Harry hid his grimace of disgust and freed his arm from her. "What do you want, Ginevra?" Ginny fought to keep calm. She had been flirting with him for over a month and yet he still refused to even call her Ginny. Ron had warned her that he was a dirty snake, but she had thought she would be able to win him over. She was beautiful, after all, and any boy would be lucky to have her; her mom had told her that all her life and she knew it was true. She even looked like Harry's mother - they would look perfect together, just like his parents. Dumbledore had promised her that she would get him, that his fame and fortune would be hers if she could get him to fall in love with her, and she would not fail. She deserved all of it, everything.
"I want to spend some time with you. You're my friend, after all," she said, making sure to bat her eyelashes like her mother had taught her.
Harry fought to not roll his eyes. "You don't know me, Ginevra."
"But I could. I would love to get to know you; surely you want to get to know me better as well?"
"Not particularly," Harry said honestly.
Ginny barely contained her shriek of fury and instead let out a high-pitched laugh. "You're so funny, Harry."
Harry did roll his eyes then. "I wasn't joking."
Ginny was at a loss for words. Seeing this, Harry placed even more between them. "I have to headmaster wishes to see me."
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Ginny nodded and smiled brightly. "That's nice, you should go talk to him. He really is such a great wizard."
"Indeed."
"Well, I'll let you go then, Harry."
Harry just nodded and quickly walked away from the persistent redhead. No matter how blunt he was with her, she kept coming back.
~ Walking into the headmaster's office, Harry let his eyes wander over the portraits of the previous headmasters. When he spotted Phineas, he sent the man a sly smirk and got a matching one in response. The portrait had heard what his heir had done and was proud of the Slytherin move; Harrison James Potter-Black really was a force to be reckoned with. How he forced Albus to lose his genial mask was hilarious.
"Harry my boy, it's good to see you," Albus said, eyes twinkling madly. He was struggling to resist his desire to curse the damned child.
"Headmaster," Harry greeted, his voice neutral. He himself fought to not show his anger at being called 'my boy' or simply being in the man's presence. "Take a seat, my boy. Would you like some tea or perhaps a lemon drop?"
Harry looked at the offered sweets with barely concealed disgust. He wondered idly if the man doped them as he always offered them out.
"No thank you, headmaster. What is it you wanted to speak with me about?" Harry asked, his voice still neutral.
Albus held back his snarl - how dare the little brat talk to him like that. Why couldn't he do as he was told? He was ruining decades worth of plans and making his life much more difficult. Thanks to the boy he had the ministry investigating him and he was barely keeping hold of his titles—both Chief Warlock and as the Head of the ICW. Then, to make matters worse, he had somehow gotten the entire student body to boycott their Defence lessons. The boy was turning out to be a menace; and now that he had his Heir ring, Albus was forced to stop his magical manipulations. Then, to top it all off, the Board was on his back, demanding they get involved to fix the issue and making him look incompetent. Lucius Malfoy, with the help of Sirius - who had turned into just another Dark arts worshiping fool like the rest of his no good family - were both behind the troubles he was facing with the directors. Their alliance was just showing the world that Black really was just as bad as the rest of his blood.
"I simply wished to clear the air. I know you may hold some anger and even resentment towards me because of the actions of your relatives; however, I promise you Harry that I never knew," he lied. Had he known the little brat would turn out like this, he would have made his relatives beat him harder.
Harry withheld his snort of contempt. "I see."
"Had I known, I would have been much more involved in your life. However, I wanted you to grow up to be a normal happy boy, not bogged down by your fame or the stress that came with it. You needed protection from the magical word."
"Still, you never once thought to check?" Harry said, watching as the portraits of the other headmasters all sent Dumbledore dark glances. He could hear some mutterings, but he focused his attention on the lying old man in front of him instead of listening to them bad mouth the present headmaster.
"No, and that was a mistake on my part. I truly am sorry," Albus said, making sure to send Harry a sad smile. 'Sorry you didn't turn out right, you no good brat,' Albus thought.
"What's done is done. I would rather move on," Harry said.
Albus internally smirked, thinking Harry meant he was happy to move on and forgive his actions. "Excellent. That's very mature of you."
"Is that all, headmaster?" Harry asked, wanting to leave before he cursed the old man.
"Sadly not," Albus said. He was furious with the boy; he had just received another howler and it was all the brat's fault. "Now Harry, I must say I am disappointed in you. Last year we had no issues with your behaviour. However, this year you have been acting out. I can't help but wonder if perhaps your home life is the issue."
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