Chapter 27
That Which Makes You Stronger
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"Remus!" Tonks yelled.
"Sirius! Harry yelled at the same time.
Harry and Tonks both turned and looked at each other. Harry motioned for her to go first.
"Remus, why didn't you wait, do you realize how reckless that was. What the hell?"
"Yes I do, and I'm terribly sorry, but he threatened to come alone." Remus looked down at his friend who was still in the form of Padfoot, "Come on you old mutt, you can't stay like that forever. You might as well face the music."
Meanwhile, Hermione was explaining to her parents just who Padfoot was, and also what an Animagus was. They had known a little about him from Hermione's stories, and more recently from Madam Bones, but they had never actually met him… especially as Padfoot.
"Come on Padfoot," Harry said.
Reluctantly, Padfoot stood and started walking towards Harry, changing back into the wizard, Sirius Black as he approached.
Dan's eyes widened for a second at the sight, but he regained his composure quickly. His wife let out a little yelp and grabbed his arm, but she too calmed a moment later.
Sirius stopped just short of his godson. He looked both apologetic and desperate at the same time. "Harry, I'm… I-I was going spare worrying. I had to see you… to make sure…" After a quick glance at Hermione and her parents, he went on more slowly, "I guess I mucked things up pretty badly. I'm sorry."
"Sirius, I'm the kid. I'm the one who mucks thing up," Harry said in a strict tone. "You're the adult. You're the one who is supposed to set an example…" Harry stopped and shook his head. Then with a smile Harry added in a much lighter tone, "Oh bollocks, I guess we're both a couple of gits… Merlin help us."
Sirius quickly closed the distance and wrapped Harry in a tight hug. "It's good to see you Harry," he managed softly.
Harry returned the hug and patted his back, "It's good to see you too."
Remus moved over to join Tonks, and together they watched the reunion.
Hermione stayed with her parents to give Harry a moment alone with his godfather. With moist eyes, she too watched as her boyfriend reunited with a nearly lost part of his family.
A moment later Sirius, released Harry to arm's length. Happy that he wasn't too terribly upset with him, he said with a smile, "Thank you, Harry." Then before Harry could say anything else, he turned his attention to the Grangers. His elated smile turned serious as he walked up to them; Harry following just behind. "Mr. Granger?" Sirius asked politely. After a curt nod from Dan, Sirius reached out his hand and said quite humbly, "I'm Sirius Black… and I believe I owe you and your family more thanks than I can express."
Dan took his offered hand and shook it, "No thanks are necessary, Mr. Black, Harry is a fine young man, and I'm sure you'd have done the same for Hermione if needed."
"Just the same, thank you," Sirius said. Then after turning to Emma, he gave her a half bow from the waist, "And to you Mrs. Granger, thank you for taking Harry into your home." Glancing back at Harry, he added, "I would have loved to have had him at my own home, but it's not quite ready for children yet."
Emma tipped her head in return, "No worries, Mr. Black, Harry is always welcome here, but please, I have a feeling we'll be seeing a lot of each other, so why don't you call me Emma and my husband is Dan." Emma also wanted to ask what he meant by, his house not being ready for children, but felt it could wait until they were better acquainted.
Sirius beamed, "I'd be delighted to on both accounts; I hate formalities. And regardless of how Remus addresses me, please call me Sirius."
"Not Padfoot?" Hermione asked jokingly.
Sirius moved over and stood in front of her. After a lingering glance over his shoulder to the spot where he had arrived in the form of a dog, he said weakly, "Yeah… ah, I'm sorry about that. I had hoped to make a better first impression on your parents… you being Harry's girlfriend and all."
Hermione smiled, "Oh you make an impression all right." At his concerned look, she let him off the hook, "Don't worry Sirius, I'm only joking. Believe me, they understand, and besides, they rarely get to see such advanced magic."
After smiling and nodding his head in understanding, he got down on one knee. Sirius took both her hands in his and said while never taking his eyes off hers, "Hermione, you, and you alone have done more for Harry than anyone one I know. Thank Merlin, he has you in his life." Bending forward he kissed the back of her hands, "I will forever be in your debt."
Hermione's eyes teared up at once. She pulled her hands free, and launched herself into him, wrapping her arms around his neck, and whispered "Just help me keep him safe."
Sirius hugged her back. When she pulled away, he smiled and said before standing back up, "I'd like that, and Hermione… whatever you need, all you have to do is ask."
Emma, who was also in tears, clapped her hands and said, "Well, what are we all doing out here? Let's go inside and I'll put on some more tea."
~oOoOo~
Dumbledore was nearly exhausted when he arrived in Little Whinging, which explained why he hadn't noticed the disillusioned Auror guarding the front of number Four. He was almost to the front door and ready to knock, when the Auror appeared and stopped him at wand point. After identifying himself, a confused Dumbledore asked what was going on. The Auror explained, that the Dursleys were inside and under house arrest awaiting trial by order of Madam Bones. When he asked to speak with them, he was told no one was allowed in or out. Fighting to control his temper, he asked about Harry.
The Auror almost growled as he answered, "After having his injuries healed, he was moved to a safer location."
The Auror said he didn't know where, and Dumbledore doubted he'd have said even if he did. Instead, he was told to contact the office of Magical Law Enforcement if he wanted any more information. Dumbledore decided to try Hogwarts first; hopefully, his deputy would be of more help.
Stepping out of the floo in his office, Dumbledore didn't even slow down to look around. Instead, he hurried straight to the door, and then on to McGonagall's office.
Dumbledore knocked on the door to his deputy's office. "Enter," came a sharp reply, and Dumbledore hurried in.
"Ah, Albus, you're finally back. Please have a seat… judging by the look on your face, you have a few questions." McGonagall almost smirked. It was fun not being the one in the dark for a change.
"Indeed I do," Dumbledore said as he lowered himself into an arm chair that was all too comfortable. "I stopped by the Dursleys, only to find a rather rude Auror and no Harry." When his old friend only nodded, he lost some of his patience, and asked quickly with more than a touch of concern in his voice, "Well, what in Merlin's name is going on? Where is Harry?"
