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Harry jumped as Dumbledore's office door opened. He had spent what seemed like hours alone in the room, staring at endless shelves of books, trying to clear his mind. He still couldn't comprehend what had happened, why James would have tried to hurt him like that… His own father…
"Please, James, take a seat," Dumbledore said as he walked into the room, towards his desk. James trailed in behind him. He looked rather pale, and was moving slowly, as if he was half asleep.
James slumped into an armchair next to Harry's, but he didn't like in Harry's direction at all.
"Now," Dumbledore sighed, pouring out a cup of tea. "Professor Slughorn has informed me that there was a disturbance in his class today."
Neither James nor Harry responded. Dumbledore sighed again.
"Harry, did you take anything that belonged to James?"
"No sir," Harry said immediately. "I really have no idea what he was talking about." Harry twisted in his seat so he was facing James.
"James, I really didn't take anything of yours, I —"
"It was my mistake, Professor," James said, still not looking at Harry. "I thought he had taken something that belonged to me, but he hadn't. I overreacted."
"Harry, could you please return to class?" Dumbledore said calmly. "I believe you should be in Herbology right now."
"Yes, sir," Harry muttered, picking up his bag gingerly, trying not to brush his arm. He quickly left the room, closing the door with a soft click.
"I know you have been going through some very painful things," Dumbledore said taking a sip of tea. James shifted uncomfortably in his seat.
"But you must understand that such actions are entirely unacceptable here. If you continue to act out like this, I will be forced to take away your Head Boy status as well as revoke your Quidditch privileges."
James nodded, looking down again.
"I do not want you to think no one is here for you, James. Because we all certainly are. I know there are many good friends of yours in Gryffindor who want nothing more than your happiness. And Harry is one of those friends."
"Professor… I…" James began but he stopped. "I don't know who to trust anymore."
"Has anyone demonstrated that they are untrustworthy? Or are you projecting your distrust on others, causing them to appear that way?"
"I'm not sure…" James sighed, ruffling his hair.
"I think you need to take a step back from the situation, and reflect," Dumbledore said. "I know that might seem somewhat unimportant at a moment like this — not acting at all as opposed to taking action in some way — but I think by doing so you may find peace of mind and realize that although their is evil in the world, the world is not evil in itself."
"Yes, sir," James said.
"Why don't you go to the kitchens and ask the House Elves for some tea, they're very fond of you, you know," Dumbledore said as he finished his own cup. "And they make very nice biscuits, as well."
"Ok," James said, picking up his bag and slowly heading for the door. "Uh, Professor?"
"Thank you for not taking off any points or giving me detention or anything," James said as he leaned against the door frame and ruffled his hair. "It's… It's been hard."
"I know," Dumbledore said, his eyes twinkling. "I too have lost loved ones, and I always held my friendship with your parents dear to my heart. I stand by what I said at their funeral: they were very proud of you, and still are. Do not let anguish cloud your judgement."
James nodded before turning and closing the door behind him. As the marble statue spun revealing the exit, he caught a glimpse of yellow hair.
"James, look," Harry began, walking towards his father. James held up his hand.
"No, don't," James walked over to Harry's bag which he had left propped up against the wall and swung it over his shoulder. "Have you ever been to the kitchens?"
"No, I haven't," Harry said quietly.
"I've only been a few times," James said as they began to walk down the hall. "Sometimes, Sirius and I would miss dinner because we were working on a new prank and we'd sneak down to the kitchens after hours. The elves always let us in, and would have something ready for us in only a few minutes. I swear, they knew when we had missed dinner because it seemed like they were always prepared when we arrived."
Harry laughed with James as they rounded the corner, though his laughs quickly turned into winces as he jostled his arm by accident. James eyed Harry as he cradled his right arm.
"I know you've been keeping things quiet and you don't want to tell me, and I get that your business is your business, but as your friend I… I really want to know what happened. To your arm," James said, motioning slightly.
"It's kind of a long story," Harry said.
"It's fine, Quidditch practice isn't for a while."
"No, you don't understand," Harry said, looking down. "It's a really long story. I appreciate your concern and all but, I just… I don't think…"
"It's ok, I get it mate," James said, cutting off Harry's stammers. "Just know that when you are ready to tell me, I'm here. And if things get… Bad, in anyway, you let me know straight away, alright?"
"You believe me though, don't you?" Harry asked quietly. "I didn't steal from you."
"Let's just not talk about that right now," James said dismissively. "There are more important things that I should be worried about anyways.
"This might sound strange to you but, I kind of consider you family. I know we never were able to ask my parents about whether or not they knew of your parents or if we really were cousins, but I really just get the feeling that we are. And now, with them gone, you're the last person I have left," James trailed off.
