Story Title: Time, Interrupted
Chapter Title: Magic
Author: Madm_05
Rating: Strong PG-13/T
Chapter Word Count: 5,354
Date: 16 July 2006
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and everyone else from Potterverse belong to JKR.
Chapter Five: Magic
Harry stared dismally at his hands. He was in Hermione's room, sitting in a chair beside her bed. It was strange to think her room was as empty as his-- he had thought there would be more in her room, since there was a lot in Harmony's. Her only toy was a stuffed blue dog, though. The problem, he knew, was Hermione couldn't control her magic as well as he had thought. He understood that-- he couldn't always control his magic either. All sorts of strange things happened to him that he hadn't understood until Hermione had told him he was a wizard. But now something was wrong with his Hermione, and nobody knew what it was, not even the head-mister that Sirius and Remus and Dora had sent for.
"I've never heard of anything like this in the muggle or wizarding world," Remus said anxiously. "I can't find a cause whenever I cast diagnostic spells. Surely there must be some reason for this, headmaster."
"I am afraid, Remus, that I cannot say what is causing this for sure until our young witch awakens. I have my suspicions of course, but they may very well be the ramblings of an old man. There is nothing we can do but speculate. Until young Hermione wakes, perhaps we should discuss certain matters in the kitchen." He said, giving Sirius a significant look. "Harry?" He called, making the young wizard look up. "Will you call for us when your friend wakes?"
Harry felt is heart lift a little when the head-mister called Hermione his friend. "Yes sir, I will," he said formally. He watched them go then turned back to Hermione, thinking as he watched her breathe steadily.
The day had been so wonderful at the start. He had been so afraid when he woke up that he was going to be in trouble for not making breakfast. That had changed when his Hermione had saved the day and gave him toast! Toast! No one had ever made him breakfast before, but Hermione did, and she even knew that he didn't like butter!
When he had gotten ash in his mouth when he was flooing to Diagon Alley, Hermione had jumped in with him so that he wouldn't be alone. He liked that. He liked that she didn't abandon him. It made her even more special, because no one else would have done that for him, but she had gone with him into that scary place with the cards with blood on them.
Tonks had been nice, even though he didn't know her. He hadn't liked it when the people were staring at him and constantly trying to shake his hand. He didn't like it when they were crowding around Hermione either. He had been relieved when they entered the clothes store, but then it had gotten worse. Hermione had smiled at another boy. Harry hadn't liked that at all-- what if Hermione found a new friend, and didn't want to be his anymore? He had been so angry that he had wanted to hit that boy like he had hit Dudley. Hermione was his friend, his! He didn't want her to leave him, and he certainly didn't want to share her with some boy named Neville Longbottom. It was a dumb name anyway. He didn't want to share her with anyone.
And he had been so worried when the old woman wanted to Match his Hermione with that Neville boy. What if they took her away from him? So he stepped forward and said that Hermione was Matched with him. Everyone had been shocked, and he was afraid that he had done something bad. What if he had done something wrong, and it made Hermione hate him? But he didn't like the idea of her being betrothed to Neville and rejubilating the Longbottom line, whatever that meant, and he had to do something. Hermione was his Hermione, after all.
But that didn't matter it seemed. Being Matched meant being betrothed, and being betrothed meant that you were going to be married. He didn't understand why everyone had acted strangely when he said he and Hermione were married-- they were living together, just like his aunt and uncle. He wondered if he and Hermione would have to share a room since they were married, like his aunt and uncle did. That would be nice. Then he could talk to her whenever he wanted. He liked that idea a lot. Harry decided to talk to her about it later when she was feeling better.
Maybe he should make her some soup. Aunt Petunia always made Dudley soup when he was sick. But then, Hermione was still sleeping, and soup couldn't help her if she was sleeping. Harry frowned. He wanted to help Hermione. It bothered him that he couldn't think of way to make everything better. The string he was toying with suddenly turned into a flower. Maybe that would make her feel better. He set the flower on her nightstand. Hermione would have to wake up first.
Harry sighed heavily, and reached out to grasp Hermione's hand in his, waiting patiently for his Hermione to wake up.
--In The Kitchen--
Sirius led the way to the kitchen, Remus walking beside the headmaster and Dora holding little Harmony in her arms. It was strange how they had all become a family so quickly. Perhaps, Sirius thought, he would have a family photo taken of them all. He was sure he could convince his cousin to have her picture taken along with the rest of them. Maybe he could even work in a way for Horace to be in the photo as well.
