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What Would You Do?	By : snapeisthebest Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 3350 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-What Would You Do?
- 2-two
- 3-Three
- 4-Four
- 5-Five
- 6-Six
- 7-Seven
- 8-Eight
- 9-Nine
- 10-Ten
- 11-Eleven
- 12-Twelve
- 13-Thirteen
- 14-Fourteen
- 15-Fifteen
- 16-Sixteen
- 17-Seventeen
- 18-Eighteen
- 19-Ninteen
- 20-Twenty
- 21-Final
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As Harry lay in his bed waiting for the clock to strike, marking the arrival of his 17th birthday, he reflected on some things:

'I'M IN LOVE!!! He sighed. That's the only explanation I can come up with for how I feel whenever I am around...WOW!!! How would my life be different if my parents weren't killed? Would I still feel the same way I do now? Probably not. I know that I would not have the same friends that I do now. And I certainly wouldn't have had the many adventures. I would have someone to talk to about these feelings that would hopefully understand and not judge too harshly. Of course, considering who it is, I think I would be disowned all together. Maybe Sirius would've understood...NEVERMIND!!! Don't even go there, Harry.'

Harry looked at the clock again. Only 15 more minutes until he was officially an adult. Standing up to finish gathering his things to put in his trunk (as he was leaving as soon as possible); His scar flared to life, he hit his knees hard, and he found himself in the middle of Voldemort's throne room watching as Tom tortured one of his servants who was all too familiar to Harry. Not knowing what to do, Harry just watched with his eyes shining from tears suddenly filling them.

"I do not enjoy doing these things to you of all people. But, perhaps you need more persuading to get me the boy! He has more power than anyone knows, even Dumbledore." stated an eerily calm Voldemort as he shot yet another Crucio at the prostrate Death Eater who silently writhed under the curse. Harry didn't know if the silence was from sheer will or a silencing spell.

Voldemort finally lifted the spell and walked over to the prone man. Leaning down, he softly spoke, "If Harry Potter is not brought before me by the time he is to return to Hogwarts, YOU. WILL. DIE." Then he turned and went back to his throne and reseated himself regally.

"PAINFULLY." he finished.

The Death Eater paled and whispered, "Yes My Lord. Anything."

Voldemort grinned (frightening, I know) and dismissed him.

Harry found himself in his room again, his head was throbbing. Rising to his feet, he noticed that the time was 12:05 am, he was an adult now . His beloved, even though he had told no one yet, was in danger and only Harry could save him. What was he going to do about it?

Harry's decision would have to wait as several owls flew into his room. At the same time, there was a knock at the front door. Knowing the knocking on the door would wake his relatives before the owls did, Harry rushed down the stairs and answered it.

"Professor!!! Why are you here? At this hour? What happened? Is everything OK?" Harry practically yelled. His panic was rising seeing the headmaster at his front door in the VERY early hours of the morning. The Headmaster doesn't just pop up unannounced without good reason. Harry wanted to make sure none of his friends were hurt. Or worse.

Dumbledore, eyes twinkling brighter than the stars, merely smiled, "Harry, my boy, I am here to wish you a Happy Birthday. It is not every day that the savior of the wizarding world comes of age. Also, it is time for you to go to another safe place as the wards here are no longer effective." 'As if they ever really existed!!!!' "We will head to The Burrow to stay until the repairs you requested are done at Grimmauld Place." 'It is not like you will live long enough to enjoy them, anyway.'

"Oh, I see", sighed Harry, knowing better and thanking any and all gods that Hermione found a book on Occlumency after “The Pensieve Incident” (as they now called it). She had specially ordered it and was the only one that knew Harry was almost an expert at Occlumency. Harry had realized after Sirius' death that there was more to Dumbledore than he let on. He just wasn't sure what and had decided to play along. For now.

"Thank you, Sir."

