Harry Potter and The Frozen Heart

Title: Harry Potter and the Frozen Heart
Chapter Title: Frozen I must be
Author: Ash Knight
Pairings: Harry/OC
Warnings: Slash, Spoilers from book 5, bad language, sexual situations, and more . . .
Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter and I do not make any money from these stories.
Synopsis: During his summer before his 6th year, Harry decides he no longer cares about the wizarding worlds needs and decides to face Voldemort on his own terms. But, he meets someone who then begins to unlock his inner feelings in way he never knew possible, but what happens when this person shows up at Hogwarts? Not to mention the new threat Voldemort has in store . . . Will Harry be able to stop him? And if so, at what cost?



“Hey guys what’s up?” Harry said as everyone stared at him with shocked expressions.

“Wotcher Harry” Tonks said with a wink.

“Harry . . . what . . .” Hermione stuttered as she looked at him up and down.

Harry just smiled as he realized she was staring at his body and remembered that aside from his wrinkled pants, which were hanging loosely just below his waist, he was all but naked.

“I still want to talk to Dumbledore about getting those things removed Harry” Mrs. Weasley declared motioning to his body art.

“Those are wicked! Maybe we can get one” Fred said to George.

“Oh no wont!” Mrs. Weasley yelled.

Harry chuckled and rolled his eyes.

“I think they look great” Ginny said as she stepped forward and gave Harry a hug. “It’s good to see you again.”

“It’s good to see you too” Harry said returning the hug.

“Yeah mate its good to see you” Ron grinned.

“Harry who was that you were kissing?” Hermione finally spoke.

“That was my boy friend” Harry stated.

“So you fancy boys now?” Ron asked.

“Well I suppose I like the pole and the hole” Harry responded.

Immediately the twins fell over in laughter. Tonks, Bill, and Charlie leaned on each other for support as they laughed, Mrs. Weasley face blushed furiously along with Hermione and Ginny.

“You don’t mind I fancy boys?” Harry asked, surprised by their reactions.

“Of course not Harry, what’s wrong with fancying boys?” Bill asked when he finally stopped laughing.

“Well in the muggle world it’s not exactly a good thing.”

“Not in the wizarding world, it’s not something that happens often, but is never seen as something wrong” Bill informed.

Harry was relieved that they didn’t find it disgusting but surprised by the news that two blokes who like to poke each other was perfectly normal. Although with his new skills in legillimens, he could tell Ron was very uncomfortable.

“Well come on then, lets get your stuff” Ron said.

Harry nodded and led them in into the house.

“WHAT ARE YOU FREAKS DOING IN MY HOUSE!!!” Vernon’s yell echoed through the walls.

Harry looked over to the top of the stairs to see Vernon staring daggers at them all, his face already on the way to becoming its usual plum.

“Shut up and go in the kitchen. I’m sure Aunt Petunia will be ready with your trough soon enough.”

“DON’T YOU DARE TALK TO ME LIKE THAT YOU FREAK!!! I SHOULD HAVE THROWN IN THE TRASH THE MORNING WE FOUND YOU ON OUR DOOR STEP WITH THE REST OF THE GARBAGE!” Vernon yelled as he stormed down the stairs.

“YOU ARE THE ONLY TRASH I SEE HERE” Mrs. Weasley yelled, her face as red as her hair.

“It’s alright Mrs. Weasley, don’t pay him any mind, I never do anymore.”

“Why you little” Vernon yelled as he tried to grab Harry by the throat.

Harry moved out of the way and returned the gesture with a swift kick in the face. Vernon was now on the ground holding his broken jaw with Harry’s wand pointed at him as well as everyone else’s.

“Now I told you before to just leave me alone, but unfortunately your tiny little brain can’t even grasp the concept. So here’s another for you. I’m not some little child you can beat any more. You try and hit me and I’ll make sure you’ll regret it for the rest of your life. Now I suggest you get your lard ass into the kitchen while I collect my things and leave. So thank you for your pathetic hospitality and fuck you for everything else.”