"Now can you tell us what you think is wrong with Hermione?" Remus began as they took their seats. "Is it serious? Is that why you wanted to leave the room? So Harry couldn't hear?"
Professor Dumbledore stroked his beard. "While I have no doubts that young Hermione's situation is very serious, that is not why I wished to speak with you. Actually, I had plans to come and speak to you tomorrow, but all things considered, today is better." He turned to Sirius. "I'm afraid that Harry cannot live here."
"And just why is that?" He snapped angrily. "Do you have any idea how those muggles treated him? Like the Malfoys treat a house elf, that's how! I'm not sending him back to that, that, prison!"
Dumbledore sighed. "No, I admit that I do not know what has passed between Harry and his family--"
"You call those people his family? More like slave drivers!" Sirius snarled, leaping to his feet. Tonks and Remus remained quiet, watching the exchange closely.
"It is for his own protection!" Dumbledore interrupted firmly then sighed. "Sit down, Sirius, and I will explain to you just why Harry must consider the Dursley residence his home." Sirius reluctantly sat down as the headmaster turned to Tonks. "Perhaps, Nymphadora, you should put the younger Miss Granger to bed for now."
Tonks looked ready to argue, but Sirius spoke first. "I think my cousin can hear anything you have to say." He said darkly. "And I don't think an eight month old baby will remember anything we say."
Dumbledore sighed again but nodded. "Very well. The evening Voldemort killed the Potters, Lily sacrificed herself for Harry, and in so doing, she invoked the most ancient and primal of magics. She invoked the power of love." Those gathered leaned closer, drawn in to what Dumbledore was telling them.
"Lily's sacrifice, because it was so pure, created sort of shield, more specifically, it created a blood ward. In order for this ward to offer Harry protection, he must be near those of his blood, his aunt to be precise. What's more, is he must think of the Dursley residence as his home." Dumbledore concluded.
"What does he need the protection for?" Tonks asked. "Isn't You - Know - Who dead? He shouldn't need it, right?"
The headmaster shook his head sadly. "Do you truly believe, young Nymphadora, that Voldemort is well and truly gone? Who knows what lengths he went to in order to prevent his demise. No, he is still out there, I think, waiting patiently for the time when he can rise again." The others shuddered. "Now do you understand why he must return to the Dursleys?"
Remus frowned. "How do these blood wards give him protection?"
Dumbledore shook his head sadly. "That I cannot say. Not much is known about blood wards, I know only that it will protect him in some way."
Sirius grumbled under his breath, obviously not believing the headmaster's words. "Then how do you know they really exist?" He demanded defiantly.
"Sirius," Dumbledore said solemnly, "are you willing to risk Harry's life if they do exist? Are you willing to keep him here knowing that it very well may kill him later?"
"What about Hogwarts?" Remus interrupted. "Harry will attend Hogwarts when he's eleven, won't he?"
Dumbledore steepled his fingers and looked thoughtful. "Yes. Indeed, Harry will attend Hogwarts when he is of age."
"So what if we treat this like school?" Remus asked.
"Yeah, we were planning on doing it anyways, for Hermione," Sirius added. "We talked to her about working with her on controlling her magic and giving here typical lessons that pureblood children receive. If we can turn this into school for him, would that work? Hermione is quite advanced, but Harry can still learn reading, writing, arithmetic and the like."
"That may very well work. Lemon Drop? No?" He shrugged and popped the sweet into his mouth. "Now, as to your suggestion, yes, it could work. You would actually have to have a school, mind. Perhaps you could start a school for all children who need to receive the typical wizarding education?
"There are many less than wealthy wizarding families that cannot provide such an education, and would be willing to pay a small fee for you to provide it. The Weasleys, for instance, are able to provide only half of a wizarding education for their children. Amelia Bones, I know, had trouble with finding time for her young niece, Susan I believe. Then there are many children with only one wizarding parent who often do not get an education such as this," he offered. "I'm sure you could find others willing to help you teach."
"I'd help," Tonks added. "I have training most of the time, but when I'm off I wouldn't mind coming over and helping with the kids."
"And we've got the rooms for it, if parents want us to board the kids." Sirius grinned.