McGonagall stared at the man sitting across from her for a second thinking about the irony of the situation. He seemed genuinely concerned about Harry, yet his actions of late indicated otherwise. McGonagall pushed those thoughts aside, there would be time enough for them later. The one person most responsible for putting Harry in harm's way wanted answers, 'Well so do I,' McGonagall thought. In a cold, flat tone that said far more than her words, she started, "Harry Potter was viciously attacked by his uncle. By the time we found him, he was in grave condition." Seeing the alarm in his eyes she added, "He is safe now, and once again recovering."
"Attacked? By his uncle, Mr. Dursley?" Dumbledore asked, clearly surprised by that fact.
"Yes, the same."
Perplexed, he asked, "I don't understand, why? Did someone provoke him? Just how bad was it?"
"Provoke him? You'd allow him an excuse?" McGonagall angrily challenged him. She held up her hands to stop any further conversation. Closing her eyes for a second, she took a slow breath to calm down. At the moment, she was far too angry to trust herself not to say something she'd later regret. Opening her eyes, she said, "Why don't we take this to your office, where we can use that pensive of yours."
Dumbledore nodded, "Very well." Thinking, clearly a lot had happened in his short absencs, and judging by the hostile reception he was getting; it must have been pretty bad, and at least partially his fault.
As Dumbledore prepared the pensive, McGonagall copied a memory she wished she never had. As she dropped the silvery thread into the bowl, she explained what they were about to see. "After an urgent Patronus from Tonks requesting our help, Poppy and I Apparated directly to the Dursleys backyard. Entering the house, we found Petunia on the telephone talking nervously to someone; probably her husband. We then heard Tonks call from upstairs, so without any further delay, we hurried up. This is what we found."
Dumbledore found himself in the hallway, just outside Harry's room. Stepping inside, he was unable to hide his shock as his eyes widened in disbelief. He had never actually been in Harry's room before, there had never been any reason to see it. Dumbledore had always just assumed it was like any other ordinary Muggle bedroom. Harry had once told him that the room was plain. He hadn't expected the Dursleys to lavish him with expensive furnishings, but he had thought, it would at least have met his basic needs, and would have been in reasonable condition. The only thing Harry's furniture was good for as far as he could tell, was perhaps firewood. On one of those rare occasions when they actually, had sat down and talked for a while, Harry had also told him that he was sometimes forced to stay in his room. Dumbledore knew that it was a common form of punishment that Muggle parents sometimes used; restricting their children to their rooms for an evening and not allowing them to go out and play. But this… this seemed far more serious. A glance back at the bedroom door, and he couldn't help but think, that it looked more like a cell door; three locks and a little flap for passing things like food in, without having to open the door.
How had he overlooked something so basic, yet as necessary as the very place where Harry slept? Harry had never complained, not really… of course, it wasn't like him; he wasn't as spoiled or pampered as say… Draco Malfoy. In hind sight, why would he, even this was better than the cupboard. Dumbledore sighed; that too had been a terrible discovery.
Dumbledore was broken from his thoughts by the sound of a crying girl. Stepping further into the room, his breath caught at the sight before him. Hermione was holding the head of a badly beaten boy in her lap. The boy's face was so battered, it took a moment for him to realize it was Harry. Madam Pomfrey was working frantically to stabilize him. Dumbledore couldn't help but stare; it was a sight he didn't think he would ever forget.
McGonagall didn't want to see the horrible scene play out again, so instead she focused on Dumbledore's reaction. She was somewhat relieved to see him so shocked and surprised. He might have known Harry's home life was bad, but obviously he hadn't known it was this bad. However, that didn't excuse him from his responsibilities; he should have known something was wrong before it had come to this. She continued to watch as the shocked look on his face, slowly turned to sadness. He stood staring, lost in thought. He suddenly seemed a hundred years older as his shoulders dropped, and he started shaking his head. "Albus?" She called gently.
The Great Albus Dumbledore turned eyes perplexed with guilt on her. Eyes that once shown with such wisdom and confidence. "Minerva, how… how could I not have seen this coming? How could I have not known he was in trouble?"
The image faded, and the pair were once again in Dumbledore's office. The strain of the day finally caught up to him, and his legs folded under him as Dumbledore collapsed to the ground.
"Albus!" Minerva called again, this time with concern as she reached out to try and catch him.
Dumbledore raised a hand to wave her off, "I will be fine. It is just… a shock." Between what he had just witnessed, and the fact that he hadn't slept in the last thirty-six hours; he was grateful that he hadn't ended up flat on his back.
"Hupf…" McGonagall huffed after seeing he was alright. "I should think so!" She wanted to feel sorry for him, but couldn't quite bring herself to feel that way yet. She was still furious at him for so many things, she knew it would be some time before she could forgive him. She did however, offer him a hand up.
"Thank you, Minerva," Dumbledore said as he slowly made his way around his desk to sit down.
"Don't thank me yet," McGonagall started, "I'm still angry with you."
Dumbledore simply nodded. He had expected nothing less, and under the circumstances, this time he didn't blame her.
"First of all, I don't appreciate being lied to." At his questioning look, she explained, "You told me someone would check on Mr. Potter every day… in person!" McGonagall narrowed her eyes, "Yet, Tonks told me, that you had given her explicit instruction… not to bother the Dursleys."
Dumbledore sighed, "I thought he would be fine until I had a chance to check on him, And I knew you would have objected."
"Damn right I would have!"
Dumbledore flinched, "So I presume he is staying with the Grangers?"
McGonagall nodded once, "That's correct, as well as Auror Tonks; Madam Bones has assigned her to them full time."
Dumbledore sat still staring at his desk, wondering how it had all spiraled out of control so fast. There was no doubt in his mind that besides his deputy, Harry and the Grangers were mad at him as well. "I should go and see Harry. Apologize, and try to explain things," Dumbledore said, as he started to rise.