Cold fury was the only way to describe the look in Vernon’s eyes. Aunt Petunia who had watched the whole scene from the doorway to the kitchen came up behind Vernon and helped him to his feet, slowly moving him towards the kitchen. Harry turned around when they were out of sight only to see every ones shocked expressions.

“Well I’ll be right back” Harry said cheerfully as he put his wand away and made for the stairs.

“I’ll go with you mate” Ron said as he broke out of his stupor and put his wand away.

“Me too” Hermione declared.

Harry continued up the stairs followed by his friends. The smells of sex were still in the air and when Hermione and Ron saw his bed it was clear what they were thinking, even with out legillimency.

{Is it safe to come out?} Seth asked from somewhere.

{Yes its ok these are my friends} Harry answered in parceltongue.

Seth became visible on top of Harry’s trunk which made Hermione scream.

“It’s ok Hermione, this is my friend Seth” Harry said pointing to the snake on the trunk.

Seth wrapped himself around Harry’s waist and Harry quickly threw in the discarded clothes from the floor. He put on his black shirt and left it unbuttoned.

“Harry where did you learn to do that?” Hermione asked.

“Do what?”

“To fight like that, you broke your uncle’s jaw.”

“It’s a long story, I’ll explain everything to you when we back” Harry said with a smile.

Harry opened the trunk and threw in the rest of the discarded clothing inside the dog compartment. Just as he was about to close it Keeva and Hedwig flew out the trunk. Keeva perched themselves on both of his shoulders.

“Good morning to you too” he told them with a chuckle and then transfigured his bed back to its normal state.

“Harry were not supposed to do magic outside of Hogwarts!!!” Hermione declared.

“Like I said I’ll explain it when we get back” Harry replied with a huge grin and shrank his trunk, placed it in his pocket and went back down stairs.

Tonks was examining the radio and Mr. Weasley was examining the television when Harry got back.

“Harry, how precisely does the felyvision work?”

“Oh Arthur not now we have to leave!” Mrs. Weasley declared, obvious exasperated.

“I think I have a way for us to save some time” Harry cut in. “Feel like giving us a lift?” he asked as he turned his head to Keeva.

She nibbled his playfully making Harry laugh.

“Ok Hermione I need you to take my hand, Ron take her other and so on until we all form a circle.”

“What for?” Ron asked confused.

“Just trust me ok?” Harry replied and they all complied. “Ok everyone close your eyes and think of headquarters.”

Everyone did what they where told and Harry gave the Keeva to word. In the blink of an eye they were swallowed in a cool mist so think no one could see past their own nose, if their eyes were open. But as quickly as it came it disappeared, along with Privet drive. Now they all stood back at Grimmauld Place.

“Ok were here” Harry said as he let go of Hermione’s hand.

Everyone was clearly shocked to be back at headquarters, as they opened their eyes and looked around in disbelief.

“How did we here?” Mr. Weasley asked first.

“I asked Keeva to bring us here, since I didn’t want to use floo powder, plus Ron and Hermione can’t apparate yet” Harry answered.

Everyone was clearly confused and Harry explained further.

[Next scene]

Everyone was shocked that Harry could cook as Harry made them all breakfast, much to the protest of Mrs. Weasley, and told them about his summer. Careful to omit some details, he told them about Alex, and the time they had spent together. He also told them about Keeva and Seth from his trip to London. He told about how Alex taught him how to fight and that since he could now do magic he had been teaching himself a lot of new defense. Finally, when everyone ate their fill, Mr. Weasley had to leave for work as did the twins and Bill. They complemented Harry on his excellent cooking and apparated away.

“I can’t believe you can actually cook” Tonks declared as she took another bite of the chocolate chip waffles Harry made.

“Well Ivy, I can do a lot of things” Harry replied with a wink.

Tonks froze with her fork in midair while everyone just looked completely confused and left out of the lope.

“How did you. . . I mean”

“No woman I know can be that graceful on the floor and so clumsy every where else. Plus you kept giving yourself away every time you spilled beer on me and Alex when we were snogging out in the alley way.”

“What are you guys talking about” Hermione asked.

“Tonks was following me every night in disguise. You’re a great dancer by the way. Want to do it again sometime?”

