Harry Potter: The Saviour's Awakening

"Sherbet lemon," said Professor McGonagall as she led Harry to the Headmaster's office. She looked at him coldly as she said, "Professor Dumbledore is waiting for you."

Harry nodded stiffly as he ascended up the spiral staircase. He knocked on the door and entered. The place was the same as always, except this time, the phoenix looked old and frail. Harry went over to the bird and smiled.

"Hello, o noble phoenix," said Harry softly. "I'm sorry I could not greet you before. I'm not exactly fond of your companion. Burning day, huh?"

The phoenix trilled softly, but it was full of pain. When Harry could smell fire, he calmly stepped back, giving it more room. Giving one final croak of pain, the phoenix burst into flames. After several seconds, Harry went near and saw the small ugly chick rise from the ashes.

"Take care of yourself," said Harry softly as the phoenix trilled at him fondly.

"Harry?"

Harry looked up and saw Dumbledore coming down the stairs. "Ah, I see Fawkes has gone through with his burning. About time too; he's been quite irritable lately."

"I would be too if I were so sick that I could barely move or speak," said Harry, as he took his seat. Dumbledore observed the young boy with keen eyes. The Potter scion's expression was blank, showing no hint of fear. It reminded him again of Tom Riddle. Speaking of which -

"Now, Harry," said Dumbledore, looking at him pointedly. "May I ask what you were doing when you came across Miss Granger and Miss Clearwater?"

Harry didn't answer. His face was impassive as always as he stared at the wall behind the headmaster. He honestly didn't know what to say.

"Nothing to say?" said Dumbledore, observing Harry. "This situation has become a lot more serious, Harry. I'm asking you again; what were you doing in that bathroom on the fourth floor?"

Harry's lip curled slightly. "I heard a voice," he said finally.

"A voice, you say?"

"Yes. It was talking about killing. I followed it. That's how I stumbled upon Finch-Fletchley as well."

"I see," said Dumbledore slowly. "I hope you are telling the truth, Harry, because if you are not, it would be disastrous for you. I already know that you harbour a hatred for Muggles and Muggle-borns -"

"Excuse me?" said Harry sharply. "Who told you that I hate Muggle-borns? I don't! My own mother was Muggle-born, for Merlin's sake!"

"I know of witches and wizards who have had Muggles for parents and yet they hate Muggles with a passion," said Dumbledore, shaking his head. "Please, Harry. Stop this madness. The attacks have gone on long enough. We can work together in repairing the damage. Don't walk down this path. I urge you to reconsider what you are doing."

Harry's face showed genuine surprise. "You actually believe that I am responsible for this?" he asked incredulously.

When Dumbledore raised his eyebrows, Harry's eyes darkened in anger.

"You will all have to swallow your words one day, old man," Harry whispered angrily as he got up. "And I will laugh in your face when that day comes when you realise that I was innocent all along. I can't believe you!"

Dumbledore watched as Harry walked out of the office, slamming the door in the process. Was the boy truly innocent as he claimed? If that were true, who was responsible for these attacks?

Could Voldemort somehow be responsible for this? He had dismissed that idea thinking Harry was guilty, but maybe - just maybe, there was something else going on here. Or was Harry lying about it? No, Harry was many things, but he was far from stupid. Lying to the Chief Warlock was not an option. Then there was that voice. What was that all about? A flicker of surprise found its way to his eyes as he consulted a book on magical snakes.

...

Two weeks had passed since the incident with the Headmaster. The D.M.L.E. had finally been allowed to investigate the matter, but there was no evidence of an attack. The entire school seemed to give Harry a wide berth now. Nobody in his fifth-year class seemed to want to be seated anywhere near him. Dumbledore had also been dismissed by the Board of Governors and surprisingly enough, Hagrid had been arrested. Harry guessed that he must have been accused of opening the Chamber the last time. How Fudge knew about this was anyone's guess, but if Harry wanted proof of Lucius Malfoy's involvement, he had gotten it now.

Daphne also seemed to want to get to the bottom of the mystery, so she spent more time in the library. Harry didn't know where to start. He was loaded to the brim with work as his O.W.L.s drew near and he didn't have time to sleep let alone investigate what was going on. He had checked the map for Lucius Malfoy or even Voldemort, but there was nothing there! It was as though the attacker was invisible. The problem was that there was absolutely no record of any incident with the Chamber of Secrets. He tried to access Hagrid's record, but it didn't exist except for when he was expelled, so he had no idea what the half-giant had done, so he turned to the people who could inform him.

"He was expelled for letting lose a creature which killed a girl in his third year," said Amelia, looking through a very thin file as the mirror floated in front of her. "I don't have any other information. After he was expelled, Dumbledore apparently convinced Headmaster Dippet to keep Hagrid at Hogwarts and train him as a gamekeeper. There is no mention of the Chamber at all. And don't even ask me about Tom Riddle. There is absolutely no mention of him beyond his academic records. Voldemort must have wiped them clean during the war."

"Damn," muttered Harry. "Thanks, Aunt Amy. I have a Quidditch match now. I'll talk to you later."

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