"No you shouldn't." At his surprised look, McGonagall gestured for him to sit back down before she continued. "Mr. Potter is still very weak, and he needs his rest. He'll probably be asleep anyway. You showing up there unannounced tonight; with tensions as high as they are, will only stir things up. Even if you don't upset Mr. Potter directly, you'll most certainly upset the Grangers, which would be even worse."
Dumbledore didn't like to admit it, but he knew she was probably right. Leaning his head back against the back of his chair, he closed his eyes to think.
"Albus, take a look at yourself, you're exhausted."
Dumbledore opened his eyes and saw the concerned look on his old friend's face. "Perhaps you are right. As long as Harry is safe, I suppose it can wait."
Satisfied Dumbledore wasn't going to rush off, McGonagall nodded, "I would suggest you check in with Amelia first anyway; most likely, she'll let you talk to the Dursleys. Might help, you may even figure out what's wrong with that… monster."
With a tentative plan starting to form for tomorrow, Dumbledore perked up a little. "That is an excellent idea Minerva, thank you"
McGonagall tipped her head, "You're welcome. However, I wouldn't be surprised if she wants to go with you."
Dumbledore smiled, "I have no objections to her accompanying me, in fact, I would very much appreciate it, if you would join us as well."
"Of course," She said easily. Looking at him more carefully, McGonagall could also see the toll this last year, had taken on him. "Albus, get some rest. It will all wait until tomorrow."
~oOoOo~
It was almost dark by the time Remus and Sirius were ready to leave. They had spent the whole day with Harry and the Grangers, just catching up, and getting to know one another better. The two Marauders regaled the group with tales of the past, and how they met. There appeared to be no end to the mischief they had gotten into. Hermione sat tucked into Harry's side, as he soaked it up. It seemed he never tired of hearing stories about his parents and their friends. At the same time, Harry and Hermione recounted some of their own adventures; carefully leaving out some of the more dangerous, or questionable parts, so as not to upset her parents. Hermione was quite sure they would not understand some of the things, which passed for normal in the wizarding world. Harry even opened up a little about his treatment at the Dursleys. On more than one occasion, Hermione had to remind Sirius of his promise to her, to prevent him from running off to exact justice from those who had wronged Harry.
They learned a lot about the Black family. Both Harry and Hermione, were surprised to find out, that many of the old families were related, including his own. Tonks explained her side, and how she was Sirius's first cousin, once removed. Harry and Hermione shared a look, both thinking the same thing; that family was important, and that they both wanted one of their own someday.
However, as afternoon slid into evening, the conversation turned more practical and serious. Some tentative plans were made, but a lot would depend on what Madam Bones could do for them. They also knew, that sooner or later, Dumbledore would show up, and he'd most likely have a few plans of his own. Sirius promised to get Grimmauld Place cleaned up as soon as possible. He was positive the kids could practice magic there if need be.
"Sirius, would the Goblins help us, if we asked them?" Hermione asked.
Sirius smiled, "Sure, for the right price." Then curious as to what brought that question up, he asked, "Why? What's on your mind?"
Hermione glanced at her parents before answering, "Well, I was wondering if they could make a couple of emergency Portkeys, and… well maybe add an extra layer to the wards."
"Why not just get them through the Ministry?"
"Well I just thought it might be better not to have all our defenses come from the same source." Hermione said with a shrug. "What if the Ministry gets compromised?"
"Cor, Hermione," Tonks laughed, "you're starting to sound like old Mad-Eye."
"Constant vigilance," Sirius barked. While Remus laughed.
Harry smiled, "Yeah, but she's right."
"Too right, Harry!" Sirius said with a grin. Then turning to the other Marauder in the room, said, "Remus, think you could talk to them?"
"Sure, anything else?" he asked.
"Do you think you could find a book on Goblin customs and protocols…? What?" Hermione asked defensively.
Knowing it wasn't worth getting her mad, Remus just held up his hands, "Nothing. I'm sure I can find something," He added, but he couldn't help the huge smile that broke out on his face.
Hermione shook her head at his antics, "Cheeky."
As things wound down, they made plans to meet again in a couple of days. By then they would know more about what they could, and couldn't do. They'd also have a better idea of how fast Harry was recovering. Harry and Tonks walked Sirius and Remus out the back door and into the yard. A hug and a handshake later, and the two Marauders disappeared into the night.
As they were walking back in, Harry turned to Tonks and said, "You like him don't you?"
Before she could stop herself, Tonks smiled and said, "Yeah, I…" Tonks stopped suddenly and looked at Harry, hoping he was too young to figure it out. "I mean… yeah, of course I do, he's a nice guy."
"Yeah he is," Harry said as his smile grew. He had to wonder if she knew her hair was flashing through all the colors of the rainbow.
Tonks just groaned, she really needed to talk to Emma again.
~oOoOo~
Harry walked into the kitchen early the next morning; feeling considerably better than the day before, and found Hermione with a cup of coffee, going over her notes from last night. She looked up and flashed him a bright smile. "Morning, Harry."
Seeing as they were currently alone, Harry walked over and planted a kiss on the top of her head, "Morning, Hermione." After pouring himself some juice, he joined her at the table. "Been up long?"
Hermione shook her head, "No, not really." Then after a long look at Harry, she asked, "How are you feeling today?"
"Well my back still lets me know when it's time for my potion, but other than that…pretty good, maybe a bit stiff."
"That's probably because of how hard you were sleeping," Hermione said, then as if suddenly remembering something important, she ducked her head slightly and started focusing on her notes. All the while wondering why it seemed so warm all of a sudden.
Harry smirked, "So… how were my scans this morning?"
She should have known Harry would have picked up on her little slip. Hermione laid her pen down, and looked back up sheepishly, "Your scans were good," she started slowly, but then added quickly, "Oh Harry, I'm sorry. It was an invasion of your privacy. I should have waited until you were awake."
"What about yesterday?"
"You were still in pretty bad shape yesterday; I needed the scan, and you needed your rest. Yesterday was excusable." Hermione said, before looking away.
Harry took her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze, "Hermione, I… Hermione look at me. Did you come in just to perv on me?"
