After I met with Kurlig, I went ahead and bought more shirts then did my shopping for Hogwarts. My letter had come in several days ago along with my O.W.L. scores. I’d conversed with McGonagall about changing one of my classes. I had no desire to continue Divination but a strong one to study Ancient Runes. After what Grandfather showed me, I was very interested in learning more.
Grandfather had also set aside time to teach me what he could. I liked it a lot so picked it up quickly. Seeing the benefits it provided on all the weapons and armor, just made me realize how useful it can be. I learned a little more about the house wards as well and how runes were used to power those wards. Grandfather could pretty much answer any question I had about runes and wards. He recommended I take the classes at Hogwarts.
McGonagall told me that I could take the class but would have to start with the lower years and if I worked hard enough over the next two years, I could end up with an O.W.L. in the subject. I readily agreed. Even if I had to take a class with the third years, it would be better than Trelawney constantly predicting my death.
My other classes pretty much remained the same, although I refused to continue in History of Magic. I didn’t need a N.E.W.T. in that subject, not with Binns teaching anyway. I started to drop potions as well, but realized I could use the extra knowledge and experience in that subject. Not to mention, I did get an O on my O.W.L., mainly because Snape wasn’t the one giving the test. I didn’t have to put up with his glaring, walking around taking points away, and making you nervous. I found it much easier to concentrate on my potion when the atmosphere was pleasant and less distracting.
I managed to get all my supplies for the year with minimal interaction with the other shoppers. Keeping my hood up helped a lot. People tended to understand that you didn’t want to be bothered when you walked around with your hood up.
I had just finished my shopping, had all my purchases shrunk, and in my pocket, when I saw a couple people I knew over at Florean Fortescue’s Ice-Cream Parlour. I walked over, deciding I wanted an ice cream anyway.
When I was standing before Mr. Fortescue asking for a waffle cone of ice cream, he recognized me and started to say ‘Harry’ when I quickly shook my head and put my finger to my lips. Luckily, he stopped himself in time, realizing it would not have been good to draw any attention.
After he gave me my ice cream and he refused to let me pay him, I walked casually over to my two friends who were sitting across from each other at a table made for four. I sat down easily in the chair next to one of them and of course, that got their attention. I turned to the girl next to me so she could see my face. Her face lit up.
“Susan Bones, don’t you dare say my name,” I warned quickly to stop her.
She stopped and put her hand to her mouth and giggled.
“I guess I shouldn’t unless we want to be mobbed,” she said quietly.
“Thank you,” I replied.
“Oh, it’s so good to see you!” she exclaimed then reached over and pulled me to her, hugging me tight.
I smiled at her when she let me go and turned to Amelia so she could see my face. She just smiled and nodded.
“So, what are you two lovely ladies doing here today?” I asked then took a bite of my ice cream.
“Shopping for Hogwarts,” Susan replied. “You?”
“Same. Just finished actually, saw you guys, and decided I wanted an ice cream.”
“Has everything been going well?” Amelia asked.
“Yes, very quiet of late. I spent most of my time at home so that helps a lot. Figured I need to concentrate on getting ready for school. I plan on taking a new class so studying ahead a bit.”
“Really? What class?” asked Susan.
“Ancient Runes. I discovered over the summer that I really like the subject and there’s no way I’m going to continue in Divination. I’ll have to start with the third years but I should be able to get my O.W.L. in two years… hopefully.”
“I received an O on my O.W.L. in Runes and I plan to get my N.E.W.T. as well,” said Susan. “If you need any help with it let me know. I like the subject too.”
“Actually, that sounds like a good idea, Susan. Do you have any time before school starts again to give me an introduction and tell me what to expect in the class?”
“Sure. Where and when do you want to meet?”
“Can we meet tomorrow? That will give me more time to prepare better for September once I know what to expect.”
“Why don’t you use the floo and come over to our house tomorrow?” Amelia suggested. “I’ll be at work but Susan will be home. I’ll add you to our ward list today so it won’t be a problem.”