"We don't even have to keep them the whole time-- we could probably send them home on the weekends if they wanted too." Remus said. "It would be great for the kids, too. They'd get to meet more kids their age. Then maybe Harry would be quite as… ah… possessive of Hermione."
"Oh? Harry is possessive of young Miss Granger?" Dumbledore asked with a small frown. "There is nothing to be concerned about I hope."
Sirius chuckled. "Not at the moment, though he is convinced he's married to her. We haven't figured out how to tell him he's not." Dumbledore's eyebrows vanished in his hairline. Sirius then launched into the humorous tale of how Harry came to the conclusion of being married to Hermione.
Dumbledore chuckled and cleared his throat. "It is something to look into. As you know, Lucius may very well be able to get custody over her if he can find a way to Match her with his son. If they do not wished to be married, you can cancel the engagement later, when you are not in as much danger of losing Hermione." He changed the topic. "So, are you decided then? You are going to open a school here?"
Sirius nodded. "We about have to, if we want to keep Harry. Besides, we need to help Hermione get control over her magic. I'm getting tired of repairing my windows every time something takes her by surprise."
The headmaster frowned. "Does her magic act up often?"
Remus nodded. "She has nightmares every night and always does something. So far, she sent her books flying around her room, shattered her widows, set her curtains on fire, and last night she turned her curtains into some sort of mist." He sighed heavily. "And that's while she's asleep. We've spelled her windows to be unbreakable, and now it seems we're going to have to put even more charms on just about everything, so she doesn't break or transfigure something."
"I wonder," Dumbledore said absently. "I wonder if, no, it's unheard of. Surely she couldn't have done it."
"Done what?" Remus asked.
"She's awake!" Harry shouted, barreling into the kitchen. He climbed onto the counter, grabbed and empty glass and filled it with water. "Hermione! She's awake!" He said, turning and running back to Hermione's room, sloshing the water as he went.
"Well, it's time to find out if I'm right," Dumbledore said, standing and moving down the hall, careful to avoid the spilled water.
--Hermione's Point Of View--
The tingling had faded. It was the first thought to enter her mind. The second thought was that she was in bed, and there was someone else in her room. She lay in her bed, trying to remember everything that had happened. She remembered Borgin and Burkes and the Horcrux-- hopefully no one had found it yet. There was Tonks and Remus in Knockturn Alley, then Sirius and Harmony in the Leaky Cauldron. Neville in Madame Malkin's, then the Magical Menagerie, then… she had fainted in Ollivander's.
Her eye fluttered open and she looked around. The first thing she saw was a very pale Harry, sitting mortified in a chair beside her bed, staring at their clasped hands. She lightly squeezed his hand and smiled when he looked up. "Hey," she said quietly.
"You're awake!" He exclaimed, before pulling her into a hug. For a moment, Hermione thought she would pass out again, Harry was squeezing her so tightly. "I made you a flower. Do you like it?"
Made? She'd have to ask him about that later when her mind wasn't quite as fuzzy. Hermione smiled and took the wilting daisy in her hand. "It's wonderful, I love it." Harry beamed at her. "Do you have a glass of water I can put it in?"
"Hold on," he breathed excitedly. "I told the others that I'd get them when you woke up. I'll get the water when I tell them." With that, he rushed out the door and down the hall.
It was only a few moments before he came bounding back into the room. "They're coming, Hermione. They'll figure out what happened, don't worry." He said, setting a cup of water on her nightstand. She put her flower in it with a smile.
Hermione winced when the tingling grew stronger. She looked up, surprised to see Professor Dumbledore standing with the others, all of them looking grim. She felt a sinking feeling in her stomach. This conversation was not going to be pleasant. They didn't even notice her flower. It was never a good sign when they missed something like that. It meant they had been having a less than pleasant conversation. Hermione wondered what they had been talking about. Her? Harry? Both of them?
"Hello, Hermione, you don't mind if I call you that, do you?" The headmaster asked genially as he stepped forward.
"No sir, I don't mind. Can I help you with something?" Please don't bring up my magic, please don't bring up my magic, she begged.
"I understand strange things have been happening concerning your magic as of late," he began as Hermione mentally cursed her luck. "It seems as though you also had a fainting spell earlier. Have you any idea why?"
Hermione licked her lips. If the look on his face was any indication, he already had a fairly good idea why she had fainted. She briefly debated what she should do-- tell the truth or lie. "I believe I fainted because I can feel magic, and I was overwhelmed." She said simply, opting for the truth.