"Think nothing of it, Harry" Dumbledore replied. 'No one else does!!! I can not believe everyone thinks we are all dependent upon such an individual as this. This year my plan will finally come to a head and Harry and Tom will be dead and all will come to me for guidance. I wonder if his whale of an uncle ever got the balls to beat him. It would make my job easier if I could frame him for Harry's death. Ah, such is life.' He sighed to himself, now on to business.

"May I come in, Harry?" the Headmaster asked. His eyes were still twinkling because of his most recent train of thought.

Harry was just about to open the door wider when he heard thundering on the stairs.

"Boy!! What have I told you about having those freaks in MY house?!" his uncle bellowed as he took in the fashion catastrophe that was Albus Dumbledore.

The Hogwarts headmaster had out done himself this time. His robes were fluorescent pink with neon green cats (that look a lot like Professor McGonagall, was Harry's thinking as he grinned) running around chasing bright yellow snitches. His hat and shoes matched the cats and bright pink ribbons tied his beard and hair.

Dumbledore grinned to himself as he noticed Harry's slight cringe at his uncle's loud bellowing. 'He just might be useful, after all.' Dumbledore thought about Dursley, remembering his plans for Harry after everything is over.

"I'm sorry, Sir." was Harry's response as he hung his head apparently in shame. Dumbledore's eyes twinkled brighter (impossible, I know but it still happened). "The Headmaster just came to wish me a Happy Birthday." he continued. Looking at his uncle through his raven fringe, smirking.

Vernon Dursley lost all color as he realized exactly what this meant. His freak nephew could now legally do magic. On top of that, he had just noticed that the man with Harry was the very same one that has been trying to get him to do horrendous things to Harry. Vernon didn't mind degrading and belittling the whelp, but down right beating and torturing a child was beyond even him. 'Good luck, Harry!!' was Dursley's last thought as he turned tail and ran back up the stairs.

"I just have to finish my packing and gather my gifts upstairs. Then we will be able to go, Sir" Harry said as he let Dumbledore in and started up the stairs.

As he followed Harry up the stairs, Albus' mind got to wondering if he would still be able to control the boy now that he was of age. Oh yes! Dumbledore really liked to control his weapons. He knew that after creating the new Dark Lord, he had to train someone to defeat said Dark Lord. Casting the spells on Tom, killing the Potters and getting Sirius put away had been much too easy. Making it so that Harry would trust, depend on and confide solely in him was proving to be a little more difficult. Especially after Sirius escaped four years ago to go after and kill Pettigrew. It would have totally blown his plans if Harry had found out the truth about why Peter was made secret keeper for James and Lily instead of Black. Albus didn't ever want to think about what would have happened if he had not taken care of those three.

Spelling Lily to believe she was in love with James instead of Sirius was definitely for the best. Harry was powerful enough without the Black blood. Dumbledore could only imagine how much more power the boy would have and how much harder he would be to control if Sirius had been his sire. As it was, three months after the wedding, James and Lily had announced that she was about six weeks along. So there was no doubt James had fathered Harry.

"I'll just be a few minutes, sir." he heard Harry say, startling him out of his thoughts. Dumbledore hadn't even realized that he had arrived at the door to the boy's room.

Upon entering, he noticed the pile of deliveries on the desk. 'Seems I didn't keep enough of them away' was his thinking as he noticed the thick stack of letters and cards presumably wishing Harry a happy birthday.

The headmaster eyed the letters and packages on the desktop. He knew he would have to deal with those who had disobeyed his order to not contact Harry for any reason. Instantly, he spotted one from Granger, another from Lovegood, yet another from Longbottom, and...what's this? Something from Weasleys?! Albus didn't think he would have to talk to Molly and Arthur, again. 'It would seem that Bill, Fred, George and Ginny needed to be taught to obey him. When they do so willingly, it makes things so much easier.' He knew he was getting too old to perform such complicated and powerful spells.

Remus had sent one also it seems. 'You would think with all his friends dying for being disloyal, he would behave like a good puppy.

