Kyrios Polaris Lestrange

Chapter 9

(Before the Detention Interlude, coz when I wrote that I completely forgot about Dumbledore. also, fast update - ya proud :D?)

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Theodore Nott POV (HA! bet u weren't expecting that)

"Harry, take a seat," Dumbledore said in such a sickly kind voice that I nearly gagged, "Oh, and young Mr. Nott – I must admit I wasn't expecting you."

"Harry asked me to accompany him," I said, putting my hand on his shoulder as if to support him, though it was actually more for myself - this was the Dumbledore, one of the greatest and most powerful wizards of all time. And I was standing in front of him, our worst enemy and I couldn't do anything.

He said something else that I couldn't really distinguish among the millions of churning voices in my head. But I could feel my nose wrinkle slightly at that disgusting voice being directed at me before I quickly tried to school myself into a blank mask. Taking my hand off Harry's shoulder, I leaned back into the shadowed wall of the staircase as casually as I could. "I'm here for Harry," I repeated to him, hoping that would just work and that it made sense to whatever he had said

"Yes," Harry piped up, "he can stay, right? It's not against any rules?"

"Of course he can, my boy. Do come in then, Mr. Nott," Dumbledore smiled, "I'll conjure up another seat for you."

I blinked, honestly not expecting to get this far - especially not so quickly with so little pushing. It must've been Harry, the old man didn't want to make bad first impressions. "Oh," I said, "Yeah. Okay." 

Dumbledore pulled out his wand, instantly putting me on edge - but for no reason, he simply waved it and a large pillowy armchair appeared next the the one already there, "There you go. You may sit, Mr. Nott."

I glanced at it distastefully as Harry sunk into his own seat, "I'd rather–" Harry gave me a look, as if to tell me off for being rude. I swore he was getting more and more like Kyrios, acting like a mother of the group. I frowned, "Of course, professor," I amended, sitting down

"Now, Harry," Dumbledore leaned forward, "I understand you've gotten into a few scuffles in this past week?"

"Not really," Harry said, "I mean...well, I guess a few."

"Your dad was the same too," Dumbledore said reminiscently. I stiffened, everyone knew how James Potter was like during his school years. "He was always getting into trouble with his fellow Gryffindors."

"Really?" Harry asked eagerly. And at that moment I sighed to myself in my head, he was lost already, "What about my mum?"

"Ah, well, Lily was much better behaved. She was the star student of the school, brilliant at charms. She had a fiery temper as well, expected as she came from Gryffindor too, though I suspect Professor Flitwick always wanted her as one of his Eagles. She was a great fit for James though, put his pranking tendencies right into the ground the moment you were born."

 Harry's eyes shone like stars, "What else?"

"Well, James had a group of friends who he always hung out with. They were always getting up something, though they never got caught - everyone knew it was them. It drove Professor McGonagall crazy, but she was fond of them as well. They achieved the highest grades in transfiguration, and though she won't admit it she loves her lions through her stern exterior," his eyes twinkled, "Do me a favor and don't tell her I said that, Harry. "

I knew what was happening now, he was trying to warm Harry up to Gryffindor, "Excuse me, Sir," I interjected, "but I thought we were here to talk about something else."