Tonks was blushing furiously at being fond out, let alone Harry’s bold statement while everyone else just stared.

“Well right now I feel like taking a swim. Do you guys want to come? I have a pool in my trunk along with some food. Plus you guys can do magic in the trunk since I put in some secrecy wards on the trunk so underage magic can’t be detected in there.”

“Isn’t that illegal?” Hermione asked.

“True but I wont tell if you wont” Harry chuckled.

“You have a swimming pool?” Ginny asked.

“Yeah I can give you guys a grand tour if you want.”

“I’d love to but I have to study for class since I haven’t had much time go over this years text books.”

“You mean since you’ve been to busy snogging Ron” Ginny laughed.

“Ginerva Weasley!!!” Mrs. Weasley scolded.

Tonks, Ginny, and Harry laughed, while Hermione tried to hide her blush and Ron’s ears went red.

“If you want you can use my library.”

“You have a library?” Hermione inquired, immediately perking up.

Harry just nodded and smiled.

“Well actually Harry we have a surprise for you first” Mrs. Weasley chimed in.

Harry looked at her to elaborate and she motioned for him to follow.

{What surprise is she talking about?} Seth asked while still wrapped around Harry’s waist.

Harry said he didn’t know and followed her out of the kitchen as Keeva, with everyone else in tow. As they walked Harry took notice of how wonderful the house looked. With all the furniture from Harry’s vault the place looked ama. Si. Sirius’s mother was still stuck on the wall as well as all the house elf heads in the hall ways.

“Here we are Harry,” Mrs. Weasley beckoned him to open the bedroom door.

With a twist of the doorknob Harry found himself in a master bedroom, completely done to a Gryffindor theme. At the far wall was a huge four poster bed with red curtains and sheets of matching color along with bright yellow, almost gold. The walls were painted a tamer shade of red and yellow and apparently Ron had stuck a poster of the Chuedley Cannons on the far wall. There was a nice dresser and matching antique desk made of cedar.

“It was Sirius’s room, but we thought you would like to have it since it is your house” Ginny declared.

“Thanks you guys” Harry replied with a small smile and began to cast spells on the walls and objects in the room.

“What are doing?”

“Don’t worry Mrs. Weasley I’m just checking for surveillance spells. I don’t want Dumbledore spying on me anymore” Harry answered.

“Dumbledore wouldn’t do that” Hermione protested.

“Last year he had me staying in the room with Phineas’s portrait so he could keep an eye on me and what I was doing.” Harry declared matter of fact tone.

Everyone was shocked at Harry’s revelation as well as his accusations towards the headmaster. Satisfied that the room wasn’t under surveillance Harry took out his trunk and placed at the foot of his bed.

“So do you guys want to come in?” Harry asked as he opened the trunk.

They all climbed in and Harry showed them around the trunk. When they got to the library Hermione looked up at shelves like a two year old kid in a candy store. She immediately went to the shelves and began inspecting the books. Harry explained how the shelves were charmed so he could fit as many books he needed on the shelves and so on. After ripping her away from the books he continued to show them his potions lab, kitchen and so forth. Everyone was clearly impressed until he ended the tour by showing them his room.

After a summer of living out of his trunk his room was a bit of a mess. The clothes Harry threw in were on the floor and his canvases of art work were propped up against the wall. Unfortunately, Harry forgot about them and had no time to put them away before Hermione noticed them.

“Where did you get these paintings?” Hermione asked as she picked up a painting of a woman with red hair and green eyes.

She was wearing a white robe covered in little shining stars, sitting in a rocking chair in front of a fireplace. With a loving expression she looked down at the she was holding in her arms, wrapped in a warm blue baby blanket.

“I painted these but I’m not that good yet.” Harry said as tried to take the painting away from her.

“Harry this picture is beautiful! It looks so real” she exclaimed.

Everyone was now looking at the painting and agreed with her. Mrs. Weasley looked at the painting and immediately knew who it was that Harry painted.

“Oh Harry, Lily looks so beautiful.”

