Harry Potter Promise NR.11 - Sex Stories

Harry Potter Promise NR.11

... of the question, Harry continued. "You expect me to simply follow your orders and do what you want, with no explanation, after everything you've put me through?" Dumbledore's mouth opened and closed several times, before he stood up, his hands resting on his desk. "Mr. Potter, I put up with a lot from you, but I do not –" "No, you don't," Harry cut in abruptly. "You don't think, you don't act, you don't do anything. The only good I can see you being right now is a figurehead. At least your name still carries some weight, so Voldemort hasn't tried taking the school yet. But that's about it." Dumbledore was gaping now, and Harry felt himself slipping into a fighting stance, balancing his weight on his feet, spreading his legs to shoulder width to lower his center of gravity. In his head, he could hear Ginny almost cheering him on. Her approval spurred him forward, when before he may have simply left it at that and walked away. "You illegally placed me with people who abused me, you locked my godfather away without a trial, and failed to push for one when the truth was dangled in front of your face. You continually withhold information, and you think yourself a god. You're not infallible, Professor. You've made too many mistakes with my life and with this war. You let proven Death Eaters go free and expect them to want to change. You think you hold all the cards, but you don't. I wonder if you're not becoming more and more obsolete as the years pass by." Dumbledore now ...

... resembled a fish. Harry sighed. "I know you think you're in the right, and you're just trying to end this war. But you're going about it all wrong. You can't play chess with our lives and expect us to go along with it. The road to hell is paved with good intentions, and you're walking a fine line down that path. Absolute power corrupts absolutely." "Harry…" Dumbledore finally managed to speak. "You don't know what you're talking about." "Don't I?" Harry asked, just about using up the last of his patience. "Last I checked, it was my name on that prophecy you and Voldemort seem to put so much stock in. At least I know what he wants." "You can't. –" Dumbledore protested weakly. "Can't what? Put you two together in the same group? There's a saying, professor, about keeping your friends close and your enemies closer." Harry paused and leaned forward slightly. "Don't make me keep you closer." Dumbledore understood the meaning behind the words, and wondered just how things had deteriorated so quickly. He wouldn't believe that all hope was lost. He couldn't. There had to be a way to get Harry to understand. Harry rolled his eyes, knowing what the headmaster was thinking. "I have to go do some homework. But before I leave… professor, Voldemort disappeared fifteen years ago. You had thirteen years of peace before his return, to find proof of his continued existence, and to figure out why he didn't die. What have you been doing? Sitting on your hands, waiting for me to come along? Your faith in ...