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Dumbles speech is really a take on what he said in OotP
Chapter 3 - Revelations
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Dumbledore turned from his study of an ancient looking orb as Harry and Hermione burst into the room panting slightly from their run down the three sets of stairs - though their lack of breath was greatly due to the fact that they could hardly breathe from excitement.
"Harry, Miss Granger," He greeted them with a smile though Harry could hardly fail to notice that the customary sparkle in his eye was missing.
Expecting Dumbledore to say something else, Harry slowly walked into the room, pulling Hermione with him her hand still firmly trapped in his. When he had moved a good four feet into the room and Dumbledore still hadn't said anything, Harry mumbled a quick hello.
"So Harry. What can I do for you?" he asked, walking to the centre of the room where there were two comfortable armchairs and a sofa situated around an expensive cooking coffee table. Pausing for a second he chose the chair closest to the fire and opposite the sofa, "After all, the letter I received was quite vague." Smiling ruefully for a second, he turned his attention back to them, "Please take a seat. I have a feeling that this will be a long conversation." He gestured to the chairs around him indicating for them to relax.
Harry stayed firmly where he was.
"Well lets see…" he started, trying to contain his temper, "How about you answer a few questions for me! Like… lets see… why don't we start with the most obvious. Why is Voldemort trying to kill me? How come I survived the killing curse twice? What does this bloddy scar mean?" Harry flicked his eyes to the lightning shaped scar that made him famous and took a deep breath, "Why for the last four years have I faced Voldemort at least once since I came to Hogwarts? How did I survive him when greater wizards then me have perished?" Harry felt him self pause for effect, "HrrHHmmm… oh and why can I do this?" Harry finished, and with a small flick of his wrist, the orb that Dumbledore had been intent on a few minutes before appeared in his hand.
Dumbledore smiled at him as if realizing that something had finally happened, "Ah…Yes." he murmured before turning away for a moment, "Harry please have a seat." This time it was no request.
"Oh, and I believe that Miss Granger would like control of her hand back." he added as a last minute thought.
Harry was too wound up to be embarrassed at Dumbledore's comment and after a moment's thought he led Hermione to the sofa releasing her hand at the last moment before taking a seat.
Dumbledore leaned forward templeing his fingers together in thought.
"Harry, it's time for me to tell you what I should have told you years ago, I'm going to tell you everything. I pray that you will let me finish before interrupting me."
He took a deep breath and let it out peering at Harry over his half moon spectacles.
"Four years ago you came to Hogwarts. You weren't quite as cared for as I would have hoped but you were alive. That was the important thing. You see Harry, there is a good reason why you had to live with people who despised anything that was magical. Hence they despised you. After Voldemort's demise, I knew you were in danger, whether it be from his supporters or Voldemort himself. For I knew the extent to which he went to stop death, and I knew that in time he would rise again."
"So I thought of how I could protect you, I know Voldemort has studied magic intensely and that eventually even my strongest charms would fail. And so I turned to the ancient magic, magic that Voldemort can never understand, magic that he despises and thus will underestimate until the end of his days. I'm talking of the fact that when your mother died to save you, she gave you a protection of blood. And so I trusted in that, I trusted in your mother's blood, your blood Harry. I took you to her only living relative, your aunt."
Dumbledore could see Harry was about to comment and held up his hand to stop him.
"It didn't matter if she didn't love you; all that mattered was that she took you. And when she did the blood bond sealed itself. Voldemort couldn't harm you while you still called your mother's blood home, although I believe that protection was broken when he used your blood to create himself a new body, hence the reason you left your aunts so early this year."
"So for eleven years of your life you were hated and scorned with no idea why until you arrived here. Four years ago you came to Hogwarts you were healthy and as normal a boy as I could hope for. I watched as you struggled to understand what happened to you, what this gift you had was, along with all the other children that had never know of magic before."
"Then you were forced to fight Voldemort, much sooner then you should have. And you emerged…" Harry could not help but notice the pause that Dumbledore left before he continued.
"Victorious. Still worn from your fight, you lay in the infirmary and asked me why you had that scar on your head, as you will remember I chose not to answer that, I told you that you were too young. I told myself that eleven was far too young an age for such a burden."
"Then you returned again for your second year and fought Tom Riddle for the second time although I might say that this time you managed to show your cunning as well as instinct. I knew you were growing into a remarkable man and I feared that once again you would ask me about your scar but you didn't. You left my presence blood-stained and disturbed. I should have known then that I was beginning to care for you not for what you had to do. But I ignored it and instead told myself that you were still too young."
"When you entered your third year and proved yourself yet again, should I have told you then… maybe… but you were still joyous at freeing Sirius, having one more link to your parents. I should have told you, you were no longer a child but I didn't, after all who was I to ruin such happiness. Alas I was running out of excuses, you were no longer a child. You had proved yourself three times in circumstances that most grown wizards could not face. And then just this summer, after you had escaped Voldmort's clutches once again at horrific odds as well as the trials of the tournament, I still didn't tell you. Why, you might ask? Because I cared too much for you, Harry, and had forgotten the reason why." Dumbledore stopped here as if finished.