“Thanks Amelia! That will be a lot easier than coming to my house.”
Amelia wrote on a napkin their floo address and handed it to me.
“Burn that once you have it memorized,” she instructed. I nodded.
“What time do you want to start Susan?” I asked.
“How about 10:00 in the morning? Will that work?”
“Works for me.”
We finished our ice creams and parted ways. They had a little more shopping to do and I just remembered I needed to buy a cell phone in Muggle London. I also had a special date planned that evening with Gwen. I certainly didn’t want to miss that.
Winky decided to go with red for my shirt this time, so when I rang Gwen’s doorbell she was drawn to my chest right away. She still eyed the rest of me as well but my black pants were nothing to compare to that little black dress she was wearing. With her heels, she was at my height. Barefoot, I’m 5’10” or so and she looked to be around 5’9” when I met her in that bikini with no shoes on. With the heels, she was pretty much eye to eye with me. I handed her the bouquet of mixed flowers I brought and she went to put them in water as I closed the door behind me.
I loved looking at her long legs coming out of the bottom of that short dress. She had me wait while she went to the loo to check her makeup and hair. I couldn’t take my eyes off her as she walked away from me. The plan was to go out to a restaurant to eat then go dancing. I asked her after my run this morning if she would like to do that. She seemed excited about it.
After she was ready to go, I confessed my lack of knowledge of the area so hoped she would like the restaurant and club picked for our evening out. She had to drive anyway since I didn’t have a license, nor had I been taught to drive. I told her that my relatives never wanted to teach me and I was somehow going to have to learn on my own.
“Harry, I’d be happy to teach you how to drive. Anytime you’re ready we can start,” she said as she drove us to the restaurant.
“Thanks, Gwen. I appreciate that. Learning how to drive would be awesome. I have some nice old cars I inherited so it would be great to be able to legally drive them.”
“Why don’t we start working on that tomorrow, unless you have other plans?”
“I’ll be busy in the morning but can do that in the afternoon. Will that work?”
She was surprised when we pulled up at a fancy and expensive restaurant that required reservations to eat there. She asked if I knew that, but I assured her that I did, since I had made reservations earlier that day. With a smile, she took my arm as we walked up to the front doors and entered. The Maître D sat us quickly after he checked my name.
I never thought myself very confident with girls but for some reason Gwen was just easy to be around. We enjoyed our conversations and we weren’t nervous when there was nothing to say. We quite enjoyed the excellent food and the service was excellent. The dancing was nice too.
The club was geared more toward teens. While there was alcohol served, you had to have proper ID to buy it. It looked like some were getting older friends to buy their drinks for them but Gwen and I weren’t interested in that. We just wanted to dance together and dance we did.
“I’m not really much of a dancer,” I admitted to Gwen as we danced a slow one after a few fast ones. “I’m sure you can tell.”
“Then why did you want to go dancing?”
“I thought you might like it and I really need the practice,” I deadpanned, “plus, it gave me an excuse to hold you like this.”
Gwen stopped and looked at me closely.
“I like holding you too, Harry. Would you like to kiss me?”
“I thought you’d never ask,” I said slowly as we leaned in and kissed.
It wasn’t a very long kiss, nor was it short either. It was just right. After we kissed, she laid her head on my shoulder and we started moving again slowly. I didn’t have the heart to tell her that the music was fast now.
When she realized the music had changed she grabbed my hand and pulled me off the dance floor. She said she would prefer to go home and spend more time with me there. When we arrived back at her house, she invited me in and told me to make myself comfortable while she ran to the bathroom.
I grabbed a bottle of water from her fridge, then went and sat down on her sofa. She came out a few minutes later and joined me there. She absently turned on the TV and lowered the volume a good bit but we weren’t interested in what was showing. We kept looking at each other and not saying anything. The sound of the TV was in the background.
She leaned over and kissed me on the lips gently, then pulled back just watching me. After a few seconds, I leaned over and kissed her back putting a little more into it. She suddenly grabbed me and moved so that she was straddling my lap with a knee on each side of my hips. That’s when the snogging began. It was intense and we only stopped for a second to catch a breath before continuing again.
