Harry looked up from his soup. He was surprised that Flitwick had chosen now to speak up; he had thought it would take longer for the man's doubt in the Light leader to wane enough for him to speak up.
"I see," Sirius said.
"From what I have learnt in the past year, Dumbledore has done nothing for Harrison other than try to control his life. His actions just now show how he wants Harry for something - he has encouraged a relationship between the Weasleys when it is clear that the youngest two are nothing more than idiotic sycophants! This doesn't even take his obsessive observations into account. What I want to know is why? Why is he after my student?"
Sirius shot Harry a look.
Harry looked around the room and considered his options. Looking at the occupants, Harry made a decision. Flicking his wrist, he gripped his wand and set the strongest privacy and secrecy wards he knew. The ease at which he put them up shocked three of the four occupants.
Sirius looked at Harry surprised, knowing Harry was about to let more people in. Flitwick reached for his wand and tested the wards. "These are professional grade, Mr. Potter, and yet you didn't say a word," he said.
Harry raised an eyebrow. "Magic doesn't need words. Words are just props; like wands, they allow easier access, but they're not necessary with the right level of power, skill, and control. Magic is about intent - it's alive, after all," Harry said, lifting his hand and f ocusing so a controlled ball of fire lit up and twisted around his fingers. He also allowed his shields to drop, exposing his magical potential and core.
Severus gaped at the boy in front of him. The power and control he was showing was beyond anything he had felt. Lucius, however, was conflicted. The blond man was both excited and smug; he knew the boy had power and potential and now he was going to get some answers.
Harry sent Sirius a look, hoping that the animagus would agree with whatever he was about to say.
"It all started with a prophecy," Harry said, startling Severus. Taking a deep breath, Harry recited the words that clawed his life away from him.
"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches... born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies... and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not... and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives... the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies...."
In the quiet that followed the prophecy, Harry continued, "This prophecy was told by Sybil Trelawney to Albus Dumbledore at the Hog's Head Pub in 1980 during her interview for the Divination teaching position, which had just opened up. It referred to a boy born at the end of July who has the power to defeat Lord Voldemort. The timing fit both me and Neville Longbottom, so our parents, who had been fighting him both, went into hiding, not knowing which one of us was this child. Yet, by coming after me, Voldemort made it so I was the marked child. However, more recent events make me question the prophecy." Severus sat back and stared at the boy. "You know?" he asked. Memories of his role flashed before him and the guilt made his knees weak.
Harry spared him a look. "About your part in the prophecy? Yes. However, it's not important right now. You hold no blame or responsibility. You were young and manipulated," Harry said.
Harry watched as Severus seemed to fold into himself. The rest of the room looked confused while Sirius, who knew, spared Snape a look - not of pity, but concern.
"Although this does explain his interest, it doesn't explain you," Filius pointed out, indicating the flame that Harry still had dancing in his hand idly.
Harry nodded. "As I told you before sir, my memory is rather exceptional. I have memories from when I was very young. I remember a few things about my life before my parents died; not a lot, but brief flashes. However, growing up, my memories left me confused. I was beaten for any instances of "freakishness", which I now know were moments of accidental magic, so my memories and their abuse conflicted. Why would I be punished for something that I couldn't control if they knew? I convinced myself my memories were just dreams up until I received my Hogwarts letter. When I returned to our world, I realised my memories were true.
"The first thing I did was look myself up. My memories lead me to believe I had magical parents, so imagine my surprise when I found out I was right and famous. This discovery lead me to the goblins. I did an inheritance blood test when I went after they realised I knew nothing of our world. The results were fascinating—I had a blood glamour placed on me, as well as many magical blocks and a core block. There were also some compulsions on me; however, my Heir rings nullified them. Still, not all things can be nullified by rings, so the goblins removed these blocks and compulsions for a price. During this process I gained their respect and they, mine.
"It was also then discovered that Dumbledore had been stealing from me; he was granted access to my family Vaults as my magical guardian. As I said before, I remember things about my past - which includes the night my parents died. Realising Dumbledore was my guardian made me think Sirius was dead as well as I knew he was innocent. However, I soon found out he was not dead but wrongly in Azkaban. I worked on freeing him and I did so. Dumbledore is the reason Sirius was sent without trial to Azkaban; he was the bonder for the ritual, he knew who the Secret Keeper was.
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