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Family Means More Than Blood	By : WingsofaDream Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 59826 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 7
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20th December 1991: Afternoon

It was Christmas once again at Hogwarts and most of the school's inhabitants were gone. A mere handful of students remained, including Harry and Draco. Lucius was required to work over most of the holidays so it was decided that there was little point in the two boys going to Malfoy Manor for the break period. So, what was going to happen was that they would stay at Hogwarts with Severus and then Lucius would come and spend Christmas Day and Boxing Day with them.

At that very moment though, Draco and Harry were at opposite ends of the school. Draco was in the library with a couple of his friends who had decided to stay too whereas Harry was outside, playing in the snow with Fred and George and Ron and Percy. Mr and Mrs Weasley had decided at the last minute to go and visit Charlie so the remaining Weasleys had remained. Harry was not complaining; he was enjoying their company and having a blast with the snowball fight they were having at that moment.

Harry and his two team mates (Ron and Percy; Fred and George had said they could easily take all three of them) carefully made their way across the designated "war" area, all making sure to keep a very watchful eye and each armed with at least one snowball. The twins had managed to disappear somewhere and as they had allowed the use of spells anything was possible. A huge snowman might come lumbering at them, a giant snowball might fall on top of them or roll after them or the twins may have even cast a charm to blend in with the snow so they could ambush the team of three.

"Do you think maybe they quit and went back inside?" Harry suggested quietly, not allowing himself the luxury of looking at either of his team mates as he spoke; he did not dare turn his gaze away from his assigned view for even a second.

"No, they wouldn't do that, not without getting us in some big way first." Percy mused. "They're around, somewhere."

"We haven't checked over by the trees yet; we did include them in the area when we were setting up the rules." Ron pointed out, turning and pointing over to a small cluster of trees which, although there were technically attached to the Forbidden Forest, were permitted as a safe place to be.

"I thought we were saving that 'til last?"

"I guess it is last; we've been around the rest of the area." Harry replied as they all altered their direction to head over to the trees. "Just make sure to be on your guard. Snowballs at the ready and wands out in case we need a lot of them very fast."

The two Weasleys nodded and they continued on without further word. At their slow, careful pace, it took them a few minutes to reach the cluster of trees and when they got there, they paused on the edge of them. The First Year, Third Year, and Fifth Year all peered into the gaps between the trees, each hoping to catch a glimpse of an elbow or a foot of a tuft of red hair which would give away the position of at least one of the twins. Several minutes passed however, and they still did not see anything.

Unable to put it off any longer, the three boys stepped into the trees very slowly, their eyes flitting about everywhere like nervous rabbits. When there was a sudden rustling from somewhere, they all froze. The sound did not come again and the three Gryffindors began to think it was just all their imagination. That is, until there was another much more definite rustle from directly above them. They all tilted their heads back just in time to see two forms fall from one of the trees next to Percy causing Harry and Ron to jump back in surprise and also to save themselves.

"Die!" The twins yelled together as they crashed down right on top of their older brother. They landed in a heap of arms and legs and red hair and sending up a spray of white powder.

Harry and Ron could only watch as the three brothers wrestled around with each other in the snow. After a little while, when it became painfully obvious that the twins had the upper hand and were not going to be satisfied until Percy gave in to them, Harry realised they were going to have to help their team mate out. He whispered his plan in Ron's ear quickly and the younger boy's eyes lit up in anticipation. They grinned at each other before stepping forward very carefully, not wanting to draw attention to themselves until the very last moment. Once they were close enough, they just had to wait for the opportune moment.

It happened very suddenly. Abruptly, Percy's arm came splaying out to the side as he yanked it away from the grip of one of the twins and both Harry and Ron grabbed onto it quickly and pulled. They kept pulling until Percy was out of the scuffle with Fred and George. Then, acting before the twins could properly sort themselves out again, Harry pulled out his wand and pointing it up to the snow-covered branches of the tree that the two Third Years had launched their aerial attack from.

"Expeliarmus!" He cast and the impact the spell had on the tree caused a lot of snow to fall loose and pile onto Fred and George below, effectively burying them with outraged cries from them both.