I’ve heard a lot about snogging. After all, a boy’s dorm is full of stories about snogging. However, I myself have never been fortunate enough to experience serious snogging… that is until now. Oh, I’ve kissed Cho Chang but that didn’t really work out now did it. It certainly never could be described as snogging. This was without a doubt snogging.
When Gwen started unbuttoning my shirt and tugging on it to untuck it from my pants, I decided we needed to talk.
“Yes, Harry,” she asked as she trailed kisses down my neck while still unbuttoning my shirt.
“Can we talk about this?”
Suddenly she froze.
“Harry, I’m so sorry….”
She started to get off me but I grabbed her and pulled her back down. She looked at me with a question on her face.
“I just want to talk. I didn’t mean for you to have to move.”
“Okay,” she said relaxing back down on my lap, “what do you want to talk about?”
“Gwen, I’ve never done this before. I’ve only kissed one other girl and that turned out to be a disaster. I’m not sure what your expectations are but you likely need to lower them. I don’t want to disappoint you.”
“So, you’re a virgin?”
“I’m not Harry, but I’ll understand if you would rather wait to find someone else before losing your virginity. You always remember your first one and it should be special.”
“Was your first time special?”
“I thought it was at the time. I had dated the same boy through school for three and a half years and even though I’ve been on the pill since I was fifteen, we didn’t have sex until our last year in school.”
“Why did you start taking the pill if you weren’t having sex yet?”
“My period was always very painful and irregular. The doctor put me on birth control because it helps to regulate my period and they’re far less troublesome for me. Now, they’re like clockwork.”
“I’m sorry,” I said with a red face. “I didn’t mean to ask such a personal question.”
“Harry,” she said putting her hands on my face and forcing me to look at her, “a woman’s period is a natural thing and it’s nothing for you to be embarrassed about. It’s just a part of life for a woman.”
“I guess you’re right. I’m sorry for being such a git.”
“You’re not a git.”
“What happened to your boyfriend?” I asked quickly, changing the subject.
“We broke up just before this past Christmas. We first had sex in October and did it fairly regularly until we broke up. We just realized, and maybe the sex helped us to figure that out, I don’t know, but we knew at that point that we had no long-term future together, so we broke it off. He’s going to a different university that’s very far away anyway, so it was for the best.”
“So, when you were trying to get my shirt off you wanted to have sex, correct?”
“Yes, Harry. I’m very attracted to you and I don’t want to just have sex in general, I want to have sex with you.”
“But, why? Why me?”
“Oh, Harry, we really need to work on that self-esteem issue you have. I’m not sure what your relatives did to you but I can assure you they did you no favors. If anyone should feel good about themselves, how you act, how you look, it should be you Harry. You are an amazing person. When I just look at you I get turned on.”
“Really, but like I said if you want to wait I’ll understand.”
“I may be wrong, but I don’t think who you have sex with first is that big a deal to a guy. I think most of us guys just want to make sure we have sex, who with is secondary. I’m sure I would not have sex with just anyone but you know what I mean. Perhaps girls put more emphasis on the who for the first time?”
“Could be. I can tell you though that it’s been many, many months since I had sex and I do miss it. My mum told me that once I start sometimes it’s difficult to give it up after that, at least until I’m too old anyway.”
“That good, huh?”
“It can be.”
I thought about it for a few seconds.
“Gwen, would you be okay with having to teach a novice like me what to do?”
“Harry, I thought you’d never ask….
When I woke up the next morning, I was laying on my back and felt a weight on my chest. I looked down and saw a head of brown hair splayed across it. Gwen’s left arm was laying across my body and holding on to my right side. Her left leg was crossed over mine and her naked body was attached to my left side as if it was a part of me.