Harry merely looked at the floor, feeling very uncomfortable and noticed they were looking at his other paintings as well, which made him feel even more exposed. Hermione was now holding a painting of Harry. It was night of Voldemort’s resurrection, and in the painting Harry was tied to the tombstone as Voldemort arose from the cauldron. Ron was holding a painting of Harry’s animagus form, weeping under the full moon, looking upwards to the star lit sky, looking both lost and afraid.

Mrs. Weasley was now looking at a painting Harry had only finished just a few hours ago. In it, Alex was asleep on Harry’s bed, the sheet nearly completely pulled off of his body, just covering his right leg and genitals. Alex was framed in the soft light coming from the window, looking serene and content like a spirit or an angel. Tonks was eyeing a painting of James Potter, burning the dark mark onto Snape’s forearm, enjoying every moment of the torture he was inflicting, while Ginny was staring at the first painting he had made. In it Harry was only a baby crying out for his mother, lying naked in a pile of rubble and ashes. Over him stood Dumbledore brandishing a dagger like a wand, as he began to carve a lightning bolt scar on his forehead with it, releasing a stream of blood over the babies face. The blood pouring out was pure silver like a unicorn. The look on the old mans face could not be described. It was like, loathing, anger, despair, and yet it was none of those.

“Mrs. Weasley do you know where Remus is, I was hoping to spend some time with him?” Harry inquired, trying to hold off their questions about his paintings.

“I’m sorry dear?” Mrs. Weasley broke away from the painting and looked at Harry, with an expression Harry couldn’t place.

“Remus, I was hoping to see him, I was planning on having dinner with him tonight, along with Dumbledore.”

“I’m afraid tonight is the full moon Harry so Remus isn’t feeling too well right now, so he locked himself in the attic until the tomorrow morning.”

“Is Dumbledore still coming then?”

“Actually Harry I was hoping Arthur and I could come as well since we all need to talk to you about some things.”

“What’s going on?” said Harry quickly.

It was pretty clear Mrs. Weasley was trying to hide something and Harry was tired of being kept in the dark.

“Dumbledore will explain it everything tonight” Mrs. Weasley declared.

“Why can’t you explain it now?”

“Dumbledore will explain everything tonight Harry” pressed Mrs. Weasley.

“Somehow I doubt that, but I’ll let it slide for now.”

“Why did you paint this?” Tonks finally asked as she found her voice.

She was still holding up the picture of Harry’s father and Snape.

“Don’t worry about it” Harry demanded and pulled out his wand.

With a wave of his wand all the paintings zoomed out of their hands and into his closet. They stood there looking at him, wanting to push the issue further, but a look from Harry was all it took to put it to rest, at least for the time being. Mrs. Weasley said she had talk to Charlie about something and left.

“Well I’m going to go for a swim if you guys want to join me, and Hermione if you want you can use the library.”

“Thanks Harry,” said Hermione.

“We don’t have anything to swim in” Ginny replied.

“I can just transfigure some stuff for you guys, and Ron, I have some shorts you can borrow.”

They nodded and Harry pulled out the old pair of socks. He waved his wand at one of the socks and it became a shocking pink one piece bathing suit with the words ‘THE WEIRD SISTERS’ in bold black letters. The next one he was a plain flaming red swimsuit, matching Ginny’s hair. He then charmed them to fit any size and gave them to Ginny and Tonks.

“Here you go, you guys can change in the bathroom and Ron and I can change out here.”

They went into the bathroom, leaving Harry alone with Ron, and even without Legillimency Harry could see Ron was uncomfortable.

“Ok Ron, out with it! What’s going on?”

“What do you mean mate?”

“Why are you so uncomfortable around me?”

Ron was clearly taken aback, and he tried to hide his discomfort, which was useless since it was pretty obvious. Harry looked at Ron and realized why Ron was acting this way.

“Ron that is ridiculous!!!” Harry demanded, “I’m not going to come on to you. You’re practically my brother!”

“How did you know?”

“Know what?”

“That’s what I was thinking” Ron pressed.

“I’ve been studying legillimency and you were practically screaming your thoughts out loud.”

“You can read my thoughts?!?” blanched Ron.

