Harry Potter And The Rise Of Golden Falcon - Chapter 60

So, here I was, in front of Gargoyle protecting the stairs to Headmaster’s office, with professor McGonagall and Harry.

As professors, both Professor McGonagall and I knew the password and soon after I said the password, Gargoyle removed itself from the way and the stairs were revealed to us.

Before I had the chance to knock, Dumbledore’s voice came from inside, inviting the three of us inside. It would have been mysterious if I was some stupid plebian but as a master of wards, I easily noticed the identification ward in front of the door.

We went inside to see Dumbledore seating behind his desk, putting down his quill which he was using to write something on a piece of parchment and focusing his attention on the tree of us.

“I must admit, this is a rather unusual group. So, how can I be of assistance?”

Since McGonagall didn’t know what this was all about and Harry being too shy, I took the lead and said,

“Well, Headmaster, today Harry was serving his detention with me and he happened to mention about the constant nightmares he was having (I paused for the dramatic effect and sure enough, Dumbledore’s face fell as I mentioned about Harry’s nightmares and I continued) and as you know I am also a master healer, so I offered to do a check-up on him and let’s just say that results found were rather unnerving to say the very least.”

Harry looked rather anxious thinking that something was wrong ( he was right to be worried as he was in really bad shape both physically and mentally) and McGonagall was looking rather confused. But it was the look on Dumbledore’s unusually pale face that took the cake. He looked like someone just beat him up and took away his lemon drops.

Though he recomposed himself rather quickly and said,

“Thank you, Minerva, for coming but It is of utmost importance that I talk to professor Canis alone. Also, take young Harry with you, I am sure he would rather enjoy the weekend with his friends.”

Ah, Nice try there Dumbledore, but there is no way I am going to let you wiggle your way out of the shit I am about to throw at you.

“Actually Headmaster, I think it would be better if they were both be present for the conversation, seeing professor McGonagall is Harry’s head of the house and as it’s Harry’s health we are talking about here.”

Seeing that his plan to dismiss both Harry and McGonagall failed, Dumbledore slowly reached for his wand. No doubt wanting to obliviate the three of us and erase our memory of the whole issue. A rather desperate and foolish attempt if you ask me. I am sure he must have watched the memory of me fighting against Voldemort and knows how strong I actually am ( though not to the actual extent as I held back quite a lot in that fight ). But I guess his plan must be to catch me unaware with a stunner, not that it would have ever worked.

“Well Headmaster, I would strongly advise against drawing your wand. But, hey, if you think that you can take me on, then sure, go ahead.”

He stiffened and pulled his hand back with a sigh. Though McGonagall now looked alert and ready to draw her wand, looking warily at both Dumbledore and me. Though Harry looked even more confused and clueless if that’s possible. Again, how the hell did he manage to beat Voldemort and even survive in the canon is beyond me. Then again, protagonists do have the survivability of c.o.c.kroaches, guess it must be the power the Dark Lord knows not.

Anyway, back to the situation at hand. Dumbledore sat there, his shoulders sagging.

“*sigh* What did I find? For starters, no signs of any vaccination against any of magical diseases, Malnutrition, broken bones that were never properly healed, various scar tissues on his body, signs of basilisk venom and Phoenix tears in his blood, blood wards tied to magical core continuously siphoning off 40% of his magic. (McGonagall looked more and more furious as I continued with the list. Though Harry just continued to shrink further and further in himself. He must have known about it himself from firsthand experience, though he looked surprised when I mentioned blood wards siphoning his magic. But I had yet to drop the metaphorical bomb about soul shard stuck in his head.) And worst of all, there is a piece of soul stuck in his forehead, in his scar.”

McGonagall gasped as I finished and Dumbledore audibly sighed.

“What do you there is a piece of soul stuck in my scar? ( For the first time in the conversation, Harry asked, looking furious, rightly so. But soon realization struck him and he turned towards Dumbledore) You knew about it from the start, didn’t you? In my second year, you said that I could speak parseltongue because I absorbed some of Voldemort’s power when I survived from his killing curse. *Gasp* It’s Voldemort’s piece of soul stuck in my scar, isn’t it? You knew about it but you hid it from me for all these years!!!”

He finished loudly. Well, no one can blame the guy. It’s not every day when someone finds that there is a piece of the soul of their most hated enemy in their forehead.