Dumbledore's Office Halloween night
Dumbledore was reading the Prophet for the tenth time. The only thing he could think was 'why now?' Everything was working perfectly for ten years, then Harry seems to suddenly change. He knew the boy's magical signature, so it really was Harry. He just seems to smart, to independent. When he attempted to use Legilimency On the boy he got nothing but a headache. His trademark scar was growing lighter as well, could the Horcrux be taking over. Harry Potter was beginning to frighten the old man. The boy was perfect in his classes, his magic was to strong and should not be with the blocks he placed on it and having to power the blood wards at his home on privet drive. Harry's magic should be just above a squib.
Boy's dorm Gryffindor
Harry and Neville were playing exploding snap, They had just finished their homework. When Professor McGonagall entered. "Harry Potter!" she called out as the cards exploded in Neville face. "The Headmaster wants you in his office now."
Harry just said "Yes Mame," and followed the professor out.
The Headmaster had on his Grandfatherly persona, as Harry entered. "Harry my boy Come in… come in."
Dumbledore's eyes were twinkling like mad and he was wearing the most garish purple robes. "Yes Sir, how can I help you?"
That aggravating twinkle again. "Have a seat Harry. How are you enjoying you classes? Lemon drop?"
Harry avoided the old mans eyes by focusing on his crooked nose.
"My classes are great sir, I'm learning so much. Is that why you asked me here? I'm sure there is some thing else.
Dumbledore was floored Harry did not look at him as a savior; it was like the Boy Hated him. Dumbledore could feel the controlled rage. How did not even know him, it was as if the boy knew what was going on.
"Harry my Boy I knew your parents, we were friends."
Harry smirked. "That is not as I remember it sir. I have an perfect Photographic memory. Every sight every sound every taste smell word ever spoken even near me. You sent me to live in hell, I never saw you since. Can you explain why?"
Dumbledore continually attempted to change the subject, Harry always reverting straight back but never getting any answers.
Harry finally turned to Dumbledore, "I understand my true Guardian Is Sirius Black Next time we talk I'd like him to be here?"
Harry got up to walk out.
"Mr. Potter until He is available I am your Magical Guardian and you will sit down."
Harry Grinned "So you admit you're the one?"
Dumbledore looked puzzled. "What do you mean Harry?"
Harry had a grin that worried the old wizard. "Every year since my parent's death my trust vault has been emptied, 500,000 Galleons Gone. I know not one single knut was used for my welfare. The Goblins told me it was transferred to the Vault of my so-called Magical Guardian. He was living high while I was abused, in every possible way you can imagine. That makes Five million Galleons. The person who stole it was you! I was the only person that was to have access to that vault, not my so-called magical Guardian, you were paid fifty thousand a year for that job you never did. I am not Stupid Mr. Dumbledore.
That money was for my care and Happiness, I have no idea what that even is. I have had no childhood it was stolen by you! You will use that money to retrieve my god father from Azkaban Prison. My Guardianship has been temporarily been given to Amelia bones as she was on the list. You will not speak to me with out my guardian or head of house present. I do not and never will trust the likes of you!
Good night Professor!"
With that Harry did walk out!