The Alpha Dynasty (Sequel to MARKED FOR DESTINY) (Book 2 of 2)

49. Anger & Heartbreak

Harry had received the letter the following day, asking if he could please meet up with Snape and Dumbledore as soon as possible.  Harry not wanting to waste any more time on the matter, wondering what the hell was going on, said that yes, he would be there that afternoon.  He was feeling trepidation and anxiety hit him full force at what was going to happen, and only had Draco to thank for keeping him sane.  When he had told Draco about the meeting he had simply said, "I told you they would tell you when they were ready angel", and Harry smiled at his all knowing lover.

Kissing him and his babies goodbye, he said not to wait up for him, because he didn't know how long he was going to be.  Draco said it was fine, and that he should stay safe.  He apparated out of the Manor in a flash, and appeared on the front steps of the castle.  The steps where he had heard a voice telling him - keep doing what you're doing, and in time it shall be - and he wondered who had uttered those words.  Probably Hogwarts herself, he thought with a smile, and made his way towards the dungeons, where he was sure to find Professor Snape.

Knocking on the door he waited until it was opened.  When Snape did indeed appear, it looked like he hadn't slept at all.  Harry frowned at the man in front of him, and stepped inside after the offer of invite was given.  Snape had asked Harry to come before their meeting with the Headmaster, knowing that he had to fill him in on some things.  He had to tell him what he knew, and then they would be able to address the situation together.

He poured them each a glass of whiskey, and settled down in the armchairs in front of the fire.  Harry could sense that Severus didn't know how to lead the conversation, but he would wait.  Being a Matrix earned you the right to say things when others thought it impertinent.  It earned you the right to talk out of turn, and it earned you the right to speak when you felt the time was right for others to hear it.

He cleared his throat and started talking, while looking into the flames.  And each word that left his mouth made Harry begin to shake with confusion and he had so many questions.

"Albus told me about a month ago, that the Nature Wizard visited him in a dream one night.  He said the dream felt so real, that he had no other choice but to re evaluate his mere existence.  He received a message, one that he wasn't prepared for, and one that he has accepted without failure.  He has had the dream only the one time, but if I know Albus, he is taking measures to ensure that this dream becomes a reality".  

He looked Harry in the eye and asked him something.  Something that Harry hadn't been expecting.  "Has Albus asked you for forgiveness in anything Harry?"

Harry nodded and said yes.  "For leaving me with the Dursleys", he croaked out.  Let's face it, the only time someone needs to hear that they are forgiven is when they are facing death.  And Harry would not accept it.  He looked at Severus, and without asking the question, it was answered.  "He has asked me for mine as well", said Snape softly, and that's when the hairs on Harry's neck stood up, because he knew why his Headmaster had done this.

"Albus is dying Harry.  He doesn't have much time left, which is why we asked you here today.  He told me a month ago, and I recently told him that I cannot carry this weight alone.  I told him that either he tells you or I do.  That he needs to tell you", he choked out.  Harry was not only feeling uncomfortable at the man's tears, but also a sense of betrayal of being let out of something that was so important.  

"What exactly was the message Severus?", he asked when he found his voice.  Snape looked at him and said that Dumbledore asked that he be the one to tell him, to which Harry responded with a nod.  Saying nothing further, he downed his whiskey in one shot, slammed his glass on the table, and left without saying a word.  His anger needed to be dealt with before his meeting, and most definitely before he went home to Draco.

He ran and he ran, until he could feel that his legs couldn't carry him any further, and when he arrived at wherever it was, he fell to his knees and shouted at the universe.  He screamed and shouted until his throat was raw, hating that a life had to be taken in order for life to go on.  He struck his hands out, hitting the trees with his bare fists, slamming his hands into the earth making it shake with sorrow.  He tore off his jacket and threw it on the ground, and he kept on shouting out.  He ripped his shirt off in anger, and because the emotion had become so strong, that it was overtaking him, Harry started to move in slow motion once again.

The students as well as the teachers had heard his cries of anguish and had rushed out of class, to see what the commotion was about.  They could see him at the edge of the forest, his hands bleeding, his magic very volatile, flowers blooming when he touched their stems.  Trees and their leaves shaking because of his anger, trying to express what he was feeling.  The animals in the forest coming to look at what had made the Alpha so angry, that he was willing to hurt nature.  

But Harry was paying no notice to anyone.  Anything he could get his hands on was going to be torn apart, whether it was a tree or whether it was a muggle car.  He wanted to drown in his anger, because he hadn't felt this in so long.  This anger, and this desperation to know why had he been left out of the loop.  But Alpha magic was a wonderful thing.  Every time Harry would hit the tree, it would right itself again, standing stronger and firmer than before.  His magic had been united here, so the forest was there for him in every way.

Snape was worried that he would go and take his anger out on Dumbledore and had tried to call him back, but Harry had paid him no mind.  All the teachers were standing there at the front steps of the castle watching Harry, and even Dumbledore had come to look at what had captured everyone's attention.  Hearing the cry of the Alpha, and watching him move in slow motion, his hair wet with sweat and sticking to his neck, and there was a harsh wind blowing, and they couldn't take their eyes off him.

The birds flew out of their nests to come and see what had made the Alpha storm the forest the way he had, there were Acromantula, centaurs, snakes and even the merpeople in the Black Lake had surfaced, to see and try and figure out what had made him sound so desperately angry and heart broken.

Harry stopped hitting everything that was in front of him, slowly feeling his anger come to an end, but his cries could be heard for miles away.  He would cry until someone told him that what he had heard is not true.  He walked in slow motion deeper into the forest, and with tears running down his face, feeling like he had been walking forever, he eventually found himself facing the Whomping Willow.

Breathing harshly with his mouth dry and his throat sore, he sank down with his  head in his arms, and cried his heart out.  He cried for all the death in the world, he cried for all the heartbreak, wishing that he could take it away.  He cried for the unfairness of what the world thought was right.  He cried for the fact that he and Draco hadn't found each other before they had.  He cried at the way that the Weasleys and Hermoine had treated him after the war.  He cried for losing Sirius Black, his godfather, knowing that they would have made an amazing team.  He cried and cried and cried.

And he cried from hearing the news that his mentor, Albus Dumbledore, was dying, and there was nothing he could do about it.