The Assassin

The Assassin - Chapter 8

Chapter 8

Green fiery eyes stared down icy blue eyes, as neither made a move. The room seemed to still as the words sunk in. The Order members looked to their leader for confirmation and guidance, not knowing what to do next. Harry's smirk only increased as he watched the flabbergasted look overtake the old male's face, trying to obviously comprehend the words that came out of his mouth. Harry's eyes roamed over the rest of the members in attendance, finding pleasure in the shocked looks. How fun this encounter would be for him.

Dumbledore's cheeks flushed red in anger, not believing the fool before him that was obviously trying to trick them all. There was no way that this was the missing boy they had desperately been searching for. There was no way he would just appear out of thin air, randomly, without a trace all these years. He wouldn't be allowing such disrespect in his office, let alone the fact the stranger had been sitting at his desk of all places; no one sat at his desk.

Many shook their heads as they took in the sight of the young man who claimed to be the missing child. Although they could see attributes of the child's parents within him, there was no way this was the one and only Harry Potter. Severus continued to train his wand directly at the stranger's head, mesmerised by the same green eyes his childhood best friend had. The words slowly seemed to absorb and realisation dawned at who he was pointing his wand at. Shame took over many as they slowly lowered their wands. While a few remained on the cautious side and continued on with their wands pointing at the boy.

"I very much doubt that, young man. The boy we are looking for, Harry Potter, has a scar on his forehead in the shape of a lighting scar. You my dear boy, do not have one," Dumbledore said in an authority manner, trying to get the truth out of whoever this little brat was.

"That will all be explained in due time," Harry smirked, not backing down.

"Excuse you?" Dumbledore asked in shock, the further disrespect from the young man only irritating him more.

"I will explain why I no longer have a scar when the time is right, Headmaster Dumbledore," he replied with nothing more than a smirk on his face.

Waves of anger seeped from the old man, the disrespect was unlike anything he had to deal with in a very long time. Dumbledore looked into the green eyes that defiantly stared back at him. If this brat wouldn't reveal himself, or why he was truly here, he would have no choice but to force it out of him. Pushing into the mind of the stranger he tried to dig around as subtly as he could. Yet he was instantly met with strong barriers that protected his mind. Within less than a second, he was pushed out of the stranger's mind, finding angry eyes glaring at him.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you, Headmaster Dumbledore," Harry growled, not flinching a muscle even if his body wanted to lunge at the man so badly. "Accessing minds without permission can be treacherous grounds."

"I am sorry, my boy. I'm sure you can understand the circumstances I've been throu-" he said before being cut off, his red cheeks only reddening from the embarrassment of being called out in front of many Order members.

"Do not call me your boy. I don't know you. You don't know me. Let's keep this civil and formal. As for these circumstances you have been through, it does not give you the right to access my mind without consent. Am I not correct?" he spat out furiously, making the others in the room shiver under his enormous power and dark demeaner.

"You are correct," Dumbledore nodded his head in a show of submission, even though he strongly believed the boy was wrong. "How about you take a seat over here so we may sort this out, yes?"

Harry carefully looked at the old coot, scrutinising every move and breath the other made. Not knowing if he should trust him enough yet, he decided to give in partially by standing up and stepping over to the other side of the desk. He came to stand beside chairs so no one was out of his line of vision. He smiled darkly at the other in defiance as he continued to stand. Finding satisfaction in the uncontrollable twitch that adorned the Headmaster's face as he made his way to his own desk chair. Once more, he thought of how fun this was going to be. It would make all his anxiety disappear to know the other was struggling by his ominous presences.