Harry, Percy, and Ron all instantly burst out laughing, highly amused to see the twins get the comeuppance. They watched, still laughing, as Fred and George's heads poked up from underneath the snow, disgruntled expressions on both of their faces. Their laughter faded however when each of them were suddenly smacked in the faces by large snowballs simultaneously, knocking them each off balance, though Ron was the only one who fell backwards completely. That cheered the twins up immensely and they took their turns to burst out laughing.

Not to be out-done by anything or anyone, Ron had taken the opportunity while he was on the snow-covered ground to get out his wand and make several decent sized snowballs in a very short period of time. With a simple Wingardium Leviosa (his favourite spell in the world) he sent the white balls shooting off at his older brothers. Percy soon joined him, making the snowballs which Ron concentrated on sending them soaring at the twins while Harry went to go on his own mission.

While the twins were kept busy by Ron and Percy, Harry was able to sneak around the side and come up from behind the twins. Fred was the one who was sending the snowballs shooting while George was the one making them as fast as he could. An evil grin crept onto Harry's face as he knelt down and scooped some snow into his gloved hand. Carefully, gently, he smoothed and patted the white powder into a ball shape as he silently stepped over to George. When he was only a few paces away from the twins, he paused to prepare himself. Then, in a mere second, he had jumped forward, grabbed the back of George's cloak to pull the collar away from his neck and then promptly shoved his handful of snow down the back of his shirt underneath.

George howled at the sudden chill that froze his back which effectively stopped the current snowball fight. The other three Weasleys looked to see their brother struggling with the snow down his back with Harry standing over him laughing so hard he was almost crying. Ron and Percy soon joined him and even Fred looked like he was struggling to contain his chuckles but he managed to do so and instead opted for getting the dark haired boy back.

Harry laugh took on a startled quality as Fred suddenly lunged at him, but he managed to stumble backwards awkwardly, out of the red-head's reach. Fred landed face first in the snow earning more laughing from all the boys and Harry took the opportunity to move to run away, managing to make his way out of the trees and back out into the open. He had not counted on George however who, in revenge for himself and his brother, dove at the dark haired boy's legs, wrapping his arms around them, effectively ruining any chance the boy had of escaping any further than he already had.

A whoosh of air rushed out of Harry's lungs as he was tackled into the snow and he immediately started to giggle as both of the twins leapt on top of him and he took his turn in wrestling with his two friends. Soon, Ron and Percy had joined the fray, pouncing on top of Fred and George, partly to help their team-mate but partly because wrestling was a always fun thing to do.

The five boys continued on that way for quite some time, totally unaware of the two sets of eyes which were watching them closely the whole time: one set black and the other grey.

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22nd December 1991: Afternoon

A small smile curved the edges of Harry's lips as he happily doodled on a sheet of parchment in a secluded corner of the school's library. He had escaped the clutches of the four Weasley brothers on favour of having a little alone time. It was not that he had gone off the company of the red-heads, it was merely that too much of their company could get a bit much for him. A break was needed and none of the others had seemed to hold it against him; they were probably thankful for the break from each other as well.

With a small tap with his wand, Harry animated the drawing he had just finished, the angel he had drawn fluttering around the page, traversing the other small doodles which he had finished and brought to life before. They were all nothing more than rather elaborate and detailed stick-people but that was about all he could draw.

Harry's eyes wandered over his sheet of parchment and he took in all his little doddles so far. Along with his newly drawn angel, there was a little snail making his way very slowly around the edge of the sheet; a rather fat, cute looking dragon which blew out a burst of fire every so often; a little Grim-Reaper, which was also rather cute, who went around the page chopping off the flower-heads of the plants he had drawn which simply grew back a few seconds later; a Hogwarts student whizzing around on a broom; a rather large Christmas tree whose lights (actually just dots) twinkled in turn; and a hamster running around in a rather hyperactive manner. Those were just a few of the drawings he had on his page but they were probably his favourite.

Just after Harry had re-dipped his quill in his ink pot and was preparing to draw down another little doodle, a pair of arms suddenly came around his shoulders and a warm pair of lips pressed against the skin just underneath his right ear. "In here all alone?" It was Draco; big surprise.

"Mmhmm." Harry confirmed, opting to draw a few more flowers as it was hard to concentrate on anything else with Draco practically slumped over him as he was; he was heavy and there was little point in trying to draw something detailed at the same time as trying to hold a conversation with the Slytherin.