"I see," he nodded. "And how long have you been able to feel magic?"
She bit her lip. If she was right, there would be much gnashing of teeth after this. "Since the day after Sirius' trial and the day I came to live with Papa Remus," she replied. Remus made a strangled noise. She was right.
"Hermione, why didn't you--"
"Now now, Remus, you must remember these have not been the most peaceful of days for young Hermione. I do have a small for task for you, Hermione, if you wouldn't mind." She shook her head. Dumbledore pulled his wand out of one of the folds of his robe and held it out to her. "Take my wand for a moment."
Hermione drew back as though burned as the others, Harry excluded, drew in sharp breaths. He wanted her to take his wand? What was wrong with him? It was considered terrible etiquette to touch another witch or wizard's wand unless you were married to them, or at the very least betrothed. She was certainly not married to the headmaster. She still cringed when she remembered the time she had grabbed Harry's wand without thought in her first year.
With a quaking hand, the young witch reached out and tentatively wrapped her fingers around the wand. She frowned. She could feel the tingle from having a magical object near her, but she could not feel a surge of magic she typically felt when she touched her wand. Perhaps it was because it wasn't her wand.
"Now, if you would, say 'Lumos' while you hold my wand," Dumbledore said calmly, as though six year old girls casting spells with another wizard's wand was an everyday occurrence.
Creating light was simple enough. "Lumos," she said, expecting the tip to light up. It didn't. "Lumos," she said again, more firmly this time. Still nothing. A small wind made the curtains flutter as she felt her panic rise. "Lumos!" She said forcefully. Why wouldn't it work?
"If I may?" Dumbledore said, holding his hand out for his wand. Taking the slender rod from her, he held the wand up. "Lumos." The tip of the wand lit up as it was meant to. "Now, if you would, please take my wand again?"
Hermione reached out for the wand with more confidence this time. The moment she touched the wand, however, the light intensified tenfold and lit up the entire room. Everyone flinched back, and Hermione dropped the wand to cover her eyes.
The headmaster blinked several times as he retrieved his wand. "Well, I am sad to say that I'm certain I am correct." He said quietly.
Sirius ground his teeth, clearly losing his patience. "What's going on? What's wrong with Hermione?"
Dumbledore didn't seem to notice Sirius' impatience. "There is nothing wrong with her, really, she is merely different."
Hermione stiffened. "Please talk to me, not about me." The adults looked at her in surprise for a moment then flushed. Harry ducked his head to hide his smile. "If you would, please, tell me what is different about me?" She strained to keep herself under control.
The old man looked at her carefully for a moment as he casually pointed his wand at her, before Hermione felt a tickling in her mind. Legilimency! She realized. She quickly threw up her mental shields-- they were not very powerful, considering she had never had the chance to test them as she had only managed to read about Occlumency. It was shocking to her to see the headmaster jerk back from the strength of her shields. When he gave her a penetrating look, she raised her head defiantly.
He raised his eyebrows but lowered his wand and spoke. "This is only a guess, you understand," he began, "but I believe you will all better understand the situation if I give you a brief history lesson." With a little flick of his wand, he summoned a squashy chintz chair and down next to Harry. "Oh, how rude of me," he said, and with another flick of his wand, three more chairs appeared, all surrounding Hermione's bed. Soon everyone was seated.
"There is very little written history on this matter, and a great deal of it is only the musings of an old man. It is believed, however, that the first wizards did not have wands-- they did not need them. In short, they were a great deal like you, Hermione.
"The witches and wizards of old had a similar problem. Their magic reacted to nearly anything. It is believed that the most powerful and wise of the ancient wizards thought it would be best to bind magical beings for their protection as well as the protection of others. I understand you have difficulties with your magic, yes? Well, it is one thing for a few responsible wizarding beings to have such untamed magic, but when everyone has it, well, I'm sure you can imagine the damage that could be, and was, caused.
"Now, these wise and powerful wizards of old decided for the safety of all that it would be best to bind all witches and wizards. I do not know how it was done, but they managed to accomplish their task. They created a sort of shield within each witch and wizard that was formed instinctively. This shield contained the magic that person had and prevented it from lashing out when the witch or wizard was upset. As a result, witches and wizards needed a conductor, usually a wand, sometimes a staff, to help them cast their magic.