Hermione's head snapped back around, "No! Of course not, I…"
Harry stopped her with a look. "I know… really I do. You came in to check on me, because you care. Yeah you could have waited, but you probably have loads to do, so…" Harry said with a nod towards her notes. "And for future reference, I don't mind, well as long as you don't die my hair pink or something."
Hermione relaxed, glad he wasn't upset with her, "Well, good thing I'm not fond of pink."
"Great, no worries then," Harry laughed. Getting up, he started for the stove, "You know, you could just wake me up; I wouldn't mind waking up and seeing you first thing in the morning."
Hermione quirked a brow, "Is that so?"
Realizing how what he just said might have been interpreted, Harry fumbled for the right works to say, "Ah… I mean, ah…" Harry chuckled, it was no use, "How about I start breakfast for everyone."
Hermione laughed, "Good idea."
Emma walked in a few minutes later with Dan. Seeing her daughter busy at work, she went over and stood behind her to see what she was working on so early in the morning, while Dan went to help Harry with breakfast. Hermione was diligently working on her summer schedule, which of course was Harry's as well. Between regular school work, additional school work, Karate, and fitness training, it was already getting quite full. As she tried to add time for training with Tonks, Remus, and Sirius, there didn't seem to be a spare minute left.
As Emma looked over her daughter's shoulder at her notes, she had to ask, "Honey, you do plan to have a little fun this summer, don't you?"
As far as Hermione was concerned, her summer was shaping up to be one of the best ever. Of course she was going to have fun.
Her mother noticed her puzzled look, "What I mean is, you do plan to do something besides work all summer. You need some time to just relax and unwind. And what about Harry? He might want to have a little fun, and he does have a birthday coming up, remember?"
Hermione's brow scrunched up as she considered her mother's words. A moment later, she looked back down and made another note. "Thanks mum, guess I got a little carried away, don't worry, I'll make room."
Happy that Hermione wasn't going to work herself, or Harry into a frenzy, Emma nodded, "Good," then went to get herself some coffee.
Harry had watched and listened to the whole exchange with a smile; that was his Hermione, meticulous to a fault, but he'd have it no other way. If she wanted them to spend every waking moment studying, practicing spells, and working out; then he'd do so gladly, as long as they did it together. However, he certainly wouldn't mind a little down time with her either. Some of his fondest memories of her, were when they had just sat quietly, and cuddled together; stealing a snog now and again.
Hermione looked over at him and noticed the look on his face, and couldn't help but smile. Looking back down at her notes, she underlined the last one. 'Yes,' she thought, she'd definitely find a way to make some free time.
A short while later after seeing the Grangers off to work, Tonks sat down across from Hermione, "So, what do you two have planned for the day?"
While Harry fixed her a plate, Hermione launched into her plan for the day, "I figure we can get Potions out of the way by noon, then after lunch some reading and maybe get a start on Charms." Hermione glanced at Harry, "I don't want to push it too hard yet."
Tonks nodded, "Makes sense. When do you think you might start running and stuff?"
Hermione took a breath and then said, "Well, like we talked about last night, we need to wait a couple of days to see how Harry is doing. However, I do plan on talking to Mr. Kim on Saturday."
"Oh, what about?" Harry asked as he rejoined them at the table.
"I was thinking some of the stretches, and maybe some of the kata we do, might be helpful in getting you ready to start working out again," Hermione said, then added with a smirk, "might even help with that stiffness."
Harry laughed, "You never know!"
Tonks eyed the two for a moment, wondering what the inside joke was, then decided she probably didn't want to know. "This Karate thing, it sounds fascinating. What exactly is it?"
Harry just pointed to Hermione, knowing she'd be far better at explaining it than he would. And he was right. She told Tonks more things about karate in ten minutes than he thought possible.
She talked about its origin, some of the terms, and she explained that it was as much mental as it was physical.
"Almost sounds like a way of life," Tonks said, still quite curious.
"For some, it is," Hermione said, "many of the rules of conduct can be applied to one's personal life as well." Hermione smiled, "You can kind of think of it as, learning to control not only your mind and body, but any conflict within you, as well."
"Well it sounds fascinating, and when you guys are better, I'd really like to see some of it."
"Maybe you can join us at Kim's dojo one day," Hermione offered.
Harry nodded in agreement, "Yeah, that might be fun."
Tonks beamed, "Yeah? That would be great, I'd love to."
~oOoOo~
For the next few days while Harry recuperated, he and Hermione mostly worked on school work. Each day as Harry grew stronger, they added a little more physical stuff to their routine. Neither could hardly wait to start running again. Both of them, and Tonks, were looking forward to karate. While Remus stayed at the Grangers with Harry, Tonks had gone with Hermione when she went to visit with Mr. Kim, and had come back more excited than ever. She couldn't wait to see them in action.
The following day, Sunday, proved to be as quiet as the previous three. The peace and quiet had been most welcome by all in the family. It had not only allowed Harry to heal properly, but had also let him and Hermione get a little ahead in their school work. Since Harry and Hermione were already half-way through their summer homework assignments by later that afternoon, they decided to take the rest of the day off and just enjoy themselves. They had gone for a short walk, with Tonks following a discreet distance behind. They had held hands and talked about simple things; any topic was okay, as long as it wasn't about school, Voldemort, or the Dursleys. Then after returning home, they just sat quietly on the couch together cuddling, and waited for Hermione's parents to come home.
When dinner was over, Harry helped Hermione with the cleanup. He was quickly growing accustomed to family life, and was only now beginning to realize just how much he had missed, while growing up with the Dursleys. He particularly liked the way everyone got along, but even when they had differences, they settled them peacefully. Although, Hermione had told him, that sometimes, even their quiet home could get a little wild, especially around the holidays. But for now, there hadn't been any real excitement since Sirius's near disastrous visit a few days ago. All that changed shortly after dinner, when Dumbledore decided it was time to check on Harry.
Harry and Hermione had just sat down to discuss plans for tomorrow with her parents and Tonks, when a knock from the front door interrupted them.