"How comes?" The gentle reply came with a few puffs of warm breath on Harry's neck, making him shiver lightly as a chill travelled up his spine.

"Just needed a bit of a break, I have been spending a lot of time with Fred, George, Ron, and Percy over the past couple of days."

Draco made no reply to that but Harry could have sworn that he felt the arms around his shoulders tighten a little and the body behind him press a little closer to him. He thought nothing of it though, putting it down to the blond just getting into a more comfortable position. He heard Draco take in a deep breath through his nose before nuzzling the slope of his neck where the collar of his robes stopped. "You smell nice."

Harry gave a small laugh at that. "Thank you."

"I've missed you." The blond sighed before he pressed his lips fully against the dark haired boys neck, not really in a kiss but a mere stiffening of his lips for second would turn it into such.

"You saw me at breakfast, we sat opposite each other."

"Not the same." Draco murmured, his voice sounding strange; almost slurred and extremely relaxed for some reason. "You weren't close enough, too far away, needed you next to me..."

"Draco?" Harry asked quietly, his expression growing concerned as he listened to his oldest friend basically rambling which was completely out of character of the boy. "Is there something wrong?"

"No, everything's perfect." Draco breathed in a calm, almost dreamy, tone and Harry could do nothing else but believe him and continue to wonder and worry what was going on with the Slytherin lately.

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25th December 1991: Early Morning

"Harry, wake up! C'mon, get up!"

The voice sounded somewhat far away, as if someone was yelling it over a great distance. But then when a large weight suddenly crushed him, the calls became louder, sounding as though someone was yelling right in his ear.

Harry woke up with a start, a small yelp escaping him as his eyes flew up and he hastened to sit up. On top of him he found the blurred forms of both Fred and George, both still dressed in their matching white and blue striped pyjamas, who had thankfully stopped yelling now that Harry was clearly awake. Luckily, the room was barely lit, the faint glow of a few candles the only light in the room so there was nothing to sting his eyes and practically blind him.

"Can't you two ever wake me up sensibly?" Harry grumbled before yawning widely and beginning to rub the sleep out of his eyes.

"No fun in trying to wake you sensibly." George grinned lazily, rolling onto his back and also moving so he was laying directly on Harry's lap.

"What time is it?"

"Six in the morning." Fred answered easily.

Harry paused in his quest for his glasses and gave the red-haired boy a look of pure disbelief.

"What? It's Christmas Day, of course we're up at the crack of dawn!"

"Merlin, it's not going to be light outside for another two hours and you both sound like you've been up for ages."

"Not hours though." George disagreed.

"An hour and a half maybe." Fred mused.

"You're both insane." Harry muttered as he succeeded in reaching his glasses. He brought them over to himself and slid them on, his eyes shutting some time in the process. When the spectacles were on, Harry lifted his head and opened his eyes, blinking a few times to clear his vision. "You'd best get off me if you want me to get up then."

The two Weasleys instantly rolled off of him, each grinning from ear to ear as their friend threw his duvet off of himself and swung his legs over the side of the bad.

"How can you be so casual about getting up on Christmas Day?" George asked.

"Because it's not that big of a deal with my family. The only reason we even celebrate it is because everyone else does. I concentrate more on Nirhy at this time of year anyway." Harry answered as he pulled on his dark blue dressing gown and then tied the sash around his waist securely before trying to roll up the too long sleeves only to fail miserably.

"What's Nirhy?" Fred asked curiously as he too got off of the bed and followed on as George led Harry and him out of the room.

"It's a bit like a Havanist's version of Christmas. It's to celebrate the defeat of Geshtar; he was basically evil incarnate. It's also seen as the birthday of our Great Lady as it was today that she died but became whole again as a goddess."

"Wait, so your goddess was a human first?" George frowned slightly.

"Yeah."

"So you don't think that She created man and life and stuff?" Fred guessed.

"Muggle science has pretty much proved that we're all here on this planet because of the Big Bang and evolution, to try and deny it would be foolish. The Great Lady's purpose means so much more than to simply create and then watch. She's here to guide those who have learned to listen to Her and to wait for the Fifth Coming."

"The what?"

"Every millenia or so, evil will return in some form or another. When it does, our Great Lady is said to descend to Earth and aid the one She has created to defeat it."

"I thought you said She doesn't create us?"

