"That's enough Harry," Dumbledore said. "I think I can explain the circumstances better. You need to go back to the school," Dumbledore walked over to the guard desk and picked up a quill. He pulled out his wand and said 'Portus'. "Here take this and I'll join you as soon as I can," Dumbledore said as he thrust the quill toward Harry.
"Now see here Dumbledore," Fudge said, "you can't just go making illegal portkeys."
"Don't worry Minister," Harry said. "I don't plan on using it. I'll be staying here with my friends," He put his arm around Hermione and looked over at Neville and Luna. He smiled a little when he noticed Neville's arm was around Luna's waist.
"Harry..." Dumbledore started again. "It's obviously been a trying night and..."
"Yes sir it has, but there is still things that need to be done," Harry replied and again turning his back to the Headmaster as he addressed the Minister. "Sir, as I was saying I have been having dreams about a room downstairs in the Department of Mysteries; ones that were proving to be true. I now understand that Voldemort wanted something from there, something only I could give him."
"Harry..." Dumbledore said as he continued to hold out the quill. "You truly need to return to the Castle."
Harry continued to ignore the Headmaster as he held Fudge's gaze.
"So what did these dreams have to do with He-Who-Must-No-Be-Named and what did he want?"
"Harry I must insist..." Dumbledore again tried to assert himself.
"Insist on what Headmaster?" Harry interrupted him as he turned to glare at the Headmaster. "Insist you keep me in the dark about things as you have? Or are you going to deny knowing WHY my parents died for the last fourteen years and not bothered to tell me. A fact I had to learn from a DEATH EATER!" His voice had increased in level where he was almost yelling at the Headmaster. Every Auror and other Ministry employee who was still in the Atrium were now following their every word.
Dumbledore put a hand on Harry's shoulder in an attempt to sooth the young man, but Harry shrugged it off forcefully. As he turned his back to the Headmaster, Harry said to Fudge, "Sir can we take this conversation to your office, maybe with Madam Bones joining us? I'd like a chance to explain what happened."
"Yes...yes of course," Fudge replied. He called an Auror over and asked her to find Madam Bones.
"She's went downstairs to see about the other Death Eaters."
"Then tell her to meet us in my office," Fudge ordered. He motioned for Harry and the others to follow him. When Dumbledore started to follow them Harry stopped.
"Minister," He said. "Do you have a specific need for Dumbledore join us in this conversation?"
"Why?" Minister Fudge asked. "Is there a problem with him joining us? I really must speak with him about what to do with...with him returning."
"If you need to speak to Dumbledore, then I'll be glad to wait and meet with you later," Harry replied. "To answer your question, yes there is a problem. Thanks to my wonderful and extremely intelligent girlfriend," Harry indicated Hermione. "It has become abundantly clear that the Headmaster has been withholding very important information and very possibly lying to me. I do not feel I can trust him anymore."
Dumbledore blue eyes found Harry's and for an instant Harry felt the slight probe of his mind. Harry glared at Dumbledore. "Just in case that greasy bastard didn't tell you, I've been working on my Occlumency without him. If you try to read my thoughts again you will not like it."
Dumbledore had a look of shock on his face. "Harry, we really need to discuss this," He said in his best grandfatherly voice. "I feel for your own good I must..."
"You must what?" Harry snarled at the Headmaster. "You have NO legal authority over me," He turned back to the Minister. "Sir would you like to speak with me or Dumbledore?"
Minister Fudge had been watching the interplay between the Boy-Who-Lived and Albus Dumbledore and he was in a quandary. He had just watched Potter take on the Dark Lord and beat him. It had been witnessed by a large number of Aurors and it would be in the Daily Prophet by the afternoon. He knew he couldn't afford to upset the young man. His eyes shifted from one to the other until a decision was reached. "Come with me Harry," He said. "Albus, I'll be glad to meet with you shortly."
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