"I'll see to it," Dan said as he got up to answer the door. Tonks got up as well and followed him into the living room.
Dan pulled the door open, and as soon as he saw who it was, the smile left his face. "We were wondering when you'd show up." Then remembering his manors, he addressed the other person standing next to Dumbledore more politely, "Good evening, Minerva."
"Yes-well-I… I realize I am probably not very welcome here at the moment, but I would very much like an opportunity to explain." Dumbledore tried to look around Mr. Granger. He was hoping to catch a glimpse of Harry. He really needed to get in to see him, and right now, it didn't look like Mr. Granger was going to let him in. He'd force his way in if he had to, but he would rather not; it would only serve to alienate Harry more. Dumbledore put on his most sincere looking face, and added, "At the very least, I think I owe Harry an apology."
Dan just stood in the doorway and stared back at Dumbledore, not saying a word. Finally, after a few seconds, when he had figured the old wizard had squirmed enough, he nodded, "Quite right you do." Dan stepped aside, and let them both in. "And I for one would like to hear your explanation. We're in the kitchen," He said coolly, gesturing to the door across the room.
As soon as he stepped into the kitchen, Dumbledore stopped. The soft talking he had heard as he approached ceased the instant he had entered.
Dan stepped around Dumbledore, pulling Minerva with him. After pulling a chair out for her, he sat down next to his wife.
Dumbledore found himself in the awkward position of being the only one without a seat. Looking around, he found all eyes trained on him, and couldn't help but notice, no one was smiling. It was most definitely not the way he was accustomed to being treated. Glancing around the table, he tried to judge everyone's mood by the look on their faces. He didn't need Legilimency to tell they were all not just unhappy, but quite angry; all but Harry. Harry looked more curious than angry, and maybe… disappointed. 'He wants to know why,' Dumbledore reasoned.
"Harry…" He started, then paused and looked down for a moment before starting again. "Or perhaps; for now, I should address you as Mr. Potter." Dumbledore took a long breath, and then after letting it out slowly, he tipped his head forward and peered over the top of his glasses. "Mr. Potter, first and foremost, before anything else, I wish to apologize." Dumbledore raised his hands out to the side in a gesture that seemed to say, please try to understand. "I have made many mistakes during my time, but it is the ones of late that bother me the most. As old as I am, I should be making fewer, but alas, I am afraid that is not the case." Dumbledore shook his head slowly, "Mr. Potter, I have made some very serious mistakes regarding your welfare; mistakes that have nearly gotten you killed… for that, I am truly sorry."
Harry nodded, "Thank you," he said plainly, but he still didn't smile.
Hermione was incensed. Did Dumbledore really think that he could just walk in here and apologize, and all would be forgiven? After all the years of neglect, did he think it would be that simple? She knew Harry felt the same way, but he wasn't going to say anything. As much as he might hate what their headmaster had done, he still had a certain respect for him, or at least his position. Harry wouldn't say anything because it was done, over, it was in the past, and he'd rather just leave it there. Harry didn't like being in the spot light, and digging into this would certainly put him in it. But if Dumbledore wasn't held accountable, what might happen next? No Harry might not say anything, but she sure would.
"That's not good enough!" she almost yelled.
"Hermione Jane," Emma scolded lightly. Even though she had agreed with her daughter, she felt it was necessary to interrupt. Sitting next to her, Emma could feel Hermione's magic increasing, just like it had done when she was young and she about to have a bout of uncontrolled magic. Tonks would later tell them, that she saw tiny sparks starting to fly off Hermione's wand which she was holding under the table so tight, her knuckles were white. She had been sure, that at any second, Dumbledore was going to feel something rather unpleasant, but for some reason, hadn't feel like doing anything to stop her.
Dumbledore held up his hand to stop Emma from admonishing her any further. "It is quite all right Mrs. Granger, as usual, your daughter is right. In this case, I do owe Mr. Potter… well actually, all of you more than an apology. I owe you all an explanation as well." Dumbledore conjured an extra chair for the table and then pointed at it, "May I?"
"Please do," Emma said sternly.
"Thank you," Dumbledore said, as he started to sit.
"And it better be good," Emma added before he had even finished easing himself down, "or you won't be sitting for long."
Dumbledore nodded, "I understand." Then he took a moment to gather his thoughts.
Hermione glanced at Harry, he was unusually quiet and tense. Like a child who sits in the back of a classroom and hopes the teacher won't call on him. She knew he was upset about being the center of attention, and having his past laid out bare for all to see. That he would have preferred to have just left the room and let the adults duke it out. But she also knew that Harry wanted answers too, maybe more than anyone else. As hard as it was for him to remain, as much as he wanted to leave; he was resolute, he would stay, and get his answers. Hermione took his hand and interlaced their fingers; it was for her as much as for him. Together, they'd keep each other calm.
"After the terrible events of that fateful night, so long ago…" Dumbledore began, "I honestly felt, that placing Harry with his aunt and uncle, was the very best option for him. You see, there were still a lot of Voldemort's followers out and about, but wizards do not understand Muggle ways very well, and it would have been very difficult for them to find him. And since he was with family, I could use blood wards; some of the most powerful protection available. I had also hoped, that growing up in the Muggle world, away from the fame of 'The-Boy-Who-Lived', Harry would be able to enjoy a normal childhood."
"So that was your first mistake?" Dan half asked, half said.
"Oh, if only that were true," Dumbledore said with a shake of his head. "Being a teacher, and working with Muggle children, I thought I knew them. I thought I was different from other wizards, but I was not." Dumbledore looked Dan in the eye, "You and me; our lives, the very way we think… are so similar, and yet so drastically different at the same time." Dumbledore sighed, "I thought surely, Petunia, Lily's sister, would love Harry as her own. And that Vernon, like most men; would enjoy raising two sons. I was wrong… terribly wrong. When I spoke with Petunia the next day, I could see that she was upset and angry, but I assumed she was upset over the news of her sister's death, and angry at those responsible. Another mistake."
"If she wasn't upset about… about…" Harry tried to ask.
