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| "It was rather more than a few chores, sir," said Harry angrily. "They made me do *everything*. I started learning to cook when I was five, because they expected me to do all the cooking. All the cleaning. All the gardening." | "It was rather more than a few chores, sir," said Harry angrily. "They made me do *everything*. I started learning to cook when I was five, because they expected me to do all the cooking. All the cleaning. All the gardening." |
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| "Harry, this exaggeration doesn't do you credit," Dumbledore reprimanded him. | "Harry...I understand it must have felt overwhelming---" Dumbledore started. |
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| "Exaggeration?" He paused. "Have wizards got any way to compel truth? Or to view memories?" | "You don't believe me, do you?" He paused. "Have wizards got any way to prove I’m lying? Or look into my memories, maybe?" |
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| "We do," allowed Dumbledore. "But most of them are illegal to use on minors." He considered for a moment, then said, "I have one, however, that could be used..." He stood up. "It will take me fifteen minutes to prepare. In that time, I suggest you meet with your friends, and allay their concerns." | "We do," allowed Dumbledore. "But most of them are illegal to use on minors without consent from a guardian---or the Wizengamot.” He considered for a moment, then said, "I have one, however, that could be used..." He stood up. "It will take me fifteen minutes to prepare. In that time, I suggest you meet with your friends, and allay their concerns." |
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| Harry stretched out a hand, and his fingers touched the surface...and he found himself falling. He started to panic, but then his feet touched the stone floor, and he realized that he was in the Great Hall. | Harry stretched out a hand, and his fingers touched the surface...and he found himself falling. He started to panic, but then his feet touched the stone floor, and he realized that he was in the Great Hall. |
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| Twice. | And so was he. |
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| As per the memory he'd chosen, he saw himself and Ron eating lunch, and Draco Malfoy approaching. | As per the memory he'd chosen, he saw himself and Ron eating lunch, and Draco Malfoy approaching. |
| "Please do so." | "Please do so." |
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| Madam Pomfrey pulled out her wand, and walked over to Harry. She flicked it up and down his body, frowning. "I'm showing signs of broken bones that were not properly set...his immune system is not quite up to snuff...he's rather small for his age---you remember that James was quite a bit larger. And...scurvy." She looked at Dumbledore, aghast. "I've not seen scurvy in //decades!// Whoever has been taking care of this boy, they've not been doing a good job of it." | Madam Pomfrey pulled out her wand, and walked over to Harry. She flicked it up and down his body, frowning. "I'm showing signs of broken bones that were not properly set...his immune system is not quite up to snuff...he's rather small for his age---you remember that James was quite a bit larger. And...scurvy." She looked at Dumbledore, aghast. "I've not seen scurvy in decades. Whoever has been taking care of this boy, they've not been doing a good job of it." |
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| "A bit of an understatement, Poppy." Dumbledore sighed, and turned back to Harry. "I find myself in a bit of a dilemma, Harry. You see, I placed you with the Dursleys." | "A bit of an understatement, Poppy." Dumbledore sighed, and turned back to Harry. "I find myself in a bit of a dilemma, Harry. You see, I placed you with the Dursleys." |
| Dumbledore's office was quite large, but it was obvious that he was making use of the space he had. There were many bookshelves, often overflowing, and Harry could see that he had extra copies of some tomes. He recalled the Headmaster mentioning that "people will insist on buying me books." | Dumbledore's office was quite large, but it was obvious that he was making use of the space he had. There were many bookshelves, often overflowing, and Harry could see that he had extra copies of some tomes. He recalled the Headmaster mentioning that "people will insist on buying me books." |
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| | The Headmaster himself was standing over the penseive, which sat in a small cabinet. From the racks of vials, containing silvery memories, Harry assumed that this was where it normally resided. The Headmaster was pulling a memory from his own head, and dropping it into the penseive. |
