Chapter 127

"Ah, yes," said Harry, with a slight growl. "Information control. It's just another form of control you're trying to place upon me. I'm supposed to need information you have; yet, you're not willing to give it to me. And, when I ask, you brush me off with some... frankly... inane comment about how my childhood is too important to enjoy with such weighty information. Well Mister Supreme Mugwump Headmaster Chief Warlock Leader of the Light Dumbledore, I'm not interested. I'm not buying it. If the information is important for me to have, then give it to me. However, if you're not willing to give it to me, shove it! I will no longer allow you to use it to have power over me. I will find some other way to get it if I actually need it.

"To the second part of your... reasoning... your tutelage, I put to you it is quite difficult to remain under your tutelage when I've not been under it at all! In case you've not figured it out, Headmaster, you've taught me nothing here except for the following facts: One, you refuse to answer very important questions relating to me when I ask them of you; and two, when I complain about your teaching staff... Snape, in particular... you utter some nonsense or other inanity about how he has your complete faith and trust; which, in turn, demonstrates your complete ignorance of the teaching qualities of your staff, or that you really don't give a shit. There are, of course, other matters, but those are the big two. Anything else?"

With a returned angry glare, Dumbledore tried, "I assure you, Harry; when the time is right, I will give you both the information and tutelage you need. However, the time is not yet right."

"Then, Headmaster, when it is, seek me out," returned Harry. "I have no idea where in the world I'll be, at that time; but, I've been giving a heap of consideration to transferring the three of us to either Salem in the US, or Dundee in Australia. I had originally thought to transfer to Beauxbatons in France, until I remembered I speak very little French other than a few words. At least both the US and Australia speak English, even if it's with an accent. It's a decision my rightful guardian, Sirius Black, the Grangers and Greengrasses will make. Anything else?"

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"No matter how unworthy of the title of hero of magical Britain you feel you are," tried Dumbledore, "you are considered a hero. If you leave Britain, it could cause such a furore it may likely bring down the government and lay ruin to our way of life. Do you think so little of your friends and their families that you'd do such a thing to them?"

"Ah, control method number two; guilt tripping," replied Harry. "That won't work, either. First, I am not responsible for me being placed on that hero pedestal. If anything, you are when you refused to act in my best interests and put a stop to it as soon as it started. Second, I'm now doing my best to correct that misconception about me. That's what those articles you don't want me causing to be printed are all about. And, three, the only friends I have are in this room. And, the only other people I care about, should be caring more about me than magical Britain; and should, therefore, support my desire to leave. The other students of this school, with the notable exceptions of a very few, amply demonstrated to me in my second year how little they really care for me. Does the term 'Heir of Slytherin' ring any bells for you, Headmaster? That's yet another thing you and your staff should have put a stop to as soon as it began. Next?"

"What about the wishes of your parents, Harry?" asked the old man, scrambling for ideas. "They'd have wanted you to attend Hogwarts, as they did."

"Sadly, we'll never know what my parents wanted, Headmaster; as I've never seen the Will they should have left behind," reasoned Harry. "As such, we have no way of knowing what my parents wanted of, or for, me. I suspect I'll probably learn more once I'm able to sit down and discuss the matter more fully with my godfather."

Harry knew a Will should exist, considering the size of the Potter fortune, but had no idea where it could be found. That the goblin Sharpclaw did not tell him of its existence implied a copy was not within their possession. He had the distinct feeling Dumbledore either had it, or had destroyed it.

"Will that be all, Headmaster?" asked Harry, allowing a hint of frustration to colour his voice.

With an exaggerated sigh, Dumbledore replied, "I see you are in no mood to listen to reason, Harry. We shall speak of this at another time."

As Dumbledore turned to leave, Harry shot back, "And, when we do, Headmaster, it will be in the company of my solicitors. My return missive to you stands! I will NOT meet with you, in private, nor for any reason not directly related to my schooling, without the attendance of my legal counsel. I expect my solicitors will soon visit you to remind you of that."

Dumbledore left acknowledgement.

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The articles concerning Harry's appearance before the Wizengamot hearing, specifically what he caused to be made known, created both a morning and evening edition of the Daily Prophet to be distributed the next day. It appeared there was so much information to cover that the senior staff of the newspaper decided to spread it across two editions, with most of what appeared in the evening being led by teasers in the morning.

Harry and his bondmates decided to simply stick together for the entire day and weathered the clamour that occurred in the school from the articles. Of course, it was the blood bigots in Slytherin, and a couple from Ravenclaw, that were the most upset. None of them liked to learn that Voldemort... Riddle... was actually only a half-blood.

What annoyed Harry and his bondmates the most wasn't what was being said by other students. It was the remarks of the Minister that appeared in the papers along with the articles. The Minister was being adamant that Voldemort was truly dead and gone, and refused to entertain the idea he wasn't. Umbridge even used the opportunity to call him a 'delusional attention seeking liar'. Only this time it occurred about nine months earlier than the previous timeline. He did not need to even bother contacting his solicitors as Miss Pentridge had immediately written him to let him know she was already seeking legal redress for the remarks.

"Idiot man!" snarled Harry, after reading the Minister's remarks. "He was an idiot then, just as he's an idiot now."

"Uh-hmm," murmured Hermione, still reading. "This time, though; we'll have to take him down, earlier. He is as much responsible for all the deaths that occurred as Riddle, himself. He gave Riddle that entire year, last time, to rebuild his forces."

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