"Her sister," Dumbledore supplied for Harry. "No, she was upset at being brought back into contact with the magical world. She was mad at me, mad at your father, and most certainly, she was mad at you Harry."
"Harry was just a baby, what could she possibly be mad at him for?" Hermione asked.
"Indeed," Dumbledore said with a nod. "Like you, I couldn't fathom any reason for it. Little did I know back then, that her anger would fester and grow into a boundless hatred for all things magical, which unfortunately, included Harry. I don't think she actually hated you Harry, not specifically. But rather what you were; a wizard, and who you reminded her of…"
"I have my mother's eyes," Harry whispered.
Dumbledore nodded, "True, even then."
"Didn't it occur to you that seeing Harry everyday would remind her of her sister?" Hermione asked pointedly.
"I had thought just the opposite, that Harry would fill the void she felt."
"Well… it certainly didn't work out that way." Hermione finished as her voice trailed off. She looked at Harry, who just smiled back at her. She gave their clasped hands a squeeze.
"No, it did not." Dumbledore took a deep breath before going on, "There was a war going on, and times were hectic at best… tragic at worst." He shook his head, "I had to make quick decisions… I assumed far too much." No one spoke for a moment, thinking about the past, finally, Dumbledore continued, "At any rate, I figured that in a few days she would calm down and things would return to normal, and that Harry would grow up happy, and safe. I also told her of the protection having him in the house would provide, I thought it would make her somewhat grateful… yet another mistake." Dumbledore sighed, "She promised to raise Harry, but as a Muggle, and only as long as the wizarding world stayed away."
"Shouldn't that have given you pause?" Emma asked.
"Yes, in hind sight, it most certainly should have. However, at the time, I thought she was just angry at our world for taking away her sister, so I really didn't blame her. I had no idea that she was only taking Harry in for the protection it gave her."
"So you never went back… to check? Emma asked exasperated.
"I keep an ear open for any news that might have indicated trouble, but… no, I never went back, at least not for many years."
Dan thought he missed something, so asked, "What happened to change your mind?"
"It was not until almost ten years later, when a very angry Minerva McGonagall stormed into my office demanding to know why Harry's Hogwarts letter was addressed to; Mr. H Potter, The Cupboard under the Stairs…"
"What?" Hermione shrieked, "are you telling me…" she turned to Harry, only to find his head down, shoulders slumped, and his eyes closed. She had her answer. The more she learned of Harry's past, the more she hated the Dursleys… and the more she hated the fact, that she hadn't noticed. Hermione deflated a little, "Oh, Harry," she whispered. Letting go of his hand, she scooted her chair right up next to his and wrapped her arm around him. They shared a look, and he nodded. A wordless promise of a long, emotional conversation in the future.
"I reacted much the same way, well maybe a bit more calmly," Dumbledore said, then he glanced at Minerva to get a confirmation. After she nodded once, he went on. "I didn't want Harry's first contact with a wizard to be that of a crazy old man threatening his aunt. Fortunately, it was a weekday, so Harry and his cousin were in school, and Mr. Dursley was at work…"
"School?" Harry asked.
Dumbledore smiled and ticked his head towards Hermione, "As Miss Granger knows, school letters are made up quite far in advance."
Remembering how Hermione got her's a year early, Harry nodded, "Right."
"Mrs. Dursley wasn't very happy to see me," Dumbledore explained, "but after I asked her about the cupboard, she agreed to sit down with me and talk. Petunia had said that Harry had been a fussy baby during the day, and that by keeping him in the cupboard, he was nearby while she worked in the house. I've seen far stranger sleeping arrangements in wizarding homes, so I didn't think anything of it."
Harry and Hermione both looked at each other and said together, "The Weasleys."
"Among others I might add," Dumbledore chuckled. Then returning to his explanation, he continued, "I did however, remind her that Harry was no longer a baby, and that it was high time for his own room. She quickly agreed, saying she would see to it right away. I then asked her if there was anything else I should be concerned about." Dumbledore paused and rubbed the bridge of his nose, then said softly, "She lied, she had lied about everything… and I had believed her. She was Lily's sister; who was a wonderful young women, that I had never found fault in. I should have judged her for who she was, not who she was related to." In fact, Dumbledore hadn't believed her completely, but at the same time hadn't thought anything too terrible had happened; after all, Harry looked normal enough. Perhaps if he had been a father, or had just taken the time to look more carefully, he would have seen what the Grangers saw all too easily. The thought still bothered him, but he wasn't going to tell anyone that… certainly not now.
"You hardly knew this woman, and you took her at her word? Did you do any type of investigation to make sure she was telling the truth?" Dan asked pointedly.
"Aside from the cupboard, there were no other signs of trouble," Dumbledore answered simply, while schooling his real thoughts.
"What about his clothes, and how underweight he was?"
Dumbledore sighed, he was getting tired of the questions, and running out of excuses, "Many children wear second-hand clothes, and I am not a healer, I thought he was just small for his age."
Emma was getting angry again, "And last year; when I told you about the scars on Harry's back? Did you handle the investigation the same way… did you just talk?" Emma stood up and pointed a finger at Dumbledore, "You lied to me! You told me that all the abuse was in the past. 'A long time ago,' you said."
Dumbledore turned serious, "I did not lie. Last summer, that was true. Harry received those scars many years back… A long time ago."
"Does Harry's cousin have scars like that? Is Harry treated the same as his cousin? Do they share the chores around the house? Do they celebrate Harry's birthday with cake and ice-cream, and-d presents?" Hermione asked, her voice hitching a little. "Don't bother with a response, we both know the answer is no."
Emma sat back down and glanced at her daughter before turning back to Dumbledore, "Seems we have a very different idea as to what constitutes abuse."
"I realize that now, but again, at the time…" Dumbledore shook his head, "I just didn't see it. But as I recall, last summer was one of the most… unrestricted. Things seemed to actually be improving," he stated, hoping to move on to a more cheerful line of discussion. It didn't work.
For the first time in a while, Harry spoke, "Things were better last summer, but that might have been due to them learning about my godfather; the escaped mass murderer, Sirius Black; who still hasn't had a trial." Harry added quickly. "I did eat better though, but that was because I was buying my own food."