I knew it was time for me to get up and start my run but I didn’t want to disturb Gwen. Apparently, she was comfortable and to be honest, so was I. After a few more minutes, I carefully raised my head up and lightly kissed the back of her head. I felt her stir after that. Soon we were just staring at each other smiling, our hair displaying that wild morning style. Unfortunately, that style was not far from what mine looked like after being washed and combed.
“You know, I’m going to have to go so I can get my run in before my appointment.”
“I thought as much,” she said. “Would you like a coffee before you go? I’m going to make some.”
“Sure, mind if I grab a quick shower while you do that?”
“Not at all. Help yourself. I’ll have your coffee ready when you get out.”
I managed a good run after leaving Gwen and made it over to Susan’s at ten. Susan had never seen me so happy. I was having a difficult time keeping from smiling. She couldn’t figure out what was up with me and I certainly wasn’t going to tell her.
We had a good discussion about runes though and I found out from her that the first year was likely going to be easy for me if I just read the book. In the first year, you don’t create any real runes, only short little tests that can’t be used for anything else. The first year is meant to study them and learn the basics. Grandfather gave me a fast class on the basics and I was already creating runes and recognizing different ones and how they were used.
Susan recommended that I ask to be tested before they placed me in the class. It could be I could skip the first year if I studied it well enough through August. That sounded good to me so I vowed I would study hard and get Grandfather to help me learn as much as possible.
I ate lunch with Susan, which an elf prepared. It was quite delicious. When I was leaving, she said to check with her any time before school started if I needed additional help. She said that my help with Defense got her an O so anything she could do to pay me back was offered she said smiling. I thanked her and left to take the floo back home.
I discussed Ancient Runes with Grandfather when I got back and told him what I learned from Susan. He suggested that we set aside at least an hour every day to go over the books I bought (I had bought all the years in Ancient Runes, plus some advanced ones) and see how far I could get. He assured me that the classes at Hogwarts were designed to draw things out at a slower pace, especially Runes which for most people were difficult to understand so they were given more time in class over the year to study it longer.
He said that it was likely that I could pass the O.W.L. in it during the Christmas break if I really worked on it between now and then.
“You have a natural talent for it, Harry, much like some other Potters I knew. It sort of runs in the family, if you know what I mean, and if you take this trunk with you to school then I can continue to help you.”
“Thanks, Grandfather. I was planning on doing just that. After all, I can’t let myself get rusty with my guns from lack of practice.”
We finished our talk and I decided to go ahead and read through year one of Ancient Runes then ask him questions afterwards if I had any. I was about halfway through the book when my phone rang.
“Hi Harry. It’s me.”
“Hello, Gwen. I’m glad you called. I really need to thank you for being so patient with me last night. It was wonderful. I will never forget that or you for as long as I live. Thank you so much.”
“No, Harry, I should be thanking you. You are an extremely good student and I will never forget you or last night for as long as I live. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.”
“So, what did you call about?”
“Oh, that’s right, I called you. I was wondering if after we finish your driving lesson later, you could come back over tonight for some additional practice? Three times last night was amazing, but practice makes perfect you know. You don’t want to get rusty.”
“Right. Of course. What an excellent suggestion, Gwen. What time do I need to be there?”
“Why not come for dinner first around 6:30? Wear some shorts or something like that and let’s have a cookout on the grill. We can grill some burgers if you want. I’ll make sure we have all the fixings.”
“Do I need to bring anything?”
“Just your body. I’ll take care of the rest.”
“Alright, see you for my driving lesson in about an hour.”
I returned to my reading but was very distracted for some reason for the rest of the afternoon.
I learned a lot from Gwen about driving and she let me drive her car around the neighborhood for about an hour. It didn’t seem very hard to learn. Apparently, you pick up a lot as a passenger if you’ve been paying attention at all.
I showed up again at Gwen’s at 6:30 dressed in cargo shorts, boat shoes (no socks), and a bright blue tank top. She was looking very appreciative. She was dressed in some short blue jean cutoffs, a green tank top, and sandals.