Tonks!? Now, this was very unexpected. Maybe it is time for her little "chat". Daily life does not depend on her being able to transform.'

The next set of letters caused Albus to pale ever so slightly. 'I was afraid of this. What were they thinking!?! How can I get these away from Harry before he has a chance to read them. No doubt everything will change if he does. Those three should have known better than to try me. Good thing that they all are already dead!!'

He glanced over to see if Harry had noticed anything. 'No, of course the stupid boy had not. Now, how to get the letters from him.'

Smirking to himself, Dumbledore turned to Harry who was almost finished with his task and asked in his best grandfatherly tone, "Why don't I gather your letters and packages for you, my boy?"

"That would be great! And it would save some time. Thank you, sir." Harry replied having noticed the headmaster had spent a lot of time looking through his mail and wondered which letters caught is interest.

Laughing (on the inside) at his luck, Dumbledore shrank the stack, took the top three letters and discreetly put them in his pocket. After making sure Harry had not seen what he had done, he carried the items to the boy so he could add them to the trunk.

"Thank you." Harry said as he placed them in his trunk, closed it and locked it. Then, grinning at the Headmaster, Harry shrunk his trunk on his own.

"WOW! This is so wicked!!" exclaimed Harry with a genuine smile after doing his first bit of legal magic.

'You have no idea, silly boy!!!' Dumbledore thought as he led Harry back down the stairs and out the door to the apparation point. Laughing hysterically in his mind at his good fortune at pulling yet another one over on The-Boy-Who-Lived-To-Annoy-Him.

He didn't get the last laugh, though. As unbeknownst to Albus Dumbledore, the letters he stole from Harry vanished almost as soon as his hand left them in his pocket.

The two appeared in the yard of the Burrow.

"This is where I leave you, Harry. You are expected, so just go up and knock. I will see you this evening as there are many things we need to discuss." Then Dumbledore was gone leaving behind a very relieved Harry.

'FINALLY!!!!! I thought he was going to try and have another one of his talks. You'd think by now he would know his talks fall on deaf ears, I don't want to hear it! He can talk until he is blue in the face and I still wouldn't trust him ever again after Sirius.'

Harry smiled sadly at the image that created in his mind, Albus Dumbledore with a face as blue as his twinkling eyes.

Harry was almost to the door when it suddenly opened revealing a worried looking Bill.

"Harry!!! We thought you would be here sooner. What took you so long? Where is Dumbledore anyway?"

"Ummm, I had to pack and he left. But he said he would see me this evening?" Harry said with a questioning look at the grin that spread across Bill's face.

"Sure thing." was Bill's reply as he led Harry through the kitchen door. Of course, Molly Weasley greeted him with her customary hug and food because he was "just too thin". After finishing his meal, he went up to bed in Ron's room where he had slept when he was here before. Thankfully, Ron was already asleep. He didn't think he could handle a talk with Ron, as he was tired and wanted to rest for a while.

Lying down on the cot that was prepared for him, Harry began to clear his mind. He really needed to thank Hermione again for ordering that book on Occlumency. She taught him in weeks what Snape couldn't teach him in months. Naturally, she had to learn it first. Neither of them thought it a good idea to inform Ron. Harry didn't want anyone else to know just yet. He needed to find out who he really could trust before he gave up any more information to anyone. Especially Dumbledore and those who followed him blindly.

Harry had lost any trust he had for the Headmaster the night Sirius died. For Dumbledore to withhold such important information was unforgivable. He still wasn't sure if the prophecy was real. Surely if it were, someone would have said before that day. Right? Something about Albus Dumbledore just didn't feel right to Harry anymore. He knew he couldn't let on to anyone but those he knew for a fact he could trust; like Hermione. Who knows what he would do without her as a friend? Harry decided he would tell her the biggest secret he had. The fact that he had realized he is in love, and with whom. Boy was she going to Freak!!!!!

Soon after, Harry was sound asleep.
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