McGonagall gasped, "You had to buy your own food?"
Since the proverbial cat was out of the bag on most of Harry's past, he started to lighten up somewhat. Turning to his Head of House, he smirked, "Only if I wanted to eat properly."
'Merlin! Could this be going any worse,' Dumbledore thought, as he leaned back in his chair and blew out a breath. This was taking longer than he thought, and more was being revealed than he cared for. Dumbledore hadn't known, that Harry had been buying his own food, 'I wonder what else has slipped my attention.'
"Professor," Tonks asked, "why didn't you tell us about the Dursleys, why did you ask us to stay away?"
"Again, I did not expect any problems, so I did not see a need to tell you about them. I asked you to stay away due to the original promise I made to Petunia. They would have reacted badly if a witch or wizard showed up asking about Harry… as you found out. Can you imagine if it had been Mundungus, or Moody?"
"Sooo…" Dan started slowly, "Things might have been improving last summer, but they sure went downhill fast this year. What happened, or maybe a better question is, what changed?"
"I have spent the last few days talking with several people, including Madam Bones, and the Dursleys about what happened on Privet Drive recently," Dumbledore started. "I didn't know until just recently, that Mr. Dursley had been tormented by wizards when he was dating Petunia. As a result, he didn't particularly care for magic, but he especially hated wizards." Dumbledore shook his head, "Over the years, Petunia and Vernon, poisoned each other on magic. They hated our world for different reasons, but one's hate, fueled the other's. Where I thought Harry would be cared for, and easily accepted into the family, he unfortunately; as Miss Granger noted, only served to remind them of what they could not have or understand. I also believed, that they both feared what he would someday become. I think Mr. Dursley feared, that someday Harry would treat Dudley, the way he had been treated so long ago."
"Harry wouldn't do that," Hermione objected.
I am sure everyone in this room is in agreement with you Miss Granger, But Vernon Dursley might have thought differently," Dumbledore countered.
"That still doesn't explain…" Dan interrupted.
Dumbledore nodded and held up a hand, indicating there was more. "More recently, a series of unfortunate events occurred, which I believe pushed him back into behaving violently. Only last month, he was demoted for lack luster sales at work. A new manufacturing company using 'high-tech devices'; I believe the phrase is, was responsible. It had nothing to do with magic of course, but since he didn't understand it, to him it might as well have been."
"Well that's just plain ridiculous," Emma huffed.
"I agree, Dumbledore said. "People like Vernon have trouble assigning the blame were it properly belongs. They would rather place the blame on something, or someone more tangible; it's much more gratifying. Once he started, it became easier and easier to blame Harry for all that he perceived to be wrong in his world." Dumbledore looked down for a second, before continuing, "It was only after talking with Petunia at length, that I discovered just how bad Harry had been treated."
Emma wasn't convinced, "Well there must have been more to it than that. I mean ordinary people don't act like animals, when things go wrong at work."
"Ordinary people don't act like that regardless of how bad things get. Obviously, Vernon wasn't like most people, at least people we like to know," Dumbledore agreed. "But there is more. I am afraid Mr. Lupin and Mr. Weasley handled him poorly when they talked to him at the station, but that was my fault, I should have warned them not to threaten him. Also, I think the knowledge that Voldemort was back… scared him." Dumbledore sighed, "But I think the final blow, was finding out his son had been attacked. We know it was a dementor, but to him… it was the world of magic that hurt his son. And feeling his own world spiraling out of control, he took his frustration out on the only person he could… Harry."
Hermione's protective streak was getting ready to strike. She didn't like the tone of this. "It sounds like you are trying to protect them. This wasn't Harry fault. Please tell me you are not going to try and cover this up!"
"Don't misunderstand me Miss Granger, no one is blaming Harry; certainly not me, and there is no excuse, no defense, for what Vernon Dursley has done. I was only trying to explain what might have contributed to Vernon's sudden turn towards violence. If I had known he might…"
He never got a chance to finish, as Emma jumped up again, "You must think I have a short memory, Mr. Dumbledore. I warned you. I warned you a year ago that something like this could happen again. People like Vernon don't just change because you ask them to, they need help… lots of special help." Again, Emma pointed at Dumbledore, "And you promised me he'd get it. You promised me you'd file a report with the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. Madam Bones said she never saw it. Did you just happen to forget, or was that a lie too? Right now, I don't know who is worse; the Dursleys for what they did to Harry, or you for letting them."
"I offer no excuse Mrs. Granger, I am totally at fault. I was not trying to cover things up, but I was trying to keep them quiet. An official report could have easily been leaked to the public. That most likely would have done more harm than good." Dumbledore sighed, "I honestly thought I could handle things myself… obviously, I was wrong. I can now only hope that in time, I will be able to make it up to all of you. Never in my life has my judgment failed me so badly, I am still not sure why."
"Voldemort…" Hermione said clearly.
Dumbledore turned to look at her, "Voldemort? I don't see…"
"Your focus has been… and still is, on Voldemort," Hermione said simply, as if explaining it to a child rather than an adult far older than herself. "You are so focused on him, you fail to see anything else unless it obvious." When she saw that he might disagree, she gave him an example, "For instance, you said you were going away for three days, yet you were gone for several. You were so focused on your mission involving Voldemort that it never occurred to you, that things might not be going as planned back home, or that you should send word, that you wouldn't be able to check on Harry." Hermione knew she was assuming a lot, but she was pretty sure she was right, and she'd know soon enough.
Dumbledore made a steeple with his fingers in front of his face and stared back at Hermione for a long moment before smiling. "Miss Granger, rarely do I meet a student with your intellect, let alone your keen sense of logic, and insight. You constantly surprise me with your ability to see things other miss. In this case, my very self. It would seem the old saying, "The eye sees what it wants to see," is quite true regardless of one's age."
"Thank you Sir."
"Well I'm going to have to think on this for a time. I most certainly do not, want to go on repeating my errors." Turning to McGonagall, he asked, "Can I count on you for a gentle… or if necessary, a not so gentle reminder?