She had the fire going on the grill and it was ready for the burgers to go on. I finished cutting up tomatoes and onions for us while she threw the burgers on. We stood around the grill drinking sodas and watching the burger patties cook. It was a bit smoky, and unfortunately, the smoke wanted to follow us wherever we stood.
I took over cooking the burgers while Gwen grabbed us some plates and put all the fixings on the table. After I brought in the burgers, we ate them with some crisps and sodas. Then we noticed we both smelled of the smoke from the grill.
After cleaning up our mess and putting away everything, Gwen suggested another lesson.
“Your next lesson, my great student, is to learn how to have sex in the shower.”
“How many times have you done this?”
“Actually never, so it’ll be a learning experience for me too. We both need to get this smoke off us, so we might as well have fun while we’re at it. Come on,” she said walking down the hall to the loo, stripping out of her clothes as she went.
I simply followed behind her removing my clothes too. I was, after all, the obedient student.
My lessons, including driving, continued almost daily until close to the end of August, when Gwen had to leave to go to university, and I had to get ready for my return to Hogwarts. I warned her that my cell phone was not likely going to work while I was at school due to the remoteness of the school and the lack of cell towers in that area of Scotland.
Her farewell was rather teary eyed but we hoped to see each other during Christmas break and next summer as well. Of course, she was thinking that I was going to have a girlfriend by then at that school of mine and forget all about her. I assured her that I would never forget her no matter what changed in our lives.
“Harry, you ceased being the student a while back. You are now the master and I, your apprentice. I suspect you will find another apprentice soon.” This is what she said to me on one of the last days I saw her.
I personally thought it would take me a while to get over Gwen. I don’t know if I was ever really in love with her but she was someone special in my life that I will never forget. And, of course, she was my first one. Nope, I’ll never forget her whether I ever see her again or not.
I visited Kurlig before school started and he provided me with my own Muggle driver’s license. I spent the day I had left looking at the cars in my garage and I even test drove them down the driveway and back. Apparently, I had a black 1959 Bentley S2 Saloon, a green 1970 Land Rover Defender, and a silver 1963 Aston Martin DB5. Dobby had cleaned them up for me and they all had a nice shine to them.
September 1st came and I found myself at Kings Cross Station crossing through the barrier onto platform nine and three quarters. I had just come through about 45 minutes early when I realized there were Death Eaters waiting for me. Both my trunks were shrunk and in my pocket. I had told Hedwig to fly to Hogwarts instead of riding the train. I left her cage at home.
This means my hands were free and that was on purpose. There were at least 20 Death Eaters on the platform and chaos ensued. Most people were running for their lives while some had already been cut down by the murdering scum who call themselves Death Eaters. My .455 Webleys were already in my hands with the safety off before I completely cleared the barrier.
I took aim and Death Eaters started dropping. At first, they weren’t sure where I was since my guns made no sound and they could see no spells coming at them. I was hitting them all in the head if possible or in the body if not. I only shot them once to get as many as possible. I planned to follow up if any were still able to fight back, or moving for that matter.
I had only managed to shoot eight of them when they finally saw me. Suddenly I had nearly a dozen spells coming my way. I took off running and kept firing. I took out two more before I was hit in the neck with a cutting curse. It must have cut a main artery because I was bleeding badly. Blood was everywhere. It was actually spurting out of me in a long stream with each heartbeat.
I hit the deck then rolled as some more spells came at me. I stopped on my stomach and fired both pistols taking down two more. My senses were getting fuzzy and I knew I was losing too much blood. I should have learned some good healing spells this summer, I thought as I was losing consciousness. About that time the aurors arrived in mass along with some Order members, I think.
I thought I heard Tonks calling my name and saying something about needing an emergency portkey. I couldn’t remember anything clearly after that.
I did remember some flashes of things as I was treated at St. Mungos. I must have been drifting in and out of consciousness at that point.
Three days later, I woke up in the hospital with a thirst that could kill a camel. Luckily, they must have had a monitoring spell on me since a healer entered and offered me some water through a straw. I gladly took a drink. I doubt I would have been able to speak without it.
