Chapter 15:
Harry considered his next move before a thought came to him. Remembering what he had once read in a book years ago, Harry decided to try something. He said, "I, Harrison James Potter-Black, Lord of Slytherin and Gryffindor, do demand entrance to this room."
At first he thought it had not worked, as nothing seemed to happen, but slowly the gargoyle moved. Quickly casting a secrecy charm on the guardian so it could not be questioned about how he gained entrance should Harry be found, Harry continued his journey and climbed the stairs to the office. Standing, Harry let out a breath. Withdrawing his new wand Harry set about casting warning wards, as well as silencing charms and secrecy charms. Once he felt them settle, Harry removed his cloak, causing the many paintings of previous headmasters and headmistresses to splutter in shock.
"You, boy, how did you get in here?" one male portrait asked. Harry believed him to be Walter Gagsworth, the headmaster from 1640 to 1679.
Harry, however, chose to ignore him as he focused on the portrait of the man he had once worshiped and loved like a father.
"Harry?" the portrait of Albus Dumbledore asked, his voice sounding as mild and grandfatherly as ever.
Unable to control himself at the benign tone, Harry felt the room shake slightly as his magic tried to rip free.
The portrait of Dumbledore seemed shocked for a moment, then those twinkling eyes narrowed.
"I see you have found out about yourself then," he said sagely, as though he had not manipulated Harry's entire life.
Harry gritted his teeth. "Indeed," Harry said in an icy tone that promised pain. At this point the other portraits went silent, fearing the look in the eyes of the dark hair teen before them.
The portrait of Albus sighed, "It really was for the greater good."
Harry, having had enough, barely kept his voice from breaking the sound barrier as he bellowed, "The greater good?! How is stealing from me, drugging me, and manipulating me for the greater good?!"