"I would say, however, that all magical beings can do, and in fact have done, wandless magic at least once. It is a simple fact. Our magic is our defense, and the wizards of old understood this. They found a way to allow our magic to find holes in our shields, if you will, to help us if we should need it.
"Over the course of time, each magical person has been born with this shield, and you are no exception. You had shields just as I have. The difference, Hermione, is that you broke yours. I believe the night your parents died," he gentled his voice, "is the night you broke the barriers containing your magic. I cannot be sure, but I believe that, as a six year old little girl, you felt there was little you could do. Unable to lash out, your magic did so for you, shattering your shield in the process.
"Because of this, your magic is free, and will do what it pleases until you learn to control it. This explains why you fainted earlier-- magics that do not require a wand will come quite naturally to you. There are many things you can learn later when you are older, but what caused you to faint earlier was the ability to sense magic. All magical beings can do it, I have done it, Sirius, Remus, Nymphadora, they could all do it. Young Harry could do it, if he were taught how.
"It is not difficult to feel magic. Generally, it does require a great deal of concentration to do it. Since your magic is not contained, however, sensing magic comes naturally to you. I'm sure the only reason this ability didn't manifest itself sooner was because you were under a great deal of stress. From my own experiences sensing magic, I will say that you will not be able to tell the difference between dark magic and light magic, because there is no difference. Simply put, magic is magic. Rather, you will be able to detect the amount of magic in a certain place or object.
"Your untamed magic is also the reason why my wand lit up so brightly. The shields, I believe, regulate how much magic a person uses-- you have no such limitations, and so were able to push more magic into my wand than even I was."
"But why couldn't I cast the spell myself?" Hermione asked, dreading the answer. She had listened carefully and understood everything he had said. Everything made sense… everything but this. Her stomach twisted in knots as she waited for his answer.
"You could not cast a spell because you cannot use a wand at all." The room was silent with his pronouncement. Harry looked confused. Tonks and the others looked thunderstruck.
I'm not going to cry, she said to herself, biting her lip. I'm not going to cry. "Why?" She asked, her voice strained.
"I'm afraid I cannot say. I have merely my own speculations on this matter. History tells us that the ancient wizards did not need a wand, and so they never used one. It wasn't until their magic was contained that they needed a conductor for magic. I believe that, since you do not need a wand, your magic is rejecting the use of one. The same applies to incantations-- you simply do not need them any longer. It seems that you can add your own magic to someone else's, as you demonstrated earlier when you touched my wand, but you will never be able to cast a spell with one."
Hermione couldn't breath. Never use a wand? I'm not going to cry. How would she manage without her beloved vine wood and dragon heart string wand? I'm not going to cry. It had been her one constant companion when she was at Hogwarts, long before the troll incident her first year, and through her constant battles with Ron. How could she go on without the comfort of knowing it was in her pocket or stored in her sleeve for easy access? I'm not going to cry. The windows shattered.
"I thought you said you put an unbreakable charm on those things, Moony," Sirius said quietly to his friend.
"I did," Remus sighed, muttering an incantation to repair the windows.
Everyone was silent then, each lost in their own thoughts. Even Harry seemed to understand that what Hermione was dealing with was a very serious matter, and looked nearly as sad as Hermione was. Remus leaned forward and set his hand on her shoulder, trying to offer her what comfort he could.
"My-My," Harmony said quietly, a pout on her tiny face as she reached out. "My-My, wuh-ooo."
Hermione sniffled and looked up with a small, shaky smile on her face. "Thanks Harmony," she said, her voice raspy. Was that really her voice? I'm not going to cry.
"Well, I think we need to move on, and begin working on how to solve your problem." Dumbledore said, leaning back in his chair. "You'll not attend Hogwarts for a few years, but between now and then, you are certainly going to want to go into the wizarding world. The question is, what can we do?" He began to stroke his beard thoughtfully.
Tonks coughed lightly. "Well, I don't know if this would help any, but, in the auror academy, we just finished going over power dampeners. They're not very ethical, but they're not illegal. Can we make her one of those?" She asked nervously.
"What a wonderful idea, Nymphadora!" He said, ignoring Tonks' wince. He turned back to Hermione. "Power dampeners are typically used for children with a great deal of power. They are not commonly used because they are limit how much magic the wearer can do. I'm sure that we can modify the dampener we make for you so that it wouldn't hinder your wandless casting." Dumbledore said in a comforting tone. "I don't suppose you have a non - magical piece of jewelry that you wear constantly, do you?"