“Yes?” I croaked out.
“I’m Healer Gregory and I am very glad to see you alive. How you managed to stay alive taking on 20 Death Eaters is beyond me. You were hit in the neck with a cutting spell, the right carotid artery to be exact, was severed and by all accounts you bled out before we could get any blood replenishing potion down you. How you pulled out of that is a miracle. There is no other way to describe it. It appears you have cheated death again, Mr. Potter. I’m pretty sure you don’t recall the first time.”
“What happened after I passed out?” I said slowly.
“You should probably talk to an auror but I understand that when the aurors showed up the remaining eight Death Eaters portkeyed away. They say you killed an even dozen and the last two were after you went down.”
“I remember that. Then it all went fuzzy.”
“With the damage you took to that artery I’m surprised you did anything after that.”
“How is my neck now?”
“Perfect, Mr. Potter. You won’t even have a scar by the time you leave here.”
“Why am I still here then?”
“Your body went through a lot, Mr. Potter. Like I said, by all things natural you should be dead. When we were healing you, even one of the nurses asked how you could still be alive. You lost too much blood before you were found. That artery was severed and normally you bleed out in seconds from it. Somehow, you pulled through though. I suspect you will be able to leave in a few days. We’ll see how it goes. Now, you need to get some rest.”
He gave me a sleeping potion.
“Thank you, Healer Gregory.”
“Your welcome, Mr. Potter.”
The next time I awoke, I saw Mrs. Weasley sitting there next to my bed. I wasn’t able to stay awake for very long, especially when she ran her fingers through my hair and patted my hand.
I woke up again later and saw Andi sitting there reading a book. She looked over and winked at me. I smiled and went back to sleep.
When I finally woke up and felt I could stay awake now, I looked and saw that some friends had come to visit me.
“Hi, Harry. Feeling better?”
I nodded my head.
“Hiya, Harry. You had me worried. Don’t do that again.”
I smiled at her until she couldn’t hold it anymore and she smiled back. The door opened and in walked Neville and Luna.
“Hey, Neville. Hey, Luna.”
“Harry! Great to see you awake. We’ve been wondering about you,” said Neville.
“Hi, Harry,” said Luna. “The wrack spurts seemed to have all disappeared from around your head.”
“I sure hope so, Luna. I’m about ready to get out of here.”
“Not before the healer says you’re okay, Harry,” threatened Hermione.
We both grinned at each other and then Healer Gregory came through the door.
“Sorry, but Mr. Potter needs to be examined thoroughly to determine his current condition and expected exit from this hospital. I’ll have to have all of you step outside his room for now.”
My friends all left with waves and good-byes.
“Now, Mr. Potter, let’s have a look shall we?”
He waved his wand over me several times and muttered a few things, making notes on a pad he pulled from his pocket.
“What’s the verdict, Doc?”
“I think one more night of observation should do it, as long as you rest well on your own tonight. Then you can go to school tomorrow. Today’s Saturday so tomorrow will be good so you can rest one more day before classes start. I expect you to take it easy though for the first week back. Your body has been through an ordeal and it needs proper time to recover. Take care of yourself, Mr. Potter.”
“Please call me Harry.”
“Alright, Harry. Your friends can visit a little while longer but if you get tired, they need to leave so you can rest. Rest is what is important right now.”
“I’ll tell them they can come back in.”
“Oh, one more thing, Doc. Where are my things? My wand? My weapons?”
“Oh, of course. They’re all in that closet over there. I should tell you that there was someone that came in and wanted to confiscate your weapons but Amelia Bones was here at that time and kicked them out.”
“Do you know who it was?”
“No. Not sure but there are two aurors stationed outside your door and have been since you arrived. They have stated that no one is going to touch your weapons so rest easy.”
“See you tomorrow, Harry.”
