Chapter 4 : Chapter Four
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Disclaimer- If I was J.K. Rowling, I would be writing the seventh book instead.
Happily Ever After? And Ginny and Harry and Hermione and Ron wouldn’t be together.
A/N- Sorry it’s so short, but I think it is better to have short chapters often instead of long chapters and having to wait months. Thanks again to my beta reader Hermione2405.
“D-d-d-Dumbledore?” Harry stuttered, lowering his wand. Albus Dumbledore nodded.
“But how? You were killed by Snape!” Hermione shouted.
“I will tell you all, but everything has its own time, let us sit down first. Shall we?” Dumbledore said, his eyes twinkling as usual. Hermione walked to the kitchen and came back out with three cups of very strong tea, while Harry and Dumbledore sat down on the living room couch.
“Harry, I know you must be angry at me,” Dumbledore began, “I understand, but please listen to what I have to say. I pretended to be dead only because you needed to kill Voldemort on your own. When I spoke to Professor Snape, I mentioned that once I found the Horcrux (Which he knew about because he was Voldemort’s favourite) he would pretend to kill me.” He paused to take a sip of his tea.
“But, I saw Snape do Avada Kedavra!” Harry exclaimed.
“Harry, for someone to perform the Avada Kedavra spell, one has to mean it. Another thing, he did Expelliarmus on me. You know how in your sixth year you practiced nonverbal spells? That’s what Snape did. He was reluctant to do it at first, but in the end he knew he had to.” Dumbledore continued.
“So that’s what you were fighting about!” Harry shouted, still shocked.
“It was difficult, and often, I just wanted to get out of my self-imposed exile and help you defeat Voldemort, but I knew you had to fulfil the prophecy on your own. Indeed, if I had come out I would have killed him myself.”
“Speaking of which, where was your hiding spot?” Hermione asked, speaking at last.
“There was a house that my father built long ago. I charmed the house to be invisible, just like your parents did to their house, Harry. Only, I never told anyone about it. However, it has recently burned down.”
“Why don’t you stay with us? I’ll get the guest room ready.” Hermione offered.
Dumbledore accepted, immediately Hermione got up to prepare the guest room.
That same night, while eating a supper of fish and potatoes, the three companions told each other the tales of the lost years, which they had spent apart.
“Please tell me how you defeated Voldemort.” Dumbledore requested.
“Well, Hermione, Ron and I spent the entire summer after Bill and Fleur’s wedding searching for the rest of the horcruxes. It was hard work, but finally we found the rest of them. Then it was time to kill Voldemort at last. I spent ages studying all sorts of useful spells. About a week before our seventh year began, we went to the graveyard where Voldemort returned followed by friends and family.” Harry began.
“The battle lasted for hours, and there were several losses on both sides, including Moody. After killing a death eater, I saw Voldemort, and he saw me at the same time. I rushed over, and the duel began. He and I did Avada Kedavra at the same time, and our wands did the same thing they done in my fourth year. I broke away, and before he could recover, I hit him with the Avada Kedavra curse.”
“After that, it was just a matter of collecting as many death eaters as we could, though several of them escaped.” Harry concluded. There was a long silence, a silence interrupted only by Dumbledore’s compliments. After that, everyone went to bed, exhausted after the long day.
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