Hermione's hand immediately went to the necklace she had gotten from Great Aunt Josephine's treasure box, but hesitated. Part of her was desperate to get rid of the constant tingling and attain some bit of normalcy. Another part wanted to keep this small part of her old life as un-magical as her parents. What must be done, must be done.
Swallowing thickly, she pulled the long black cord over her head and handed the professor the Celtic cross. I'm not going to cry. He examined it for a moment then nodded. "This should work well," he said as he stood.
"I shall set to work on this immediately and owl it to you hopefully by morning-- I know you have a ceremony to attend tomorrow evening. My old friend Filius Flitwick has returned to Hogwarts early this year to help recast the wards. He'd be delighted to help me with this, I'm sure. Well, I really must be going if I am to do this in a timely manner."
"I'll show you to the door," Sirius said quietly, standing and walking out the door.
"I'd better go as well," Tonks said after a moment, handing Harmony to Remus. "I have things to do, tests to study for and all."
"I'll walk with you," Remus volunteered. He turned back to the young witch. "I'm always willing to talk, you know that, right Hermione?" She smiled and nodded. He watched her for a moment, then turned and walked out the door, talking quietly with Tonks. She thought she heard something about a school, but she couldn't be sure.
"Are you alright Hermione? Do you need anything? Do you want some soup?" Harry asked.
Hermione gave him a genuine smile. "I'm fine, Harry, just tired I guess."
"Oh," he nodded. "Well, you should get some sleep then." Harry hesitated, the pulled her into another hug. "It's okay, Hermione. I'm different too. Sometimes my magic does stuff and I can't control it. One time, when Aunt Petunia gave me a really bad haircut, I grew my hair back overnight. I wish I could control my magic better."
Hermione smiled weakly. "You and me, both. It looks like we both need to work on controlling our magic."
"Yes," Harry nodded. "I can't make magic happen, you can't make it not happen. Do you, well, do you think maybe you could help me learn how to use my magic? Please?"
Hermione looked at Harry and considered her options. It was a long shot, but maybe, just maybe, if she taught Harry to control his magic, it would help her gain control as well. "Okay Harry, I'll try." Harry grinned in relief. "But you can't tell anyone, not Sirius or Papa Remus. It's a secret-- it's our secret."
Harry nodded earnestly. "I won't tell anyone, I promise. You look sleepy Hermione. I'm going to go and let you get some sleep. I'll see you in the morning," he promised and left her to her solitude.
She felt a twinge of loneliness as she watched him walk away. He was such a wonderful friend. It was hard to know he could turn into a Dark Lord if he were pushed too far. Shoving her thoughts aside, she pushed her blankets off and slipped out of bed. Rummaging through the packages sitting in the corner of her room, she began to hunt for the Ravenclaw Horcrux.
Finally, Hermione found the pocket containing the bracelet that once belonged to Rowena Ravenclaw. She scowled. It wasn't fair that the sapphires in the bracelet should sparkle in the fading light when she had just been given such dismal news. How could she be a witch without a wand? Everything was going to change now.
Hermione smiled grimly as she considered her situation. All that glitters is not gold, indeed. She put the Ravenclaw Horcrux in the drawer next to the locket and collapsed onto her bed, distantly wondering what dreams would come tonight as she stared unseeingly at the setting sun. What she wouldn't give to be normal again, to be six year old girl laying in her bed in her home. To be the old Hermione Granger again.
I'm not going to cry.
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A/N: Please don't flame me, I warned you a long time ago that something like this was going to happen. I said "If I give my characters something, you can be sure they will pay for it in some way later." Well, I gave Hermione wandless magic, and now she has learned the price-- her wand. Please let me know if any of my explanations were unclear-- if they were, I'd like to fix any problems you see with them.
On another note, I have nothing against the name Neville. That was just Harry thinking. No, my Dumbledore is not evil. I have always questioned the validity of the blood wards, but I don't think Dumbledore thought he could be wrong about them. So I showed my doubt and my faith in Dumbledore all in one chapter.
Well, as always, thank you to everyone who read and reviewed the last time. I hope you enjoyed reading this chapter, and please review.
Cheers,
Madm_05