As promised, I was well enough to go the next morning. I got fully dressed with all my protection, had my guns and my batons holstered, ready to be used. I was told that Winky came and cleaned up all my armor and clothes for me. The aurors walked me to the hospital fireplace where I used floo powder and went to The Three Broomsticks, saying hi to Madame Rosmerta as I passed through. I then apparated to the edge of the wards and walked up to the castle.
It was breakfast time when I arrived and most everyone was eating in the Great Hall. When I walked in you could have heard a pin drop. The next thing I knew nearly everyone was standing and clapping. I found my seat easy enough between Hermione and Ginny then put some food on my plate before McGonagall showed up with my class schedule.
“Professor, might I have a word right after breakfast?”
“Certainly, Mr. Potter. Why don’t you come up to the staff table when you’re finished eating? The Headmaster would also like a word with you in his office afterwards.”
“Yes ma’am, I will. Thank you.”
I ate my fill then left my friends to stand before Professor McGonagall.
“What can I do for you, Mr. Potter?”
“Is it possible for me to take a test and see if I can place out of first year Ancient Runes? Based on my personal studies over the summer I believe that I can.”
“Yes, I believe Professor Babbling can test you. Let’s go check with her.”
After a chat with Professor Babbling, she wanted me to meet her at 3pm later to take the test. I told her I would see her then.
Professor Dumbledore was waiting on me when I arrived at his office door. He bade me to come in and have a seat. He then offered me a lemon drop. I declined.
“Harry, I’m very concerned about you. You left the safety and protection of your relatives, you managed to get yourself emancipated, and now you’ve faced too many Death Eaters over the summer for my liking. It’s imperative that you remain safe since you’re the only one who can defeat Voldemort.”
“Professor, I’m confused. How am I possibly going to stand up against Voldemort who is far more powerful than I am and, in addition, he has fifty years of experience over me? I watched your duel with him at the Ministry. There is no way I can take him on with no more than what I’ve been taught at this school.”
“What is your hurry, Harry? You have time before you have to truly face him.”
“Why not be prepared just in case that doesn’t work out and I have to face him sooner? I know I probably do have some time, Professor, before meeting him again, but the rest of the people out there do not, not from his Death Eaters anyway. If I don’t start training now to face him than I will never be good enough to kill him. Taking out his Death Eaters is the best experience I can get, not to mention the best strategy.”
“It’s too dangerous, Harry. You were just in the hospital for a week.”
“Of course it’s dangerous. I had to fight twenty Death Eaters while everyone else was running for cover instead of fighting back.”
“You could have died, Harry. Who then would be able to face Tom?”
“I should be dead Professor. Just ask my healer, he told me so. He said it was a miracle that I was alive, that I should have bled out in seconds but I didn’t. He also told me that it was at least three or four minutes, probably five, before they healed the severed artery and gave me blood replenishing potion.”
“I spoke to Healer Gregory Harry after they healed you and he told me the same thing. At the time I thought it was just a fluke or he was mistaken.”
“You need to understand sir that Death Eaters can injure me, even torture me, but they can’t kill me.”
“What in Merlin’s name makes you think that Harry?”
“I can’t believe you haven’t figured this out yet. I thought you were just keeping this part a secret from me, hoping I wouldn’t figure it out on my own. Well, if you didn’t want me to figure it out then you should have never told me the prophecy.”
“I’m afraid you’ve lost me Harry.”
“Tell me, Professor, based on the prophecy do you firmly believe that I’m the only one who can kill Voldemort?”
“Yes, Harry, as I told you before that’s what I believe it means after many years of studying it.”
“Good, because I believe it too and since according to the prophecy I’m the only one who can kill Voldemort, then naturally it also means that Voldemort is the only one who can kill me. Not his Death Eaters, just him.”
Dumbledore just stared at me for a minute.
“Professor, are you alright? I swear I didn’t cast a Confundus Charm.”
He shook his head and chuckled.
“Harry, that may be true but they could still capture you and –“
“Yes, Professor, I’ve thought of that too. They could capture me and then Tom could kill me. Very possible, but you need to hear the rest of it.”
“Very well, please enlighten me.”
