Heir to the Moon (V2)

II.X Amelia Bones

Sitting in Dumbledore's spacious office, Harry glanced around at the various artifacts and trinkets adorning the walls and shelves. His loyal Hawk Lyra was perched on his shoulder, her piercing amber eyes surveying the room with keen interest. The day before the Hogwarts Express departed for winter break, Harry had been summoned to meet with the Headmaster.

"Harry my boy," said Dumbledore, his expression grave, "I saw your name on the list to leave Hogwarts. Your reason stated was to visit your family, but surely this must be a mistake. After all, the only family you have left are the Dursleys."

Dumbledore's words were cut off by Harry's sudden outburst of maniacal laughter. A dark gleam entered his eyes as they turned a deep shade of red, like the blood moon itself. "Oh Headmaster," he sneered, venom dripping from his voice, "you are truly amusing. But you are not as clever as you believe yourself to be. You are so set in your ways that you cannot see when you are wrong or understand the consequences of your actions. I am indeed going to visit my family for Christmas break, and if you try to keep me here against my will, my grandmother will have you arrested for kidnapping."

Dumbledore's eyebrows raised slightly at this threat but maintained his calm demeanour. "But my dear boy," he replied with a twinkle in his eye, "as your magical guardian, I have the authority to keep you here if I believe it is in your best interest."

The tension in the room was palpable, as Harry's voice dripped with contempt toward Dumbledore. "And that is where you are wrong," he sneered, his eyes flashing with anger. "First and foremost, you are not my magical guardian. My Grandmother Leto holds that title, according to the ICW. And the muggles you placed me with are either in prison or deported. No, I am not going to stay here. I am going to my loving and caring family."

Dumbledore sighed heavily, his aged features betraying a sense of defeat. "But my boy," he began.

Harry cut him off, his voice cold and cutting. "The Dursleys are not my family," he declared firmly.

A smirk tugged at the corner of Harry's lips as he continued, "You live up to your name, Dumb as a Door. Do I need to come in here with a whistle? Because Malaka, you sound like a pedophile when you call me that." His words were laced with venom, each syllable dripping with disdain.

Taking a deep breath, Harry paused before composing his thoughts. "Listen here, Malaka," he addressed Dumbledore directly. "Aunt Amelia - you know, my father's sister - already does not like you. And nobody in Greece likes you either. So what is it going to be? You let me go home or I send a letter that states you have kidnapped me and are keeping me at school with your delusions of grandeur." The room fell silent as the weight of Harry's threat hung in the air.

Dumbledore's voice was calm and soothing, but Harry could feel the tension rising in his body. "But my boy," he said, his voice laced with concern. "I can always change your magical guardian to myself and get you away from your so-called dark family."

Harry scoffed, his eyes flashing with anger. "Really? Your influence with the International Confederation of Wizards is gone. You were removed from both the ICW and the Wizengamot when you willingly put me with a family that endangered my life and put me at risk of becoming an Obscurial," he snapped. "And that is the second time you have referred to my family as a 'Dark Family.'"

"But my boy," Dumbledore tried again.

"Malaka!" Harry interrupted, his voice dripping with disdain. "Next time I am summoned here, I will be bringing a whistle. You sound like a pedophile, preying on young innocent children." He stared at Dumbledore, daring him to continue. "You only have two options: one, you let me go home, or two, you face charges with the ICW for kidnapping a Greek citizen."