"With every return of evil, She creates a single person to fight it. The Three Elders are those She has created in the past. It's said that they're continuously reincarnated and will be for the rest of eternity but I'm a little doubtful of that; seems like more of a punishment than anything else and they of all people deserve no punishment." The Harry told them as they reached the bottom of the stairs and headed towards the Christmas tree.

"Wow...You actually believe in all that?" George asked with a wrinkle of his nose only to promptly receive a slap around the back of his head from his twin brother.

Harry was unaffected by the comment though and only gave the red-head a smile. "It's a bit like having faith in Merlin." He said with a light shrug.

"Yeah, but Merlin was a real person, there's evidence to support that." George pointed out and got another slap from his brother. "Would you stop doing that!"

"Will you stop acting like an insensitive oaf?" Fred hissed back angrily, glaring at his twin.

"It's all right, Fred, I don't mind." Harry assured, still smiling. He turned his attention back onto George. "I can't give you any other evidence that the Great Lady is exactly that other than my own faiths and beliefs. I have faith in the power of my Goddess and I believe in the ideals of Havanists and the stories we're told. Surely, that in itself proves that She's real, because She's real to me?"

George stared back at him with a slightly uncomprehending gaze for a few moments before he turned away to look at the Christmas tree. "You don't have to justify your beliefs to me. You believe what you believe; I shouldn't have asked such things. Sorry." He mumbled and a heavy atmosphere fell around them.

"I don't mind, I'm glad you taken an interest in it, even if it is only to criticise." Harry grinned at him. He gave the red-head's shoulder a small playful nudge which encouraged a grin from the boy. "Now," he sighed, the atmosphere thankfully broken. "Time to open presents I think."

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25th December 1991 - Morning

A bright smile decorated Harry's face as he stepped into his father's bedroom where the man was still in his bed, apparently asleep. Harry had arrived a few minutes ago having stayed with Fred and George until Ron and Percy and got up. He had brought his presents for Severus, Draco, and Lucius with him and had already set them all under the small tree in the corner of his father's sitting room. Now, he was on a mission to wake the Potions Master up.

Stepping up to the side of the bed, Harry supported his weight with one arm on the edge of the bed and used the other one to gently jiggle Severus' arm. "Father?" He called quietly. The man laying in the bed began to stir almost instantly, rolling onto his back as his hands came up to cover his eyes.

"What time is it?" Severus asked, his voice sounding rough from sleep.

"Just gone seven o'clock." Harry answered as he perched carefully on the edge of the bed.

"A bit early for you isn't it?"

"Fred and George woke me up, wanting me to open the presents from them and their parents."

It was at this point that Severus decided to open his eyes only to be greeted with the sight of his son wearing a pair of normal black trousers along with a garish knitted jumper of a deep shade of green with a bright red H on the chest. "What in Merlin's name are you wearing?"

Harry grinned at him in amusement. "My Christmas present from Mr and Mrs Weasley. Don't tell me you don't like it, Father? I would've thought you'd be sending an owl to the Burrow asking if Mrs Weasley would be so kind as to knit you one of your own."

"How very droll of you, Haryon." His father drawled lazily as he pushed the covers off him a little bit as Harry hoped off the bed. "Off with you then while I get dressed." He yawned with a wave of his hand, effectively dismissing his son.

"Want me to call a house-elf for some breakfast?"

"Yes, but specify my usual slightly sweetened porridge; I do not desire to be swimming in the grease of a full English breakfast because some foolish house-elf decides that Christmas is a time for over-eating on all manner of rubbish." Severus ordered before disappearing into the small bathroom attached to his bedroom.

Harry smiled lightly to himself as he watched his father go and then turned to leave the room again. In its own, very strange, way, the snarky Potion Master's foul attitude even in this season was rather endearing.

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25th December 1991: Night

Harry trudged along a corridor in Hogwarts half asleep, on his way back from getting a cup of camomile tea from the kitchens. He had a serious case of insomnia. The day had passed in a rush of celebration and in all honesty, he really should have been exhausted. But then he had crawled into bed and instantly perked up. For ages he had remained in his bed, tossing and turning, not getting a wink of sleep. Then, remembering several occasions when his father had drunk a cup of camomile tea to help him relax before bed, Harry had figured he would try the same. He had not betted on the sudden desire to crawl into bed again the second he had left it. He had practically been falling asleep over his cup of tea but he would bet any amount of money that the moment he got back into bed he'd instantly wake up again.