“No, it’s more like your emotions. I can feel you’re embarrassed to change in front of me and that you are afraid I’ll try something. I could go into your mind but that’s not something I would do with out your permission. So back to the subject at hand. . .”

[next scene]

The rest of the day passed with out much incident. Ron was still a bit uncomfortable around Harry, but Harry’s reassurance that he wasn’t interested in him made Ron feel better. After they all changed they went for a swim, much to Keeva’s delight. She would cause the water to spray them continuously, turning the swim into a water fight. When they were all thoroughly drench and exhausted it was time for lunch.

Tonks and Ginny kept trying to ask Harry about the paintings but he refused to answer any of their questions, while Ron just stuffed his face. Hermione just asked him questions about the library and Harry said she could borrow some of the books as long as she was careful with them. She was fascinated with the phoenix tome already along with some texts he had gotten from Borgin & Burkes. When lunch was over Harry told them he had to get everything ready to meet Dumbledore. They were going to ask questions but a quick look at Harry’s face stopped them. He didn’t want to hurt their feelings but there were some things he just wasn’t ready to talk to them about yet.

They left Harry alone in his trunk and Harry began to prepare for dinner. Harry decided to make a large leg of lamb and began to season it with rosemary and other spices. Then he left it to simmer in some red wine and went to get ready himself. He took a long shower, lettihe whe water fall down his back. Suddenly Harry laughed as he remembered the first time he showered with Alex. It felt so awkward then, being attracted to another man, but now he would give anything just to feel Alex’s arms around him once again. With a loud sigh Harry turned off the water and stepped out of the shower, and began to dry himself off.

The thought of Alex brought back the void he had felt in the beginning of the summer. It was so easy to keep it at bay as Zane Black, but now he was Harry Potter again, and the void was all he would soon know. Harry threw off the towel and began to look for suitable clothes. Putting on some dark blue boxer briefs he went into his closet to look at his paintings. He pulled out the one Ginny been looking at and decided to change it a bit. Pulling out his wand he enlarged the painting and gave a cedar frame. On the corner of the frames Harry put the Hogwarts crest. Satisfied with the frame he began to write out a poem on the painting, behind Dumbledore and then set it back down.

Finally, it was time to get dressed and Harry chose a pair of neon blue dress robes. Around the neck and wrist cuffs the robe had bold red cobras with neon blue eyes. Checking himself in the mirror one last time Harry decided to put on a choker with a pendant of black fire. Feeling like hearing some music Harry put a Linkin Park CD into his CD player and went into the kitchen. The leg of lamb had simmered long enough in the red wine and Harry began roasting it to perfection. Along with the main dish Harry prepared, mashed potatoes, gravy, steamed vegetables, wild rice, and many entrées. Just as he as was about to take the leg of lamb out of the oven he felt someone try to pierce his mind, knowing instantly who it was.

With enough force to register as a slap in the face, Hapushpushed Dumbledore out and began to sing aloud as if he never noticed his entrance.

“I\'m tired of being what you want me to be
Feeling so faithless
Lost under the surface
I don\'t know what you\'re expecting of me
Put under the pressure
of walking in your shoes” Harry sang as he continued to put thet fit finishing touches to the dinner.

Harry had gone through the entire song, acting as if he was alone in the kitchen. When the song passed Harry took off the head phones and turned around to see Dumbledore as well as Mr. and Mrs. Weasley.

“That was an interesting song Harry” announced Dumbledore with a sad look.

“It’s one of my favorites” Harry said casually. “Allow me to set the table,” Harry said with a wave of his wand.

Dinner plates and silverware flew out of the cupboards and into the dinning room. All the food zoomed in with another wave of Harry’s wand and Harry grabbed two bottles of red wine.

“Harry your not old enough to drink!” declared Mrs. Weasley as she saw him grab the wine.

“I’ve been drinking all summer so I doubt that matters now” answered Harry with a coy smile.

Mrs. Weasley looked as if she was groping for something to say but decided against it. Harry ushered them into the dinning room and filled the glasses with wine before he sat himself at the head of the table.

“So Harry how was your summer?” Dumbledore asked as he seating himself on Harry’s right.

