Transition (standard:fantasy, 3053 words)
Author: Gryfinndor_Girl	Added: Jun 25 2002	Views/Reads: 3466/2291	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Spin-off from the Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix fanfic. Harry faces the funeral of his only surviving relatives, and comes to a turning point in his life.

Transition... 

‘Harry, Dumbledore told me that he wants to see you' said a slightly
frowning Ron, as he made his way over to his friend sitting near the 
common room fire. 

‘Did he say what it was about?' asked Harry as he pulled himself out of
the comfy seat, getting ready to go. 

‘Nah, but he looked a bit serious' said Ron flopping into Harry's now
vacant seat. 

Harry walked down the stone corridors to Dumbledore's office, deep in
thought, feet doing the walking for him. The sunset cast a bloody glow 
on the walls as the sun sank beneath the snow capped mountains 
surrounding the school. He made his way to Dumbledore's office, gave 
the password to the gargoyle, and paused outside the door. He 
straightened his skewed tie, and knocked the door quietly. 

‘Come in' came the voice from behind door, soft and reassuring. 

‘Good evening Harry, take a seat' said Dumbledore smiling warmly towards
Harry. 

Harry nodded to the headmaster, and sat down in the comfy red seat,
waiting for the headmaster to begin. Dumbledore stood up from his 
chair, and took a seat opposite him. Harry began to feel a little 
unnerved, wondering what had happened to cause the grave face on the 
usually cheerful headmaster. 

‘Harry, it's your uncle, aunt and cousins funeral this weekend' he said,
looking at Harry sadly. 

‘Oh,' said Harry, taken by surprise by the statement. He had blocked out
the memory of the night of the fire, and tried not thinking about it 
too much. 

‘Would you like to go? You are of course excused from school for the
weekend' said Dumbledore softly. 

‘...Yes, I would' said Harry after a long pause, seriously considering
not going. 

‘I thought you would. Now, Molly Weasley has offered to take you there
and back for the train for the trip home, if that's ok with you?' he 
said. 

Harry nodded, lost in thoughts of his years with the Dursleys. However
much he hated them, this was not how it wanted it to end. Angry 
thoughts flew through his mind, and he nearly forgot Dumbledore was 
there until he broke into his thoughts a few minutes later. 

‘Professor Figg will be taking you to Hogsmeade tomorrow night' he said.


‘What for?' asked Harry, confusion spreading across his features. 

‘You'll need appropriate muggle clothing for the funeral. Now would you
like anyone to go with you?' Dumbledore asked softly. 

‘No. I'm fine on my own' said Harry firmly, getting up to leave. 

‘Harry, I know it must be hard on you, loosing anyone is always hard,
especially family' he said. 

Harry had his hand on the door handle, when he turned thoughtfully to
the headmaster. After a few moments he spoke again. 

‘They weren't my family' he said quietly, shutting the door quietly
behind himself. 

* 

‘So Harry, what did Dumbledore want with you?' Hermione asked a pale
Harry, who had just sat by her in the common room. 


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