"This is all well and good sir but why did Voldemort try to kill me?" Harry asked relieved that Dumbledore had finished reliving the circumstances that had added to his fame at Hogwarts.
"Harry, that is a secret that, although I can tell you, you would be better off hearing for yourself. You too, Miss Granger,"
He beckoned them to the now burning fire place.
"It's time for you to visit the Department of Mysteries." he said, smiling at Harry who was still trying to make sense of everything he had been told.
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Albus Dumbledore, Hermione Granger and Harry Potter were once again seated
in their seats at number 12 Grimmauld Place. This time, however, there was
an air of foreboding about the room, as Harry studied the small glowing sphere in his hand.
Dumbledore cast a glance at Hermione, "Harry if you would like we can leave you alone for this," he suggested, still looking at Hermione.
Harry caught his meaning immediately, he was asking if he would like Hermione to leave.
"With all due respect sir, Hermione is my best friend. She's always been there for me and always helped me to do what is needed. She's stood by me and always believed me when no one else would."
He reached over and squeezed her hand, unconsciously forgetting to let go.
"There is no one I would rather have with me right now." he finished, dark emerald eyes looking at her intently.
"Very well then, Harry. When you're ready, you may open it."
Harry nodded and letting go of Hermione's hand, he looked down at the sphere in front of him. For five minutes he sat like that, just looking, comprehending that his life was about to change. He was startled when Hermione squeezed his hand in assurance, giving him a small weak smile. Harry returned her affectionate touch then slowly worked the stopper free of its restraint. When at last the stopper was free, a mist floated into the room, taking the appearance of a bug while a harsh voice Harry remembered clearly from his third year filled the room.
"The one with the power to vanquish the dark lord approaches… born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies… and the dark lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have a power the dark lord knows not… and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives… the one with the power to vanquish the dark lord will be born as the seventh month dies"
The shadowy figure of Professor Trelawney faded from view as her words echoed around the room.
Harry sat there, staring at the spot where the figure had been a moment before.
"So now you know, Harry. The reason why Voldemort has been trying to kill you. The reason why you alone bear that mark."
"Are you sure that it's me?" he asked, trying to deny the facts that seemed so horrid.
"Yes. Though there was a small chance it could have been another, unfortunately she and her mother died during childbirth."
"Who?" Harry asked eager to know who else it could have been.
"I'm sorry, Harry. That is not my story to tell you, though I wish I could. I believe some else in this house is more suited to the position. Although that mark you carry causes no doubt to be raised, it is Voldemort's mark, the final feature of the prophesied child."
Harry nodded his head for once he didn't ask questions, still trying to comprehend the situation before him.
"Harry I know this is a lot to take in. That is the reason why I didn't want to tell you sooner. And while soon I must attend a meeting of the Order on an important matter, I will be here to talk to afterwards. I believe there is one more thing you wanted to ask me. And while this would not be an ideal time to tell you, at least I can put your mind at rest over one thing. The reason you can do this," Dumbledore said while smiling at Harry as the orb the young man had called to him appeared in his hand, "is because Harry, you're a sorcerer. More then likely the most powerful to ever exist."
Dumbledore let that sink in and turned to Hermione, "And you, my dear, are a mage, to be more precise, an elemental mage."
"What!?" Harry and Hermione yelled together.
"Hermione, You are a mage, this type of magic is rare. You see you have the ability to control the five elements as they and any subsequent power they produce are. There are many different types of mages some more powerful then others. The type of magic you posses is complicated and hard to master, there are people who can help you and thankfully you can continue your teachings at Hogwarts, though this would require you to take more subjects this year." he grinned, "from your devotion in third year I doubt that will be a problem."
Hermione beamed, pleased that Dumbledore thought so highly of her.
"Harry, you are a sorcerer, possible one of the most powerful ever seen. Not only can you do wandless magic with nothing more then a thought, you can cast advanced and complicated spells easily, you can summon things, change the makeup of a spell effectively changing the effects, you can reflect spells back to the caster, you can modify the strength of a spell, making it more powerful or you could reduce a spell like the Cruciatus Curse to a mild tickling spell. There are other aspects to your powers too, ones that you will discover with time and training. Those abilities will be almost exclusively unique to you as each power moulds itself to the wizard or witch to which it belongs."
All Harry could do was nod his head. His mind felt like it would burst with everything that was running through it. Hermione, on the other hand, was nearly jumping up and down in her seat. In an attempt to stop her, Harry reached out for her hand. But, due to her movements, he missed and instead his hand came into contact with her leg. At once Hermione froze, disturbed by the tingle running through her body by his intimate touch. Harry's hand quickly jerked away when he realized where it was and the warmth that was spreading form his finger tips to the every fibre in his body.
"If the both of you agree, you can return to Hogwarts the day after next. There you will start your training. For the remainder of the holidays, your classes will be constant and full on. When school starts up again, the classes will soften out a bit, though both of you will be required to take a few different classes."
Dumbledore glanced a look at the clock on the wall, "Now, if you will excuse me, I need to prepare for the meeting. But I will talk to both of you again before I leave, as I would like your decision by then." With that he rose and walked out the door.
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