The Punch Line ~George Weasley~

T W E N T Y - S I X

"You do care. You care so much you feel like you will bleed to death beacause of it" Dumbledore speaks softly, his hands clasped together on his lap.

Harry gets to his feet, Harry turns and moves to the door. He yanks on the handle, but the door will not open. He glances over to me, I avert my eyes from his gaze looking down at my scuffed shoes.

"Let me out" Harry says bluntly.

"No" Dumbledore responds.

"You can't keep me in here!" Harry draws his wand, looking furious.

"I daresay I can. And if you actually do attack me with that wand, Harry, I'm afraid to say you will regret it" Dumbledore warns, I look over to Harry hoping that he makes the right descision.

He is silent, breathing hard and glaring at Dumbledore. The Headmaster indicated the chair infront of his desk, besides me, Harry finally sits, sulking in his usual way.

"It is my fault Sirius dies tonight," Dumbledore pauses "I have kept many things from you, Harry. Things I should not have concealed. You had a right to know but I put off telling you," He sighs, sadly, his young bright attitude suddenly melting away to age him "Had I told you that Voldemort might try to lure you down to the Department of Mysteries you would have never have gone there tonight. Sirius never would have gone after you.
  "That fault lies with me. I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me one day. Harry, I owe you this explanation to show you the failings of an old man. Our explanation begins with your scar. You already know that it is a connection betwee you and Voldemort, and that this connection goes both ways. I grew worried that Voldemort tried at some point to discovert this connectiong, which he did that night Mr.Weasey was attacked"

"I already know this" Harry spoke, his voice laced with anger and rage, along with his gaze.

"Haven't you wondered why I haven't spoken to you, even looked at you, for months?" Dumbledore asks.

"Well, yeah, I did..." Harry mumbles, slightly slumping in his chair.

"I was worried that if Voldemort discovered there was a closer relationship between us than simply teacher and student he would use you to spy on the Order. Another mistake. Voldemort showed us both tonight that his aim in possessing you would not be to destroy me, but to destroy you.
  "Sirius told me you believed there was a snake inside you. This was Voldemort attempting to manipulate you. To protect you from this, I had you study Occlumency" Dumbledore spoke, each word precise and directly to Harry, I felt out of place being in the middle of the conversation but I knew why Dumbledore hadn't told me to leave.

"But Snape stopped giving me lessons" Harry said, his gaze lifting from the floor to Dumbledore.

"Yes. I thought he could overcome his feelings towards your father, but I was wrong. Some wounds cut too deep to be healed" Dumbledore sighs.

"He barely taught me, though. I always felt more open to it after lessons. Like he was trying to open me up to Voldemort-" Harry spoke.

"I would trust Snape with my life, Harry. You have never recovered from your mistrust of him in your first year" Dumbledore interjected.

"Sirius didn't trust him. Didn't believe he'd really turned to our side..." Harry trailed off.

"Again, some wounds run too deep to be healed, Harry. Severus and Sirius never liked each other at school. This has never changed. During your Occulumency lessons, Professor Snape discovered that you were dreaming about the door in the Department of Mysteries" Dumbledore affirmed.

"But Professor, Harry's been dreaming about that all year, before Voldemort discovered the connection if I'm correct right?" I say, asking Harry he nods, his gaze on the carpet.

"Yes. Voldemort has been obsessed with hearing that prophesy since he returned. Because of your scar, what he was obsessed with, you were obsessed with, in the form of your dreams," He pauses "Once he discovered the connection, Voldemort had little difficulty in manipulating you into thinking he had captured Sirius"

"But I checked Grimmauld Place! Kreacher said-" Harry urged.

"Kreacher lied. He wanted you to go to the Department of Mysteries" Dumbledore interjected, once more.

"What?" I asked, lacing my eyebrows together.

"Why?" Harry asked.

"Kreacher has been serving two masters for some months now" Dumbledore said, Harry and I looked at each other.

"What?" We asked in unison.

"It appears that when Sirius told him to get out, Kreacher thought he meant out of the house. So he went to the Black's closest relatives, the Malfoys. Obviously, they questioned him. Sirius had forbidden him giving up important secrets. But Sirius had neglected to mention his relationship with you.
    "He told them how you saw him as a mixutre of a father and a brother, and that you would move Heaven and Earth to save Sirius. Voldemort knew that making you belive he had Sirius in the Department of Mysteries would force you there" He revealed, both Harry and I looking at each other for some sort of answer.