Harry Potter:Diamond Heart.

'As I'm sure you remember your first wand shared a brother core with Voldemort's. It is possible for that to cause an extraordinary effect known as priori incantatem,' the old headmaster explained as they approached the gargoyle. 'Your new wand must be different enough that it cannot occur.'

'Sugar Quills,' he told the gargoyle cheerfully.

'What happens now, headmaster?' Harry asked.

'I suspect, Harry, that Voldemort will seek to keep his return a secret while he regains strength. I will do everything I can to expose him, but there is nothing you can or should be doing at your age to stop him. In a few years, perhaps, but not yet.'

The headmaster moved quickly up the steps, leaving Harry in his wake, and by the time he'd reached the open door to the office Dumbledore was seated in his office.

'Take a seat, Harry,' he smiled, 'and help yourself to a humbug if you want. I find they help me think.'

'I'm ok thanks, Professor.' Harry took a seat on the opposite side of the desk, avoiding the proffered bowl of sweets.

'First of all,' Dumbledore pushed a rather weighty looking bag in his direction, 'your winnings from the Triwizard Tournament, you did, despite everything return with the cup.'

Harry remembered then that he had still been holding it when he had apparated.

I won.

He bit back the grin. This wasn't the time to celebrate. He wouldn't even be able to read his name off the trophy next time he saw Fleur. That considerably dampened his rush of triumph. Harry would have happily listened to the french witch read her own name off at him if it gave him an excuse to speak with her.

'I do have a few questions for you, Harry,' Dumbledore said seriously, adjusting his half-moon spectacles.

'Of course, Professor,' Harry kept his face calm and still, even as his heart began to race.

'What happened within the maze, Harry?'

'Krum was killed,' Harry said in a dull monotone. He didn't have to fake his regret, he'd liked the competitive Bulgarian. 'I came across the end of the fight.'

'You stunned, confirmed.

Mr

Diggory,'

the

headmaster

'I obliviated him as well, Cedric would never have done any of those things on his own, so I stunned him and broke his wand. He won't be blamed now.' Harry hoped his gamble was about to pay off. He did not want to take the blame for what the Imperiused Cedric Diggory had done instead, there were many places he'd rather be than Azkaban.

'That was very noble of you, Harry,' Dumbledore smiled. 'Mr Diggory is distraught over what has happened, but given the position Cornelius has taken and your risky act, he will never suspect the part he played or have to bear the guilt. I'm very proud of you.'

'Thank you,' Harry replied quietly.

'It may leave you in a very tenuous position, Harry,' the headmaster warned. 'There will be those at the ministry who seek to taint your reputation, and this will be an opportunity for them.' 'I know, headmaster,' Harry smiled faintly, 'but my friends would never believe that, and I won't fear their lies.' He'd cross that bridge when he came to it, if nothing was said, all the better, since Bagman had taken the blame for everything there would be no official accusation or trial.

'That's very wise of you, my boy,' he smiled. 'And now I must ask you what Voldemort said to you in the graveyard.'

'He didn't really speak to me much,' Harry lied, feeling slightly guilty for doing so. He had a feeling that Dumbledore knew what the prophecy Riddle had mentioned was, but he didn't trust the headmaster to tell him, and if he knew Harry was after it, it would make things more difficult. 'Just some insults and the Cruciatus Curse, really.'

'I see,' the headmaster looked quite old for a moment. 'I'm very sorry, Harry, I don't seem to be able to keep you from harm for a single year, do I?'

'I'm sure you aren't to blame, sir,' Harry responded. He had intended to be kind, but a note of something slightly cruel managed to seep in and the old wizard flinched ever so slightly.

'I have only one more thing I need you to speak about before I can let you apparate home, though I must ask you to refrain from using your excellent ability except when in the direst need. It is still illegal, if harmless, but the supporters of Voldemort in the ministry will be waiting for any excuse to smear your name.'

'I will only use it when I have no other choice,' Harry agreed, choosing his words carefully.

'Thank you, Harry,' the headmaster nodded. 'I appreciate that. I'm sure you're dying to be able to use your magic whenever you can, when I was young I used to use my magic at every chance I got.'

'What did you want to ask me about?' Harry inquired.

Let it be horcruxes, let it be the prophecy, let me trust him like I used to.

Harry was well aware it was a foolish hope. There was no reason Dumbledore would change his mind. He was still the final sacrifice as far as the headmaster knew or planned.

'We found Miss Delacour quite a long way from where she remembered falling unconscious when we apprehended Ludo Bagman.' The headmaster's face shifted to something quite grim. 'It was very lucky that we stopped him, since if he had touched her like he intended he would have suffered quite a horrible fate.'

Harry looked up at him innocently, emptying his mind of thoughts, and staring into the headmaster's eyes. 'I carried her out of harm's way, it was either her or Cedric, and I figured he was needed alive to take the blame, but Fleur was not. When I encountered the sphinx I had to make sure she was safe in case I answered its riddle incorrectly.'

'That does not, Harry, excuse the use of such a horrible piece of magic. That was a particularly dark curse you used.' Dumbledore looked very disappointed.