"I'm sorry I can't tell you," Harry said guiltly.
"Don't be sorry, just know that I care about you, you're like a brother to me, just like Sirius and Remus and Peter," James said, clapping Harry on the shoulder. Harry jerked away wincing.
"Oh, oops, sorry," James said sheepishly, jumping away.
"No, it's fine, barely felt it," Harry said forcing a laugh. "I needed you to knock me out of that sappy moment anyways."
"Oh shut it, you prick," James said laughing as they continued to make their way to the kitchens.
"Voldemort is growing impatient," Severus muttered as the Order of the Phoenix sat in silence around the wooden table that had been set up in the vast room in the astronomy tower. The stairs twinkled through the tall windows, an image that would have often induced feelings of peace but now just brought up feelings of vast uncertainty.
"We should be doing more to find Harry," Sirius growled, breaking the silence by drumming his knuckles on the table.
"No," Snape said curtly. "Potter has already been able to find a possible path to us, we need to be concerned about what's going on here. Voldemort's impatience is only going to take the form of him lashing out."
"Harry is our biggest concern," Sirius shot back. "We need to figure this out before Voldemort does, we need to get to him first."
"You know, Dumbledore," Mad-Eye moody muttered, uncrossing his legs and letting his foot fall with a heavy clunk. "Have you put any more thought into why Voldemort seems to remember Harry and no one else here does?"
Everyone's gaze shifted to Dumbledore's as he stroked his beard. He sighed heavily.
"What I'm about to disclose must not leave this tower," Dumbledore said quietly. Total silence enveloped the room.
"I have reason to believe that Harry and Voldemort share a connection, a deep connection. Not just from Harry's scar or the events that happened when he was a baby, but also from the events that sent him back to the past.
"Voldemort was trying to take Harry's life energy for his own, and instead pulled Harry out of line with the rest of the world, thus sending him back in time. I believe, however…" Dumbledore trailed off as his gaze shifted across the room, making eye contact with each of the members of the Order.
"I believe he may have been somewhat successful, thus strengthening that original bond between them."
"You think he was successful?" Remus asked in a hushed tone.
"I believe that it is very likely that Voldemort was able to tear away some of Harry's life energy, yes," Dumbledore nodded. "But I believe Harry may have taken with him some of Voldemort's as well. Almost as if their energies mixed for a second, and then were pulled away once more."
"So, Voldemort remembers, because Voldemort is there with him," Remus said, his eyebrows furrowed.
"Yes, I believe so," Dumbledore said. "Though, I honestly cannot explain why none of us remember him being there. Despite not receiving 'live updates' if you will, we were still there, in the past, with him. We should remember everything, even things Voldemort has not seen yet."
"What if Harry hasn't gone back in time," Sirius whispered. "What if he's lost somewhere else?"
Dumbledore sighed and stood up.
"I am going to go for a walk along the grounds. Severus?"
Snape stood up swiftly and together the two exited the tower. Mrs. Weasley sniffled several times as Mr. Weasley patted her on the back.
"There, there, dear, I'm sure Harry is fine, he's a strong boy."
"But that's just it, he's just a boy," Mrs. Weasley sniffed.
"We need to go to the only connection we have to Harry," Sirius said suddenly, staring straight in front of him.
"Sirius…" Remus said cautiously. "I hope you don't mean what I think you mean…"
"We all know it's our only lead," Sirius growled, standing up and gripping the back of his chair until his knuckles turned white. "Voldemort's connection with Harry is our only lead. We need to use it."
"You expect us to somehow capture and coerce the most dangerous man known to our world?" Remus said, his face full of doubt. "You cannot be serious."
"I am fucking serious," Sirius replied, slamming the back of his chair into the table. "No one else is coming up with any fucking ideas, we're just sitting here, our heads together, tails between our legs saying 'oh jeez, I guess he's lost somewhere out in time and space, maybe he'll magically make it back on his own!' Well, this isn't up to just him! He's just a boy! And he doesn't have to do everything on his fucking own!"
"Sirius — " Remus began, standing up.
"No, don't "Sirius" me," Sirius snarled his face so close to Remus's their noses were almost touching. "I thought out of everyone here, you would understand this. I thought you would have my back. If I have to find Voldemort and hold him down with one hand and hex him to oblivion with the other to get Harry back, I fucking will."
Sirius and Remus stood frozen, neither moving a single muscle as the remained in the stalemate. Eventually Remus's eyes shifted to the floor, and then his head turned to the side.
"I can't believe you," Sirius said coldly, before turning on his heel and brusquely leaving the tower.