McGonagall sat up straight, "Albus, I have known you for a long time. You are one of the most brilliant men I have ever known, but that is also the reason for your worst problems. The more important the situation, the less likely you are to take counsel. You keep far too many things to yourself… too many secrets. Because of your intelligence, and the fact that you have more information than anyone else, you assume you must be right." McGonagall paused and looked at Harry for a second, "The night we left Harry on the Dursleys doorstep, I warned you that they were trouble, but you insisted it would be okay, and was the best thing to do for Harry, for reasons you couldn't tell me." McGonagall stared at Dumbledore as if she was truly seeing him for the first time. "Did you feel you were so much smarter and better informed than me, that you could just ignore my advice? Or were you so blinded by the war, you couldn't see what I saw?"
Dumbledore looked down for a second, before returning his gaze to McGonagall, and nodding, "A little of both I suppose," he said remorsefully.
"Will you promise to try and be more open, keep fewer secrets, and at the very least explain your decisions more thoroughly?" McGonagall sighed, "We're on the same side you know. The more we know, the better we can help, and the better the advice will be."
Dumbledore looked around the table and realized she was right, but there were still some things far too important to share. He'd have to keep a few secrets. But he could change his ways somewhat to make the peace, and regain their trust. "You are right of course, Minerva. I will do as you ask, I promise."
"Good, then you can count on my continued support," McGonagall said, somewhat relieved.
Harry thought he'd wait and see before trusting him again, and one look at Hermione told him, she felt the same way. But he still had a few questions for Dumbledore, and now was the time to ask. "Sir, you said you talked to the Dursleys; how did that go, did Vernon try and attack you as well?"
Dumbledore chuckled, "No, they were… considerably more helpful by the time I talked to them." Smiling he turned to his deputy, "Care to explain, Minerva?"
As all eyes turned on her, she shook her head, and said, "It's not funny Albus, Oh, they may have deserved it, but still," McGonagall started. "When we arrived; Albus, Amelia, and myself, the house was unusually quiet, and there was no sign of the Dursleys. However, after a brief search, we found them." Looking at Harry, she went on, "They were locked in your old room, and I mean your first old room!"
Harry's eyes grew large and his brows inched upward, as a smile formed on his face. "Are you telling me they were locked in my… in the cupboard?"
"I am," McGonagall answered. "Not only were they locked in, but the door was warded closed as well. We had to blast a hole in the wall next to it to get them out."
"Who do you think did it?" Tonks asked, "surely not one of the Aurors?"
"Oh, we don't think so, but since no one saw anything except an old mangy black dog; that had long since left, we decided to call off the search for the culprit," McGonagall finished with a slight smirk.
Harry turned to Hermione with a huge smile on his face, barely holding back a laugh.
"Harry, it's not funny," Hermione said, although she too, had a smile on her face that stretched from ear to ear.
"I know," Harry agreed, still smiling, "something could have happened to the dog."
"Exactly," Hermione said brightly.
"So they were helpful, I suppose that's how you got the background story you just told us," Harry said. "What's going to happen to them now?"
McGonagall returned to her all business like manor, "They are still under house arrest while the Ministry sorts out what to do with them. Dudley, will more than likely be turned over to a relative, and given probation. Vernon Dursley will be tried in a magical court of law for numerous things, including; child endangerment, abuse, assault, and possibly, attempted murder. The same goes for Petunia Dursley, except maybe not the attempted murder charge."
"Will I have to testify at the trial?" Harry asked hesitantly. Completely dreading the idea of having to return to a court room, or having to face his uncle again.
McGonagall gestured to Dumbledore, knowing he'd be better able to answer that.
"As an under-aged wizard, we'll try to keep that to a minimum." Dumbledore smiled, "In this case, I honestly doubt you have to testify Mr. Potter. We have plenty of evidence, and the Dursleys know how popular you are in the wizarding world; there is nothing they could ask you that would benefit them."
Harry nodded, "Well, that's good to hear." Hermione agreed.
"Yes, I imagine that is good news," Dumbledore said. "Now, I just have one more thing to do, but first, does anyone have anything else they would like to ask?" After waiting a moment to see if anyone had a question, he continued, "No, very well then. If you should think of something later, just let me know and I'll do my best to answer it as soon as possible." Dumbledore then reached into his robes and pulled out an envelope. Smiling he said, "I would very much like to leave here, after having done something positive, and maybe leave you with a smile on your face.." Dumbledore handed the envelope to Harry, "This is for both you and Miss Granger. Inside you'll find two permits; one for each of you, signed by the Minister, Madam Bones, and myself. As of this moment, you are both exempt from the 'under-age use of magic law', but remember, all the other laws still apply, so be sure to act responsibly.
Harry's smile was back in full force, while Hermione beamed, "Thank you Sir, we will." Then turning pensive, she asked, "Sir, I hope this isn't a bribe, something just to appease us?"
Dumbledore shook his head, his actions or lack of, had done a great deal of damage to not only several good relationships, but to his reputation in general. If he wanted it back, he'd have to work hard. "No Miss Granger, it is not. Myself and the other two people who signed that, all feel you both have earned the right. If what I fear lies ahead comes to pass, then you two will need every advantage you can get. I know I will probably never be able to fully make up for all the harm I have caused you, Mr. Potter, but I can at least try and make a difference now."
Harry stood up, "Time will tell, Professor." Harry gave his Headmaster, a man he once respected above all, a small smile, "And for the record, Professor, I would like to see things get back to normal… between us."
"Thank you, I would like that too." Happy that the meeting was ending on a positive note, Dumbledore smiled, "Well then, I have much to do, so I will be off, Minerva?"
McGonagall stood, "Yes, I'll be coming with you." Turning to Hermione, she added before leaving, "Since you'll be able to practice magic this summer, I'll drop off a few notes on transfiguration that I think you might just find interesting." Then to the Grangers, she bowed her head, "Thank you for having us."
Emma smiled kindly, "Your welcome."