“It was the best time I’ve had in my life.”

“I’m glad, although I was told your relatives were a bit of trouble.”

“Oh no trouble at all, I made sure of that myself” pressed Harry with a smile.

Harry was certain Dumbledore was leading to something.

“Harry, I understand your relatives and yourself don’t get along, but since you have to stay there each summer, I don’t think breaking your uncle’s jaw is a good thing” Dumbledore declared as he looked at Harry over his spectacles.

Harry continued to smile and took a sip of his wine.

“Well it might not look good but it definitely felt good. And just because I have to stay there doesn’t mean I have to put up with there abuse.”

“Albus those muggles are beyond horrible!” Mrs. Weasley insisted.

“Molly I’m afraid it can’t be helped” Dumbledore responded, in a voice that suggested he had said exactly the same thing many times.

Mr. Weasley started asking Harry some questions about how muggle electricity worked, until Mrs. Weasley gave him a disapproving look.

“Harry where did you learn to paint?” Mrs. Weasley then asked.

Harry froze as he pulled his fork out of his mouth, but only for a moment.

“I didn’t, I’m just teaching myself at the moment.”

“Molly told me you have some amazing paintings. I would like to see them sometime” commented Dumbledore.

“Maybe, but at the moment I’d rather know what exactly you needed to talk to me about” insisted Harry.

“Well Harry, the first thing we must talk about is your guardianship.”

“Aren’t the Dursleys my guardians?”

“Technically yes, but I’m afraid that now since Sirius was pronounced innocent a problem had arisen” informed Dumbledore.

“Which is?” Harry pressed, while refilling his wine glass.

“Well your mother and father clearly stated that Sirius was to be your legal guardian if they should die, but now that he is dead, we have to find you another.”

“Why?”

“Because I doubt the Dursleys will want to take any part of your life in our world and if anything should happen to you we may need someone’s permission to take any kind of action.”

Harry leaned back in his chair and inter locked his fingers in front of his face. Nothing was said as Harry thought about this new information.

“And who exactly would want that responsibility?” Harry asked already knowing the answer. It was written all over Mr. and Mrs. Weasley’s faces.

“Mr. and Mrs. Weasley have expressed their wish to adopt you as well as Remus. He wanted to tell you in person but with the full-moon and all. Or . . . if you wish, I would be honored to adopt you myself.”

Harry just raised an eyebrow at this last bit of information. A long time was spent in uncomfortable silence. Mrs. Weasley was looking at Harry hopingly while the others just tried to continue eating.

“Alright,” Harry began as he broke the silence, “this is what you are going to do” Harry declared as he looked right into Dumbledore’s eyes. “You are going to petition the ministry to give me complete emancipation and adult status.”

This was definitely not the response they were expecting, least of all Dumbledore.

“Harry I’m afraid that not going to be possible you see-“

“Make it possible” Harry demanded as he calmly cut Dumbledore off. “You’ve done harder things then this before I imagine.”

“Alright I will try, but most likely you will have to chose a guardian anyway” answered Dumbledore.

“If I must choose someone then I chose Professor Severus Snape!”

Mr. Weasley choked on the wine he was drink and Mrs. Weasley went very pale.

“I must of coarse inquire as to your unusual choice Harry” Dumbledore announced.

“To be blunt I don’t trust you, and when the people you trust betray you the only person you can trust is a stranger, and at the moment I would trust Severus Snape more than I trust you. And between you and me that’s saying something.”

“Harry I under-“

“What do you understand? Because I imagine it’s very little, especially if it’s about me” insisted Harry.

Neither Mr. Weasley nor Mrs. Weasley could speak. This was not how they expected things to go. Another long silence stretched out for a few moments before Harry began to speak again.

“I always thought of you as more than headmaster. You were like the grandfather I never had. I had so much respect and faith in you, and all this time you were using me.”

“That’s not true” stated Dumbledore.

He now looked old and frail; the twinkle in his eye was gone, leaving only a hollow look.

“I care about you Harry; I was trying to protect you.”

