A/N: Ok, Happy New Years all you eager fanfic readers! Hehe, I streaked my hair blue and went to a New Years party… and ya know… the night before last night, when my mom told me to go to bed I don’t think I could of gotten away with the excuse, “But ma, I have to stay up till 4, how else do you expect me to get on a Normal New Years schedule?”… Honestly, ‘rents these days… actually wanting children to go to bed, what kind of sick world is this?! Lol… besides… I’m not a child… I’m a teen, but I’m going to shut up before I contradict myself every further… ^_^
This is the crazy teen band geek, signing off ~ Anna
I would just like to take a moment to thank my beta! ::takes moment:: (attack of the lame jokes! It’s the next part in the Star Wars epic)
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything JK Rowling does, but my singing kitty socks live on! ^_^
By: The HYPER band geek
Chapter 3 ~ Harry Explanations
With a loud thud, Harry and Remus found themselves on the cold, hard stone floor of the Three Broomsticks. Harry’s glasses unfortunately flew off and broke in the process of coming out of the fireplace.
“Ah, not to worry, may I see them?” Remus asked, standing up.
“Erm, sure,” Harry said and squinted, while placing the glasses in Remus’s outstretched hand.
Remus took the glasses and examined them, then started to pull something out of his pocket but stopped suddenly and said, “You might want to close your eyes.”
“Are you going to do magic? Like Mrs. Figg?” Harry questioned eagerly.
Remus just stared at him. “D-did the Dursleys tell you about your parents and about their… abilities?”
“No,” Harry replied slowly, “But how else do you explain Mrs. Figg lighting that fire? What about my parents?”
Remus chuckled slightly, “Ah, the mind of a child. Never mind what I said about your parents right now, there is a lot of explaining that needs to be done. Ok?”
“Ok, but I still want to see you do magic.”
Remus just laughed, “Alright.”
Remus had led Harry out of the back room of the Three Broomsticks and with a “Thanks.” to Madam Rosmerta they were out the door and walking down the cobblestone road that led back to Hogwarts.
“So, who are we going to see?” Harry asked, and Remus just silently laughed to himself, at the fact that once a child gets curious about something, the topic will never drop until they find out.
“A very wise friend of mine.” Remus answered, with a tone of finality in his voice, which Harry sensed and decided to just let the topic wander about curiously in his mind.
They turned a corner and as Harry glanced up to see if there was interesting up ahead, and released a gasp when he saw the gigantic castle, which appeared to just go up into the sky, endlessly.
“Quite big isn’t it? I remember the first time I saw it. I was eleven, just starting my first year there, it’s a school,” Remus injected for Harry, obviously confused by Remus’s ‘there’, “All the first years had to ride in boats across the lake through the pitch black night, and suddenly, this huge castle just popped up in front of the lot of us, it was a very awe inspiring moment… until of course a splash jumped out of the lake, someone had apparently gotten a bit to excited and jumped out of his seat, and out the boat.” Remus finished, causing Harry to break into a fit of laughter, silently, to which Remus just smiled, evidently reminded of someone.
Soon they found themselves at the castle doors, and while Remus pulled the rope that triggered a gong-like bell to ring somewhere within the castle, Harry contented himself to tilt his head back and just gaze at the overall hugeness of the castle.
“This is a school?” He managed to whisper, still awe-struck.
“Mm-hmm… One you might find yourself attending someday.”
“W-” Harry began but was cut off by the rumbling sound of one of the gigantic doors being pulled open.
A stern looking woman with graying hair was now visible in the doorway.
“Ah, Remus, the headmaster has been expecting yo-” she cut off catching sight of Harry, gazing at him momentarily before speaking again, “Well, I can see the results of your… visit with his relatives, this must be Harry, my he certainly has grown since the last I saw him. But I must be confusing him greatly, talking about him like he isn’t here, come, I will take you to Professor Dumbledore.”
She beckoned them in, and began leading down one of the castles many hallways, directing back to them as she walked, “It appears the castle will finally have some excitement, it’s been so quiet with all the students gone; now it just has an eerie feeling, and I can hear Peeves from my office, two floors down.”
“Yes, well it appears my own life will acquire a vast deal more excitement from here on,” Remus replied, watching Harry looking around at all the portraits that littered the walls, evidently amazed by the fact that the people they contained were moving about.
After turning dozens of corners and ascending several flights of stairs, they found themselves at the stone gargoyle prowling the entrance to Dumbledore’s office, and with the mention of the password, Sugar Quills, the solemn woman led them to the oak doors.