“When I left your office a few months ago I was angry about Sirius. I was angry at you too for keeping this information from me, but when I started thinking about and studying the prophecy over the next few days at Privet Drive it became clearer to me what I had to do.”
“Granted, I was very upset and was not all that concerned about losing my life, but I firmly believed in what the prophecy said so deduced that if this is true then I could make a difference with his Death Eaters. I sat out to find them so I could fight them, but I soon realized that I had no clue how to find them.”
“As part of my plans, I was going to get away from the Dursleys so I could train for when I did face any Death Eaters. I managed to get to Gringotts unnoticed and met with the Potter Family Account Manager. Funny, how I was never told of him before, or told anything about my family vault. He was quite shocked too wondering why I didn’t come see him when I was eleven.”
“I’m sorry, Harry. I guess sending Hagrid was not the best idea.”
“No, I’m glad Hagrid came. He pulled me out of that house when I was a baby and he took me to Diagon Alley when I was eleven. He even bought me Hedwig for my birthday. Hagrid is my friend and always will be.”
“I’m sure he will be happy to hear that Harry.”
“But you should have made sure I was told all I should have been told Professor. You or Professor McGonagall could have come to my relative’s house before I needed to go to Diagon Alley and explained things to me. Someone should have come to my house long before then just to check on my well-being. Someone should have made sure I wasn’t being forced to sleep in the cupboard under the stairs all those years until my letter from Hogwarts arrived. Someone should have made sure I was happy and not being abused, but no one did.”
“I’m so sorry, Harry.”
“Thank you, but I don’t need that now. That’s in my past. I no longer wish to dwell on it. Suffice it to say that with the help of Gringotts and my relatives practical giddiness at signing my emancipation papers to get rid of me, I have moved on.”
“I found a house and had it put under the Fidelius. No one knows where I live except me and that is how it’s going to stay until all the Death Eaters are gone and Voldemort too. I will not have a repeat of what Peter did to my parents.”
“I commend you for taking your security seriously.”
“Anyway, I soon discovered that I didn’t have to look for Death Eaters because I’m a Death Eater magnet. They seem to always be looking for me. The first five I faced weren’t but they were out of there depth and didn’t plan on any resistance. Obviously, they were new recruits sent to get some experience. It didn’t quite work in their favor.”
“After that it was always them attacking first and I just responded. I never got hurt until last week when I reached Platform nine and three-quarters. There were just too many of them and no one was willing to take them on. They had already killed some people so I stopped them. I have appointed myself as a Death Eater executioner, so that’s what I do.”
“That is so dangerous, Harry.”
“Until this last time I had no proof that what we believe about the prophecy is in fact true, but now I know that it is. Since Voldemort wasn’t the one who hit me with that cutting curse then I couldn’t die from it.”
“You still need to be careful, Harry.”
“And you should not be killing them.”
“What do you expect me to do? Out duel them? Stun them all? They don’t attack one at a time you know. There’s always a group of them. I’m not you, Professor, so you can’t expect me, or anyone else for that matter, to have your ability to overcome 5, 10, or 20 Death Eaters easily, without killing them. If I stun them then they get revived and I have to fight them all over again. Never mind that they’re killing people and trying to kill me. They take joy in it. They are irredeemable. Death is the only answer for them.”
“Everyone deserves a second chance, Harry.”
“I commend you for your compassion, Professor, even for the lost, but you’re dead wrong. Voldemort and his Death Eaters are a lost cause. There’s no redemption for them. They will kill every one of us if we don’t stop them. Most people don’t have your ability or compassion for them, especially when they just killed your friends or family. They have to be annihilated if we ever expect to find peace.”
“Please don’t get in my way Professor. You and the Order need to wake up. This is war and people die in war. The trick is to make sure it’s the enemy that does the dying. We need to make sure that no one else wants to join Voldemort for fear of death. Once we take away all his Death Eaters, he won’t be near as difficult to kill.”
I stood up to leave and went to the door before stopping and turning back around.
“I’ll be doing my part, Professor.”