“Ever since all of this started, you left me completely alone with nothing to hold on to, became nothing but a hypocrite. How was that protecting me? The one time I needed your protection I had to protect myself in the end and almost lost my soul. Where would your precious weapon be then? I watched as a fellow classmate was murdered and I was then tortured by Voldemort himself (Mrs. Weasley flinched and Mr. Weasley yelped), almost died myself fighting him, and without even a word you send me back to privet drive. How hard would it have been to let me know that I was being watched and followed everywhere I went? You invaded my privacy by having me followed by invisible guards and yet you tell me to trust you. You cut me off from this world, not letting me write to my friends and say it’s because you care about me. But how would it have been to have one of the guards hand deliver a letter since they would be watching me anyway? You kept me ignorant about all the danger around me and all it has brought me is death.

You once said that we would all have to make a choice between what is right and what is easy, and you chose what was easy. You also said ‘we are only as strong we are united, as weak as we are divided. Lord Voldemort’s gift for spreading discord and enmity is very great. We can only fight it only by showing an equally strong bond of friendship and trust.’ But when it came for you to live by these words, I must ask, where was trust, where was your faith? You could have told me what my role in all of this would be. You could have told me Voldemort would try to lure me to the Department of Mysteries, and now I have lost the closest thing I ever had to a real father. You could have told me the prophecy when I asked you at the end of first year, or at least told me a prophecy existed. You should have told me after I rescued Sirius from the ministry. When I told you about the second prophecy and we BOTH knew Voldemort was coming back. All through fourth year you made attempt to warn me about Voldemort’s plans, and because of it I almost died. You could have told me again after everything that was happening fifth year, but with every opportunity you chose to do what was easy.

If you told me before any of this happened I could have studied more, done whatever I could to prepare myself to face whatever I have to and instead, I’m stumbling through a maze with no way out, and sometimes I wish I were dead. So what’s your solution to this problem Albus? I must I’m curious to see what your going to pull out of your hat to solve this. Because right now the question my mind keeps repeating to me is ‘How can I trust you?’”

No one spoke as yet again they were enveloped silence. The words Harry had spoken had affected them all greatly; all three of them were at a complete loss. Mrs. Weasley was between wanting to get up and hug Harry at his confession to die, or question Albus about what was really going on. Mr. Weasley was dumbstruck and shocked into almost complete catatonia. Dumbledore on the other looked as if his very heart had been ripped out. Everything Harry had accused him of was true, and for the life of him he could not understand how he could have made so many horrible mistakes. Most of all he wanted Harry to be angry with him. Anger he could understand but the way Harry spoke, the look in his eyes. The boy- no, the man before him now was completely calm.

His voice never even hinted at what he was feeling as he had spoken and his face was completely neutral, impassive. The look in his eyes was the look only someone of old age could posses. It was the look of someone who had lived too long, had seen too much and learned too many of life’s hard lessons. A wisdom that only comes with age, and yet in Harry’s young eyes, he could see it clearly.

“I’m afraid Harry that answer I do not have” Dumbledore finally said.

“Then I will give it to you. First of all I DO NOT want entrance into the Order, but I demand to be kept informed of everything that is going on and not kept in the dark for my so-called safety. I don’t need to know of the Order’s work but I will need information if I am going to be of any use in this war and not some burden or liability. If you are going to have guards follow me I demand to know who they are and where they will be. I understand the need for being followed, but I will not have my life bound by your thoughtless scheming. I want complete emancipation and adult status, including the right to use magic anywhere I please. And since I have difficult task ahead of me I want to be trained to fight, so I will be ready when the final moment comes. Also, when I get back to Hogwarts I want complete access to the library, including the restricted section. I’ve been memorized my entire library this summer as well as taught myself almost every last spell I read and more but I doubt if this will still be enough. Most likely I will have more to add to this later but for now I will leave it at that” finished Harry.

ind ind your terms acceptable Harry and I am glad you are mature enough to sacrifice some of your privacy for the greater good. I have been searching for a certain person to help me teach you, and I am glad to say I finally found him, and he will be taking the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts this year. He and I can you personally.”

“That should be fine.”

“Also, Harry I want to ask your permission for something.”

“And that would be?”

