CONSEQUENCE The boy who survived

Chapter 7 -

"That will be investigated, Mr Potter," Dumbledore assured him "but let's not get off topic. You appear to also have the ability to fly, many wizards throughout history have levitated themselves but none have been able to fly like you have, at least not without a broom."

"Always knew I was special." Harry grinned as he leaned back into his chair.

"Would you like to share how you did it?"

"Not really." Harry shrugged, pretending not to understand what was basically an order.

"I'm afraid I will still ask, how did you learn to fly?"

"How much would such knowledge be worth to you?"

"You want money?" Dumbledore raised an eyebrow.

"I'd love some now that you mention it." Harry nodded. "I'm sure that you could afford to spare some money seeing as you're headmaster of the 'most prestigious magical school in Britain', Chief Warlock and Supreme mugwump."

"And I'm sure that you do not need money as you are..."

Oh Dumbledore, this isn't about needs, this about wants. Ten galleons if you want it."

"Very well," Dumbledore sighed as he pulled out ten galleons and gave it to Harry, ten galleons was a brilliantly cheap price for learning to fly. Dumbledore briefly wondered why Harry would charge such a low price but decided that it was probably due to him being raised in America and likely not knowing the proper worth of a galleon.

"Brilliant," Harry said, taking the galleons from Dumbledore. "Do you promise not to tell anyone?"

"I promise." Dumbledore smiled his grandfatherly smile.

"Fairy dust and happy thoughts." Harry answered with a straight face.

"Really?" Dumbledore raised an eyebrow. "Like the patronus charm?" He asked curiously.

"Oh yes, works miracles," Harry replied "you just take some fairy dust, throw it over yourself and think happy thoughts then you jump off of something. When you jump you'd want some air and remember to keep yourself facing horizontally when you jump."

"Why horizontally?"

"Just trust me when I say it's better" Harry replied, what he did not say was that it made it better for Dumbledore to fall on his face "you'd also need some height as the dust will keep you up in the air but it won't help you take off. For an extra ten galleons I can give you some later."

"Very well." Dumbledore sighed as he handed him another ten galleons.

"Brill, you'll get that later."

"Thank you Mr Potter, may I ask where you learnt this?"

"No," Harry shook his head "my secrets are my own and I am not obligated to share them with you simply because you ask."

"I am the headmaster." Dumbledore reminded him

"You think that means anything?" Harry raised an eyebrow "You may be king of the castle but you are not my king"

"Mr Potter, have I wronged you in some way?"

"Yes," Harry nodded "you have wronged me in so many way, some forgivable, others aren't."