With a huge yawn, a really big one which required he shut his eyes, Harry turned a corner, fully expecting to pass through an archway. So, when he abruptly collided with the solid surface of a wooden door, he was more than a little surprised. His yawn was abruptly cut off and his eyes opened as he took a step backwards to see that, sure enough, there was a door in front of him. With a light frown, Harry looked around himself and realised that he had no idea what part of the school he was in.

The surprise having perked him up again, Harry let out a small sigh and went to open the door; he did not recognise what part of the school he was in but perhaps the classroom behind the door would help him get a bearing on where he was. However, upon opening the door, he was confused to see that it was not a classroom behind, it was just a plain, slightly dusty room which was lit only by the moonlight spilling in through a small window to the right. Over in the top left-hand corner was something big and covered by a black sheet.

Curiosity led Harry to step further into the room. It led him over to the covered object and it compelled him to pull away the sheet to see what was underneath. At first, he was confused again, as he found only a large mirror, a very pretty mirror but merely a mirror nonetheless. However, things began to make a bit more sense to him when he looked more closely at the decoration on the mirror's frame. It looked so familiar, he was sure he had seen it somewhere before...

And that was when it hit him; this was the Mirror of Erised. He had seen a picture of it in one of this father's book a while ago when he had been bored and had taken to exploring the shelves in the man's rooms. A mirror which could show you your deepest desire and show the happiest person in the world only themselves.

Harry was curious, he could not deny it, but he also wondered if seeing what the Mirror had to show him was the smartest idea. What if it showed him something that was completely unattainable? That would only torment him. On the other hand, what if it showed him something that he could quite easily get? That too would probably torment him as he would crave whatever it was, consequences be damned. But oh the curiosity! And as long as he practised a bit of self-control, surely everything would be fine?

Having successfully talked himself into it, Harry lowered his gaze from the top of the frame to right in the middle of the reflective panel. For a few minutes, nothing happened and it was only him there standing as he was, dressed in his pyjamas, dressing gown and slippers. But then, it began to change. His body in the Mirror turned ever so slightly so that the right hand side of his body was easier to see and, strangely, in his right hand, he clutched a silver sword with a thin blade and a jewelled hilt. His face in the Mirror was now different; so strange, so neutral, so cold, he did not think he had ever had the expression on his face in real life. Slowly, a figure began to step forward out of the shadows in the background and Harry's jaw dropped when he recognised who it was: Voldemort. Before Harry could even begin to think how wrong the evil man's presence was and ponder over its meaning, something else happened to cut off all rational thought.

It happened very quickly, probably how it would happen in real life. One moment the Harry in the Mirror and Voldemort had been standing in front of each other and the next, the Harry in the Mirror had the sword raised and had shoved it all the way through Voldemort's body so that the tip stuck out the man's back, glistening red with blood. In some odd way, it looked like they were holding each other in a close embrace but the sword tip and the rapidly growing red stain seeping up the white of the Mirror Harry's pyjamas gave an all too clear picture of what was really happening. Mirror Harry suddenly gave the sword an upwards jerk, causing Voldemort to jerk forwards himself. Then, in one swift movement, the sword had been pulled free and the blood-covered boy had stepped away from the man allowing him to simply fall to the floor lifelessly.

The real Harry backed away from the Mirror hastily, his hands flying up to cover his mouth and his head shaking a few times in horror. He could not believe he was seeing this...It was terrible, sickening, frightening...

The Mirror of Erised showing him murdering Voldemort in such a violent, horrendous manner. Surely this could not be what he wanted? To hurt someone so brutally, even if it was Voldemort, was just something he would never do even if he was not a pacifist. Even if Voldemort had killed hundreds of innocents, including his darling Aunt Narcissa, and tortured many, including his father and godfather, and wanted to kill Draco and thought nothing of his own selfish needs and was cruel and heartless and deserved an eternity of pain and brutal suffering...

Merlin, Harry had never realised just how much he truly hated that horrible man! He had never really considered it but he saw it so clearly now. But still, to actually hurt Voldemort, to kill him in such an extreme, painful way...It could not be his greatest desire...Could it? The Mirror of Erised was showing him it so that had to mean that a pretty big part of him wanted it...

