CONSEQUENCE The boy who survived

Chapter 7 -

"What way's?" Dumbledore asked curiously, he got the sense that Harry was talking about more than just leaving him at the Dursley's, to be fair Dumbledore wasn't sure that Harry even knew that Dumbledore placed him there.

"I'm sure someone as smart as you can work it out." Harry smiled sweetly at him, before his face went back to neutral "is there anything else you wanted?"

"Yes, I was quite shocked to see you use an unforgivable curse." Dumbledore answered.

"I have no regrets about that," Harry leaned back in the chair "between me and the enemy, I chose the enemy every time."

"Mr Potter, that was a very dark curse."

"Your point?" Harry raised an eyebrow "It wasn't illegal to use it against a dragon and I haven't used it against a person so I don't see what the problem is"

"Harry, you are turning dark" Dumbledore said "that spell is definitely not something a light wizard should be using"

"Who ever said I was light?" Harry replied "Just because my family supported you in the last war, does not mean that I do."

"You are claiming to be a member of the dark?"

"Did I say that?" Harry said with an annoyed expression "I hate Voldemort with a passion but I do not trust you. I'm not light and I'm not dark, I don't care enough to take a side in the little chess match that you had going with Voldemort. Not like you were effective anyway."

"Mr Potter, me and the order had accomplished great things during the war and…"

"You, your order and the ministry were battling against a few hundred death eaters that didn't even make up a quarter of the British population and you were still losing and would've lost if not for a lucky night."

"Mr Potter, you know nothing about war." Dumbledore replied condescendingly

"You're right, all I know is how to survive," Harry replied "now, is there anything else?"

"No," Dumbledore sighed "I simply have to inform you that you both are expected to take part in the opening dance at the Yule ball."

"Fine." Harry stood up and walked out, Adrian slowly stood up and followed him.

"Harry," Adrian caught up to his brother once they were out "you alright?"

"I'm fine" Harry reassured him "just as long as that old man keeps his distance"

"What did he do to you?" Adrian asked "What did Dumbledore do that made you hate him so much?"

"It's a long story," Harry sighed "not a pleasant one either"

"You hate him." Adrian said, it wasn't a question.

"I do more than hate him," Harry responded "I'll tell you one day, just not today."

"Fine" Adrian said, realizing his brother wasn't going to say more on that particular subject "so…I'm guessing that you're going with Daphne to the ball?"

"Yep" Harry nodded "how about you?"

"I…I don't know" Adrian replied "I don't really know who to ask"