'I'm not perfect, sir,' Harry played guilty. 'It was the only way I knew to protect her. It was for the greater good, headmaster,' he finished guilelessly.'As I'm sure you remember your first wand shared a brother core with Voldemort's. It is possible for that to cause an extraordinary effect known as priori incantatem,' the old headmaster explained as they approached the gargoyle. 'Your new wand must be different enough that it cannot occur.'

'Sugar Quills,' he told the gargoyle cheerfully.

'What happens now, headmaster?' Harry asked.

'I suspect, Harry, that Voldemort will seek to keep his return a secret while he regains strength. I will do everything I can to expose him, but there is nothing you can or should be doing at your age to stop him. In a few years, perhaps, but not yet.'

The headmaster moved quickly up the steps, leaving Harry in his wake, and by the time he'd reached the open door to the office Dumbledore was seated in his office.

'Take a seat, Harry,' he smiled, 'and help yourself to a humbug if you want. I find they help me think.'

'I'm ok thanks, Professor.' Harry took a seat on the opposite side of the desk, avoiding the proffered bowl of sweets.

'First of all,' Dumbledore pushed a rather weighty looking bag in his direction, 'your winnings from the Triwizard Tournament, you did, despite everything return with the cup.'

Harry remembered then that he had still been holding it when he had apparated.

I won.

He bit back the grin. This wasn't the time to celebrate. He wouldn't even be able to read his name off the trophy next time he saw Fleur. That considerably dampened his rush of triumph. Harry would have happily listened to the french witch read her own name off at him if it gave him an excuse to speak with her.

'I do have a few questions for you, Harry,' Dumbledore said seriously, adjusting his half-moon spectacles.

'Of course, Professor,' Harry kept his face calm and still, even as his heart began to race.

'What happened within the maze, Harry?'

'Krum was killed,' Harry said in a dull monotone. He didn't have to fake his regret, he'd liked the competitive Bulgarian. 'I came across the end of the fight.'

'You stunned, confirmed.

Mr

Diggory,'

the

headmaster

'I obliviated him as well, Cedric would never have done any of those things on his own, so I stunned him and broke his wand. He won't be blamed now.' Harry hoped his gamble was about to pay off. He did not want to take the blame for what the Imperiused Cedric Diggory had done instead, there were many places he'd rather be than Azkaban.

'That was very noble of you, Harry,' Dumbledore smiled. 'Mr Diggory is distraught over what has happened, but given the position Cornelius has taken and your risky act, he will never suspect the part he played or have to bear the guilt. I'm very proud of you.'

'Thank you,' Harry replied quietly.

'It may leave you in a very tenuous position, Harry,' the headmaster warned. 'There will be those at the ministry who seek to taint your reputation, and this will be an opportunity for them.' 'I know, headmaster,' Harry smiled faintly, 'but my friends would never believe that, and I won't fear their lies.' He'd cross that bridge when he came to it, if nothing was said, all the better, since Bagman had taken the blame for everything there would be no official accusation or trial.

'That's very wise of you, my boy,' he smiled. 'And now I must ask you what Voldemort said to you in the graveyard.'

'He didn't really speak to me much,' Harry lied, feeling slightly guilty for doing so. He had a feeling that Dumbledore knew what the prophecy Riddle had mentioned was, but he didn't trust the headmaster to tell him, and if he knew Harry was after it, it would make things more difficult. 'Just some insults and the Cruciatus Curse, really.'

'I see,' the headmaster looked quite old for a moment. 'I'm very sorry, Harry, I don't seem to be able to keep you from harm for a single year, do I?'

'I'm sure you aren't to blame, sir,' Harry responded. He had intended to be kind, but a note of something slightly cruel managed to seep in and the old wizard flinched ever so slightly.

'I have only one more thing I need you to speak about before I can let you apparate home, though I must ask you to refrain from using your excellent ability except when in the direst need. It is still illegal, if harmless, but the supporters of Voldemort in the ministry will be waiting for any excuse to smear your name.'

'I will only use it when I have no other choice,' Harry agreed, choosing his words carefully.

'Thank you, Harry,' the headmaster nodded. 'I appreciate that. I'm sure you're dying to be able to use your magic whenever you can, when I was young I used to use my magic at every chance I got.'

'What did you want to ask me about?' Harry inquired.

Let it be horcruxes, let it be the prophecy, let me trust him like I used to.

Harry was well aware it was a foolish hope. There was no reason Dumbledore would change his mind. He was still the final sacrifice as far as the headmaster knew or planned.

'We found Miss Delacour quite a long way from where she remembered falling unconscious when we apprehended Ludo Bagman.' The headmaster's face shifted to something quite grim. 'It was very lucky that we stopped him, since if he had touched her like he intended he would have suffered quite a horrible fate.'

Harry looked up at him innocently, emptying his mind of thoughts, and staring into the headmaster's eyes. 'I carried her out of harm's way, it was either her or Cedric, and I figured he was needed alive to take the blame, but Fleur was not. When I encountered the sphinx I had to make sure she was safe in case I answered its riddle incorrectly.'

'That does not, Harry, excuse the use of such a horrible piece of magic. That was a particularly dark curse you used.' Dumbledore looked very disappointed.

'I'm not perfect, sir,' Harry played guilty. 'It was the only way I knew to protect her. It was for the greater good, headmaster,' he finished guilelessly.

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