The Second Try

The Founders Chamber

Harry walked up to the gargoyle that hid the entrance to Dumbledore's office. The gargoyle simply got up and moved, not even waiting for a password. Harry chuckled. It was nice being the Heir.

"Harry. Please, come in." Dumbledore said, hiding his surprise that Harry had gotten past the gargoyle. "Sit down."

Harry sat in the chair opposite Dumbledore. "What do you need, Professor? I have flying lessons in two hours."

"Harry, I'd like to know why you decided to throw Mr. Malfoy across the Great Hall. His fath-"

"He insulted my wife." Harry stated, cutting him off. "As she is my soulmate, the laws clearly state that I can retaliate in whatever manner I deem necessary to protect her. "

Dumbledore leaned back. "How are you married already? You are only eleven. That cannot be legal." He began to use Legilmency to probe the boy's mind.

"You're not listening." Harry said, shaking his head. "She is my soulmate. We were married the moment we kissed." Which was more than a century ago.

"Be that as it may-" Dumbledore started, but suddenly froze. His mental probe had been deflected. It was not only stopped, but he was trapped, pinned by the sheer strength of Harry's mind.

"I'll thank you to keep the hell out of my head, Professor." Harry said flatly. "I will not be so tolerant next time." He pressed a bit harder on Dumbledore's mind before releasing him.

Shaking, Dumbledore groaned. Obviously the boy was a lot more powerful than he'd anticipated and was going to be uncooperative. "How did you survive the destruction of your aunt and uncle's home?" He asked. "They were found dead in their home. Your body was found there."

"I'd managed to sneak out and go for a morning walk. When I came back, the house was on fire and I ran away." Harry lied.

"You went to find help?" Dumbledore asked hopefully.

"Why would I look for help for people who beat me constantly? No, I just ran away." Harry stated calmly.

Dumbledore was shocked. This were not the actions of the hero Harry was supposed to be. He was supposed to be selfless. "Where have you been living?" Dumbledore asked.

"Diagon Alley. I've been emancipated for six years." Harry said.

"Well... I'm sure we can find a nice wizarding family to put you with... The Weasleys, the Diggo-" Dumbledore was already thinking of families that he could use to mold the boy properly.

"No." Harry said. "I'm happy the way I am."

"Harry, I really must insist-"

"No. I will not give up my emancipation. Oh, and you will find that you do not have access to my vaults or any form of legal control over me. I was quite surprised to find that you had complete control over my affairs. Some of those documents were quite suspicious... Why would my parents give you total control over their private vault and my legal affairs?" He looked straight at Dumbledore. "They were quite explicit that I not be sent to the Dursleys." He glared at Dumbledore, who was shocked.

"We- well, I-" Dumbledore tried to find a way to explain all of this. "It was for your protection. You needed to be unaware of the existence of the Wizarding world. Your fame would have corrupted you."

"Stop bullshitting me." Harry said angrily. Every word rang with powerful magic. Dumbledore felt the words like he'd been under the Imperius curse. He got up and turned around. "I know you forged those documents." Harry walked away, leaving a dumbstruck Dumbledore.

Harry walked down to the pitch hand-in-hand with Hermione. She'd laughed when he'd shared the experience of his meeting with Dumbledore. It had cooled her nerves about the flying lesson. She'd never been very good with broomsticks, even after a century of life. Harry was furious to see that the Griffindors and the Ravenclaws were together for flying lessons, meaning that he and Hermione were stuck with Ron and Neville.