Chapter 37: Chapter 37: Blood!
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Leaning back in his chair, Dumbledore let out a large breath. "I'm sorry that you had to go through that at such a young age." Harry could tell that he was slightly relieved, but by what?
Perhaps that it had been muggles to kill the Dursleys, rather than dark wizards? "Where have you been living all of these years?"
'Oh, you know, the usual,' Loki began. 'Apartments and hotel rooms funded by theft and blood money.'
Ignoring Loki, Harry answered, "A few weeks before this, I was cleaning the attic when I found my mother's Hogwarts letter." Neutrality flowed into his tone, as though he was concealing a concealing a non-existent sadness.
"It had the address of Diagon Alley on it, and I decided to go there. If I could do strange things, then what explanation was there other than magic?" A snort escaped him. "That's what I thought at six, anyway."
Dumbledore leaned forward, steepling his hands. "Surely you have not raised yourself since you were but a child?"
"Well, I was terrified of being found, since the Dursleys had constantly told me that an orphanage would administer beatings to me for the slightest mistake" – Harry suppressed a smirk as Dumbledore's face expression twisted into one of slight horror, ironically at the only part of the story which was actually true – "so I certainly wasn't going to turn myself in or anything. After a while I moved abroad and managed to get a tutor, as you might be able to tell from my dramatic smoke back in the hall."
Dumbledore nodded, a slight smile crossing his face. "And may I ask who this tutor is?"
Harry grinned, winking at the man. "You can ask, but I won't tell you."
One of Dumbledore's eyebrows raised. "Is that so?" When Harry gave no response, he continued, "Very well. I hope that one day you shall trust me enough to tell me, but for now, we must discuss your enrolment at Hogwarts."
Mimicking the man's expression, Harry said, "I don't recall making any plans to attend this school. If I remember correctly, you already have a champion competing in the tournament."
Dumbledore's blue eyes twinkled madly, filled with either mischief. Harry briefly wondered what spell he used to get that effect. It was probably quite similar to the one he had used in the hall to get his eyes to glow neon green.
"I'm sure that Beauxbatons and Durmstrang won't mind since you weren't at Hogwarts when the names were put into the Goblet of Fire – I'm assuming you weren't the one to place your name in there."
'Of course he was!' Loki confirmed. 'Being forced into a tournament far beneath his skill-level is his dream!'
'Weren't you the one who was telling me this was a good opportunity to show off and make allies?'
'No,' Loki denied. 'It must have been one of the other voices milling about in this psychotic head of yours.'
Resisting the urge to sigh, Harry answered, "Of course not. I wasn't even in the school." He paused for a second. "Speaking of that, do you happen to have the piece of paper that came out of the Goblet?"
With a nod, Dumbledore dug into one of his obnoxiously-coloured robe's pockets and retrieved a piece of parchment, reaching across the table and dropping it in front of Harry.
As predicted, it was written in blood.
Nothing could be done to get him out of the tournament, but Loki would stop any future re-occurrences. Nonetheless, Harry tapped his wand against it, reducing it to dust.
"Blood," Harry murmured aloud. "Where would someone have gotten my blood, Dumbledore?"
A grimace graced said man's face. "Well, there are multiple places, though it most likely to be the sample taken after Voldemort attacked you-"
"And why wasn't it destroyed?" Harry demanded. Surely even wizards wouldn't be so inept as to let people have the blood of their babies?
It would take a rather knowledgeable wizard to be able to do anything with it, but still…. That reminded Harry that Dumbledore himself might have been the one to place his name within the Goblet of Fire, but he dismissed the thought for now. If it came to a fight, he wouldn't stand a chance.
Once again, Dumbledore grimaced.
"Normally, it would have been, but at the time not all of the Death Eaters undercover had been discovered, and it wouldn't have been too difficult for one to steal a sample." He leaned back in his chair and sighed, apparently ashamed of the stupidity of wizards. "Perhaps we can move back to the subject of Hogwarts?"
'Perhaps you should go to Hogwarts – even if only for a few lessons. There can be no harm in it, and perhaps we will learn something - though I highly doubt it. It will also make gaining allies far easier as well as giving you a room.'
'I guess.'
"Fine, Dumbledore, but I will not be attending the school officially. I will not let lessons interfere with my training regime for the tournament."
'After all, I don't think Hogwarts teaches laser-vision.'
'Not this again,' groaned Loki.
'What?! If I am to rise as a benevolent dictator who happens to kill anyone who disagrees with him, then pretending to be Superman will greatly help me gain a following!'
"Very well, Harry," Dumbledore said, his lips beginning to curl into a grin once again. "I suppose that I can settle for that, though I do hope you will return next year."
"Perhaps." He allowed no incredulity to slip into his tone, lest Dumbledore take offence. Why would he choose to stay in the presence of children for longer than necessary?
Dumbledore stood, moving over to an ancient-looking leather hat atop a shelf. "And now you must be sorted," he said, lifting up the dirty clothing.
A frown broke upon Harry's face. "I don't-"
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