Reaper Of The Wizarding World - Volume 1 Chapter 24 Meeting Dumbledore Again
The following morning I am awoken by being pelted in the face by a pillow.
I reach out and grab the pillow without looking at who it is. I hear a girl yelp and someone falls on top of me when I yank the pillow.
“Ow,” my side hurts. I open my eyes to see Hermione fell on me her elbow went into my back when she tried to soften her fall.
“Sorry,” she says as she slowly gets up.
I roll over and sit up “It’s fine why are you in the boy’s dorms and why so early?”
She seems to remember something and glares at me obviously angry. “Is it true you broke one of Quirrell and Snape’s legs?”
I get a bit fl.u.s.tered by her glare “Yes?”
She smacks the top of my head “What were you thinking?! If someone saw you, you would have been expelled. And don’t you think breaking their legs was a bit, you know, EXCESSIVE?”
I laugh rubbing my head where she hit it “It’s fine Dumbledore wouldn’t expel me for protecting Harry. And a broken leg is a small price for hurting someone I call a friend.”
Hermione shakes her head while holding the bridge of her nose. “Whatever will I do with you.”
I sit there in silence as she looks like she is thinking.
“Okay, I’ll forgive you this time, but do try not to do anything that will get you or I expelled again please?” She finally speaks up.
“Well thanks, I guess” I try and shrug it off with a smile.
During our conversation, it seems Ron heard us because he sits up slowly obviously still dead tired. He looks at Hermione who is standing next to my bed then at me and back again.
“I didn’t know you two had this type of relationship,” Ron says with a tired voice.
“Ugh” Hermione throws the pillow at Ron hitting him dead in the face knocking him back into his bed. She stalks away after leaving me awake 2 hours before breakfast even starts.
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After breakfast, I talked to McGonagall and got a meeting with Dumbledore. As I made my way to Dumbledore’s office behind McGonagall I was thinking about what I should say. Or rather how much I should mention, as I want to see Dumbledore’s past as I have a feeling he would be too hard to read without permission.
McGonagall walks up to the gargoyle “Password”
“Lemondrop Soup.” As McGonagall speaks the gargoyle just like last time slides and moves out of the way revealing the entrance. She looks back at me and gives me a gesture to stay then walks in.
Not even a full minute passes before she walks out “Alright, the headmaster will see you now.”
I give her a nod and walk in just like last time. As I walk in the room is exactly the same as it used to be except this time the Pheonix looks older, like an entire lifetime has passed. Dumbledore is sitting at his desk with a large book in front of him and a crystal ball on the edge of his desk.
Dumbledore gestures for me to sit at the chair on the other side of his desk across from him.
“So Mr. Black what is it you came for today?” He asks with his usual slight smile.
“I wanted to talk about the Philosophers stone..” I say slowly.
He looks a bit surprised but quickly returns to normal. “I see, so you know about that?”
I give a chuckle “Hagrid isn’t the best keeper of secrets.”
Dumbledore rubs his temples “And what is it you would like to inquire about it?”
“Not an inquiry just wanted to tell you Harry, Ron, and Hermione are all convinced that Snape is trying to steal it.”
“Oh, and what do you think?” he curiously asks
“Personally? I think it is Quirrell. I refuse to believe someone who was so dead set on getting stronger got traumatized by some Vampires.” I give a shrug
He gives a hearty laugh “Don’t worry Mr. Black even if one of the teachers is trying to steal it no such thing could happen while I walk these grounds.”
I nod, no one would dare steal from the home of the most powerful wizard in the world while he was home. Not even Voldemort would be stupid enough to try it.
“One thing I have to confirm with you, Mr. Black. The ministry is asking how you got those memories from your father.”
“The Black Family Pensieve had the phials on record enchanted to retrieve the owner’s memories upon death. Fathers were still intact since he was never officially disowned from the family, only struck from the tree.” I had this excuse pre-planned, the Black family Phials were indeed real but they destroyed Sirius’s when he left the house. I’m guessing they didn’t care when he died.
“That is what I assumed was the case, but it is better that I hear it from your own mouth. You are free to leave Mr. Black.”
As I’m about to leave I look at his desk and notice the book he is reading is “Divination and Its Practicality”.
“Studying divination, headmaster?” taking a chance I ask
He gives a nod “Indeed, I am studying whether or not it is practical to follow a prophecy or if it is just hot air. He gestures his hand at the crystal ball.”
“I was actually born with the talent of divination, rather I can see someone’s past. I don’t get to see what I want but it is a useful talent none the less. Would you mind if I took a peek into your past?” My heart is beating a bit fast, I don’t wanna accidentally make him angry.
He laughs a bit “Oh, why would you want to look, there are thousands of books written about my life and my failures.” he speaks a bit self mockingly.
“I would like to see it first hand, a piece of the life of the most powerful wizard alive.” I insist
He scratches his long beard “I thank you for the interest. Fine as long as you do not go digging.”
I give a nod with a gulp. “Just stick out your hand.” he does as I say. I reach out and grab his hand while staring straight into his third eye.
My consciousness feels memories flooding it and unlike Harry or Auntie Dromeda there is massive pressure on me as I make contact with his soul.
