Talking with Dumbledore
Chapter 11: Talking with Dumbledore
"Hey Harry. Did you sleep well?" An older Sirius Black asked the young wizard.
"Yeah. I just came from breakfast. What are you doing?"
"Trying to keep my Mum quiet for once."
"FLITHY BLOOD TRAITOR!" the woman in the picture screamed. "GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!"
"IT'S MY HOUSE NOW YOU OLD HAG!" Sirius yelled back before throwing a blanket over it.
"I wish there was a removal for this charm." Sirius sighed. "So, what can I do for you Prongslet?"
Harry laughed at the nickname. "I was talking to Remus about my parents."
"What did Moony have to say?" Sirius asked interested.
"Well, I asked him about the Marauder's reactions when you learned that Mum was pregnant with me. He told me that Mum was seven months pregnant with me when you, Mum, and Dad came home from a secret assignment."
"Naturally he was shocked." Sirius concluded.
"Of course. So, what was your reaction?"
"It's kind of blurry, but I do remember being ecstatic. I also remember asking your Mum if she knew she was pregnant."
"Do you remember the assignment?"
"Not really. I'm sure it will come to me eventually. All those years in Azkaban must have drained me of the memory."
Harry woke up Christmas Eve Morning with a start from the memory
No wonder Sirius couldn't remember the assignment. It hadn't happened yet.
Harry then decided to take a risk and talk to Dumbledore. When he got to the gargoyle, he started saying practically every sweet he could think of.
"Acid Pops. Bertie Botts Every Flavor Beans. Chocolate Frogs. Lemon Drops."
At the sound of the muggle treat the Professor was fond of, the gargoyle jumped away. Harry climbed the stairs and knocked on the door.
"Enter." The professor's voice called out.
Harry opened the door and saw Dumbledore sitting at his desk.
"Ah. Harry. To what do I owe the pleasure? Lemon Drop?"
"No thank you Professor. I just thought you'd like to know that I know exactly who the three new teachers are."
"Ah. I figured you'd be able to figure it out. Especially with the hints Remus and Sirius have been dropping last summer. Unintentually, of course."
"Of course. I was wondering if this has anything to do with Sirius' memory, or was it all Azkaban?"
"A little bit of both. As the school year progressed, Sirius' memory has been restored bit by bit."
"He remembered a little bit this summer. When I asked him about his reaction to Mum being pregnant with me, his story matched with Professor Procyon. I can't believe I hadn't figured it out by then."
"I'm sure you were tired. I think the whole school heard his declaration of your Mother being pregnant with you."
"That is so weird when you put it that way." Harry stated. "Will you be erasing their memory?"
"Did your parents show you my letters?" Dumbledore answered with another question.
"Yes. But, wouldn't that affect the reign of Voldemort?"
"In some ways. I'm not sure how at the moment, but I will make it to where certain people remember what happened."
"Was this their original assignment?"
"Alas no. The original was one that would send your parents to France and your Godfather to America. I wrote myself the letter, because your father would be able to teach you spells and curses that only he would know being the heir to Godric Gryffindor."
Harry's mouth dropped at this piece of information.
"I thought Miss. Granger would have told you." Dumbledore told Harry. "Seeing as though she's read Hogwarts: A History many times and being the clever witch she is."
Harry shook his head no.
"Oh well. What's done is done. While I'm at it, I might as well tell you of a prophesy that concerns you."
"What else is there?" Harry sighed.
"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 equal, but he will have 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..."
"So that's me?" Harry asked in shock
"I'm afraid so Harry. The only things that could change that are if you would have been born a day later, or if Voldemort didn't find you or your parents."
"So, if it weren't for the fact that Voldemort marked me, would the prophesy be for any other child?"
"There was one other who could fulfill the prophesy."
Harry's mouth dropped again.
"Does he know about this?" Harry asked
"Why do things ALWAYS happen to me? Oh well, thank you for telling me Professor. But why did you wait?"
"Because I was hoping that Voldemort wouldn't return until you were fully trained. I wish it didn't have to be this way."
"There you are Harry." Ron said as his best friend walked into breakfast. "Where were you?"
"I had to talk to Dumbledore." Harry said still reeling from the fact that his parents were here and everything else he heard.
"About what?" Ron said taking a bite of toast.
"My parents, heritage, and destiny."
"Interesting choices of topics. Is he going to put a memory charm on them?"
"Would you believe he won't?"
Ron choked on his toast. "What? Why not? What about the future?"
"He's going to make it to were certain people remember what happened when Pettigrew was made secret keeper."
"It will be like living in two worlds."
"Shh. Don't tell Hermione. She'd have a fit."
"Don't tell Hermione what?" Hermione asked coming up from behind the two boys.
"AGGHH! Don't sneak up on us like that." Ron told her.
"Sorry." Hermione said uncertain. "Are you alright Harry?"
"Yeah. I'm just waiting for the events to sink in. There is a part of me that is saying that "this is only a dream." However, I just talked to Dumbledore and he said that it wasn't."
"I told you we shouldn't have gone to the kitchens. Especially that late at night." Hermione scolded him.
"Or at least waited to ask about the Map until we were fully awake." Ron suggested.
All of a sudden, what Harry was waiting for happened.
"Oh. My. God. My parents and a younger version of Sirius are here. In Hogwarts. With me." Harry realized with a shock.
"Yeah Harry. Did you FINALLY wake up?" Ron asked
"Shut up Ron. How would YOU feel if your parents and godfather came and taught DADA without your knowledge?"
"Good point. Even though I'd be able to recognize them right off."
"Yeah. It's kind of hard to miss the red hair." Hermione said.
"I don't know what to do." Harry said. "I have so many questions, but I don't know where to begin."
"The beginning?" Ron suggested.
Hermione whacked him upside the head.
"Actually, that's not a bad idea. You know. Stories about how they met, when they fell in love, I can ask more about my aunts. Both Mum's sister and Dad's." Harry started going off in a ramble of stories he could con his parents into telling him without having to worry about bringing up painful memories for Remus and older Sirius.
"How about you bring this up with them instead of us?" Ron suggested to his friend who was rambling at this point.
"Right. Where are they? Don't wait up for me. I'm going to spend the WHOLE day with them." Harry said running off.
"So much for a game of Chess." Ron said watching his friend running out of the Great Hall.
"Leave him alone Ron. He finally has the opportunity to talk to his parents freely. And Sirius without bringing up Azkaban." Hermione told him.
Ron nodded in understanding. "Want to go spy on them?"
"RON! Give them some time ALONE for Merlin's sake."