“About the prophecy, I would like your permission to reveal it to the Order. They need to understand your role in all of this to also help me train you as well as protect you. Tomorrow night there will be a meeting at nine o’clock and I would like you to come for a few minutes to tell them the prophecy. Or if you wish I could tell them myself.”

“You can’t tell them, I put the prophecy under the fidilius charm last week. The only reason you still know it is because the charm acts differently when information is placed under it instead of people, as I am sure you know already” Harry answered.

“You performed the fidilius charm?” Dumbledore asked. “That’s very advanced magic.”

“Yes, now the only way for anyone else to find out is if I tell them directly or they break into my mind.”

“I’m very impressed Harry.”

“Thank you” stated Harry simply.

“I would like to see this library of yours, if you would allow” Albus requested.

“Of course, I could show you know if you want” Harry declared.

Dumbledore nodded and they all got up and followed Harry to the library. Harry showed Dumbledore around, explaining the features of the shelves and what not.

“Many of these books where here, but I also bought many more from Diagon Alley as well as many other books from Knockturn Alley. I’m going back tomorrow for more since I can’t find the animal I transform into, although I suspect it’s a dark creature.”

“Transform?” Mrs. Weasley asked.

“I became an animagus this summer, but I don’t know what the creature I turn into is.”

“May I see what you transform into?”

Harry nodded at Dumbledore’s request and stepped back. Molly Screamed and fainted, falling back in Arthur’s arms. Harry stood before them in his form and crossed his arms, letting them absorb the sight of him, until he finally turned back to normal. Dumbledore looked to be in deep thought before he finally spoke.

“Harry your form seems vaguely familiar to an animal that has long been extinct for over a millennia. It was called the weretiger, but there is something very different about your form that I do not understand.”

“That would be?”

“A weretiger does not have wings, at least not to my knowledge.”

Harry quietly let the new information sink in as Mrs. Weasley slowly came around.

“Are you alright Mrs. Weasley?” Harry asked.

She looked to still be in shock but was recovering.

“I think you have had enough shocks for one night dear” Arthur finally declared.

She nodded and let herself be taken out of the trunk. They said goodbye and left, leaving Harry and Dumbledore alone.

“I don’t suppose Harry you would like to show me some of your paintings?”

Clearly by the expression that crossed Harry’s face this was not such a good thing to ask.

“I’ll tell you what wait here a moment” Harry declared coldly and walked out of the room.

Within two minutes Harry returned carrying what looked like a small frame wrapped up in brown parchment.

“Here, I finished this painting shortly before you arrived. I shrunk it so you can carry it with you easily. When you enlarge it will reveal the painting.”

“Thank you Harry.”

“Don’t thank me yet, believe me. Now if you will excuse me I’m afraid it’s getting late and I need to take care of something.”

“Good night then Harry.”

“Good night.”

With that, Albus disappeared, and just as quickly, Harry disappeared as well. . .
[Next scene]

Albus was now in his office, sitting at his desk staring at the painting Harry had given him as a tear escaped his

‘So this is why he didn’t want me to thank him’ Dumbledore thought to himself.

It was as real as if looking thought a window and Dumbledore’s heart skipped a beat as he read the poem on the painting:

Your destiny still awaits you,
And our story now begins
I fear someday you will discover,
That on your back, grow a pair of wings
The innocence in your green eyes I must rape away,
Leaving a great sorrow at the door of your heart
Someday you’ll be a legend in this great world,
So with lies and without mercy I will play my part
Through the window of your soul I can see,
The tears of your future and the darkness of your dreams
But this is what I must do to unsure,
That the sun continues to rain down its beams
Now time will pass as it always does,
Leaving you in darkness where you must stand
I watch you closely from afar,
But there is something I do not understand
The wings on your back have become black,
Slowly I begin to realize what it means,
Quickly, I am taken aback!
You have discovered I am not what I seem
Your heart shatters into tiny grains of sand because,
You have more sorrow than this world can understand
With a torn smile and bleeding heart,
I tell you, ‘you are now a man’
I point you where your goal must end,
And quietly I say ‘you will be a legend’