𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐄 || 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 || 𝐇𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒

Chapter 1

Harry was working on his Charm's essay in the Gryffindor common room when a Second Year with pigtails came and handed him a note. She scurried away as quickly as she came. He rolled his eyes, and opened the note.

Harry,

Please come to my office. We must speak about your living arrangements when you return home.

Albus Dumbledore

P.S Recently, I have been infatuated with flying saucers.

Harry scoffed. Hogwarts is his home not that blasted Muggle house. He sighed and stood up, packing his schoolwork away as he went. He walked out of the common room, down the stairs and through the castles cold corridors until he reached the Headmasters Gargoyle. "Flying Saucers" As the Gargoyle moved slowly, Harry started to get impatient. Honestly, why couldn't he have a portrait like everybody else does?

As he trudged up the stairs, he noticed there was a layer of dust, like ground stone on the stairs. He scuffed it as he walked up and could see worn stone underneath. He had never noticed the dust before. Why was it here? Dumbledore's office was the cleanest place ever – he was a clean freak! He put these thoughts to the back of his mind when he reached the wooden door that stood in front of him proudly. The raven-haired boy did not bother knocking. Why should he respect the Headmasters privacy when he did not respect his own?

"Ah, Harry my boy. Good to see you. How have you been?" Harry was assaulted by Albus' voice as he stepped through the doorway. He did not reply immediately, instead taking time to survey the room around him with cold eyes. The desk was still in the middle of the room, and shelves lined the walls with an assortment of objects decorating them. Fawkes sat on his perch watching Harry with a warm gaze and Albus sat behind his desk, hands on the table fixing Harry with his twinkling eyes.

Harry sighed, "I have been... surprised this week. I found some information about me." He looked at the old man who had a slight look of alarm in his eyes. "I discovered that... I have some powerful ancestors in my line. Did you know that? One had a demon inheritance. I read about it in one of the books in my vault. Very interesting it was." Dumbledore's look of alarm had faded slightly however he was still wary. "It was a very informative trip to Gringotts. I went over my vaults with Grapclaw and-"

"My, my Harry. You have been busy this week. Now, how about we discuss your arrangements this summer." Albus interrupted.

Harry merely hummed in response and looked around the room again, seeing if anything caught his eye. He sighed and sat down gracefully on the chair in front of the Headmasters desk. Albus' left eye twitched as he watched Harry sit. Since when did he get so graceful? He is supposed to be clumsy. Oh well, more important matters to discuss.

"I hope you understand that if I could, I would not put you with these muggles. However, it is for the greater good. I am truly sorry. I know of your... dislike shall we say, for your family, but they are family. Your only family left. Please do try get along with them; it is for your own good as well." He says with sorrow clouding his eyes. Harry scoffs internally. He wants to argue but if he does, he shows his hand too early. Instead, he nods his head once, sharply, before standing up swiftly. "Is that all?" he asks in a hard cold voice. Albus looks taken aback at his tone but merely smiles and waves goodbye. Harry turns on his heel and exits the room brooding over the audacity Albus has to leave him with those Muggles.