She knocked on the door and with a “Proceed,” pushed open one of them and walked in, Remus and Harry following behind.
Professor Dumbledore was once again, completely absorbed in a book as she announced Remus and Harry’s arrival, “Professor Dumbledore, Remus Lupin is here to see you.”
Dumbledore looked up from his book, stood up and replied, “Remus, I presume you have a report for me?”
“Much more than sir,” Remus answered, stepping aside revealing the small seven-year-old hiding timidly behind him.
A smile graced Dumbledore’s face as he looked kindly towards the boy, “Indeed you have, hello Harry, am I correct in believing that you are rather confused by all that has happened today?”
“Yes sir.” Harry responded quietly.
“Well, why don’t the two of you have a seat and let’s see if we can clear some things up, shall we?” Professor Dumbledore told them, his face still retaining a gentle smile.
“I shall take my leave then.” The woman who had led them in said.
“Thank you, Professor McGonagall,” Dumbledore replied, and Professor McGonagall nodded and left the room, closing the door behind her.
He then looked back at Remus and Harry and gestured to the chairs in front of his desk saying, “Well then, take a seat, please… we have much to discuss.”
They complied and when they were all seated Dumbledore began, “Well, Harry, I’m not exactly sure what Remus has already told you, so perhaps, if there is anything you should like to find out, you can just ask me to get us started.”
Startled at being once again directly talked to, Harry thought a moment before answering, “Can you do magic too?”
“Well, it appears that Remus has not told you much of anything.” Dumbledore said kindly.
“He said that you could explain it better, although I’m still not exactly sure who you are,” Harry told him, in as polite a tone as he could muster.
“Well, let’s start with that then hmm? I am Professor Albus Dumbledore, the headmaster of this fine establishment, and for some reason, no one seems to have tired of me yet, although I cannot quite figure out the reason,” he said with a small grin.
This caused Harry to laugh a little, and Dumbledore went on to say, “And I imagine that you are without a doubt curious as to why you have been removed from your aunt and uncle’s care.”
“A little sir.”
“Well, we shall address that issue in a moment, but first, to answer you original question, yes I can do magic.” He informed Harry, and continued, “And before we go any farther, I should tell you that I am a wizard, as is Remus and many others and Professor McGonagall, the woman who led you up here is a witch. And you are in fact, a wizard, but I doubt your aunt and uncle told you about that part and it may be a bit unbelievable at first, but I want you to think, have you ever done anything, that didn’t seem quite possible?”
“Yes,” he answered quietly once he had processed what Professor Dumbledore had told him, “A couple times, and I always wound up getting punished for it.”
“I see, can you imagine why that might be?” Dumbledore asked him.
“Magic existing is impossible to understand, and people like my aunt and uncle… don’t like things they can’t understand…” Harry replied slowly, looking to Dumbledore.
“Very good, that happens to be a very true reason.” Dumbledore said, relived at how well Harry understood things, “Now Harry, I’m going to explain some things to you and clear them up, and I would like you to listen, and then once I’m done, you’re welcome to throw any question you would like at me all right?”
“You see Harry in the wizarding world…”
Some time later…
“... and that is why you were sent to live with your aunt and uncle. Now Harry, do you have any questions?” Dumbledore finished, wondering how Harry would accept the information he had just received on the mystery of the thin scar in his forehead.
“If you wanted to want till I was eleven, why take me away from the Dursleys now?” Harry asked, still processing everything he had just found out about his parents and past.
“When you were sent to live with your relatives, several magical protection wards were placed around their house, and these wards were so formed, that they would give off a signal of sorts, if you were to become distressed. Recently, those signals began to be set off and Remus went to go find out what was wrong, and he felt it necessary to remove you from your aunt and uncle’s care.” Dumbledore explained.
“If you don’t mind me asking sir, what will happen to me now?” Harry asked, a sense of dread filling him.
“Ah, that, well…” Dumbledore began and paused to look at Remus, silently asking if he had thought about what they had talked about, and continued when Remus nodded his head, affirming that he would assume guardianship of Harry, “Remus will be taking you to live with him, by while the finer details of that are being worked out, the two of you shall reside here for a day or so, is that all right?”
“Yes sir,” Harry answered, the dread slowly dissipating from his mind.
A/N: Whew, a late night staying up with my sister’s laptop finally got the job done! What can I stay, I couldn’t sleep and once I started the typing, I just couldn’t stop… now if only writing essays for English could be like that. ::looks wistful:: Anyhoo, I hope ya enjoyed! ^_^ laterz! ~ Anna