Harry felt suddenly ill and not just because of how graphic the picture in the Mirror had been. He felt ill with himself. There had to be at least a part of him that wanted to hurt Voldemort in such a way otherwise he would not be seeing it, he would be seeing something normal. But when had he ever been normal? A normal person would not want to murder someone in such a way more than anything else in world. A normal person would not be surprised by what they saw in the Mirror of Erised; they would not be blind enough to not know what it was they wanted more than anything.

Once again shaking his head slightly, Harry turned away from the Mirror quickly and then dashed out of the room, not stopping until he was back in his bed. He did not sleep for the rest of the night.

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27th December 1991: Night

He was some sort of sick sadist or he possessed some morbid sense of curiosity. Either way, he was weird for voluntarily going back to the Mirror of Erised to only horrify himself again. Even he could not try and convince himself that his heart's greatest desire was going to change within the space of two days. He was unsure why he was going back to be totally honest; maybe he was just a glutton for punishment.

Nothing else had been on Harry's mind for two whole days. The image and what it implied haunted him and distracted him from everything. People had noticed: his father; Draco; Lucius; Professor Dumbledore; Professor McGonagall; Fred; George; and Percy, they had all passed comment and he had simply assured them that he was fine and that there was nothing wrong. He did not think for even a moment that he had convinced any of them but they had at least left him alone after that answer. This was one of those times when he really could not tell anyone the truth though. Not only had he broken the rules by being out after curfew, he had also poked his nose where it did not belong. And, maybe the most important reason why no one else could know, it made him a potential killer.

Now, as Harry stood in front of the Mirror once again, he was not in the least surprised to see the jewelled sword in his right hand. A resigned sigh left his parted lips in a soft whisper as he watched the Mirror-him with sad eyes. To desire such a horrific thing more than anything else in the world; surely that had to be a sign of poor mental health?

No, a sign of poor mental health was the fact he kept watching it. Even after it had finished and Voldemort was dead and bleeding at the Harry-in-the-Mirror's feet, the actual Harry glanced away for a second only to look back and watch it all play out again. It made no sense, not even to him, it was just something he kept doing. He just stood there watching it all play out again and again, dreading that it might one day happen.

And that was when he suddenly realised; what he was watching, it could not happen. Voldemort was dead, he had been for several years now. The scenario which played out for him continuously in the Mirror could not happen, it was impossible. That seemed to break whatever frame of mind Harry had been in for the past few days. His eyes flinched away from the Mirror once again but this time did not turn back after a few seconds. He could not believe that he had even forgotten that. He had been so scared of the possibility that he might one day get the chance to do such a terrible thing that he had forgotten that Voldemort was gone now and he never would get the opportunity to do such a thing.

No longer wanting to watch the sight in the Mirror, Harry turned abruptly, intending to leave the room as quickly as possible, return to his bed and try his hardest to forget all about these entire two days. However, he had only just turned around when he found he had to stop as Professor Dumbledore was standing only a few paces away from him.

"Harry?"

"Headmaster."

"I see you have discovered the Mirror of Erised."

"Yes Sir, but I was just leaving."

"Really? You possess an admirable amount of self-control my boy." Dumbledore complimented him but Harry got the distinct impression that the man knew exactly what was going on by the twinkle which made his eyes glitter in the faint moon-light.

"I have no desire to watch what the Mirror has to show me again and again. I don't even know why I came here again; I couldn't even force myself to hope that what I saw might've already changed."

"I see."

"If you don't mind, Headmaster, I think I'll go to bed now." Harry murmured as he finally stepped around Dumbledore and went to reach for the handle of the door to pull it open and leave the room.

"Harry?" The Headmaster's voice stopped him and the boy turned to look at the elderly man. "Do not be afraid to know yourself, for all knowledge is valuable."

Harry stared at the other occupant of the room for several moments after that, not completely sure what to think, how to feel or what he should do next.

Dumbledore seemed to understand his dilemma as he offered a kind smile and a small nod of his head. "Good night Harry."

"Good night Headmaster." Harry replied quietly as he turned away and pulled open the door.

"Sleep well." The wish barely reached Harry's ears before the door clicked shut behind him.
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