Harry was positive they had forgotten he was in the room at his point as he watched the back and forth. "Regardless, the boy is blocking him somehow," Snape shrugged in a very un-Snape-like fashion, the man must be tired. "None of the Death Eaters have been able to help either. He's not been…pleasant recently."
Harry snorted at this, though neither man paid him any attention. Dumbledore seemed to be deep in contemplation. "It may be best to send Harry to his relatives for the holidays then instead of Grimmauld. There will be less people for him to come into contact with, and much more security than the castle as well. It would be a good opportunity for Tom to try something."
Now things were just spiraling in Harry's opinion, and this train of thought was unacceptable. "No!" He said loudly and clearly so the two would realize he was still in the room and capable of making decisions for himself.
"But, my boy…" Dumbledore turned his blue eyes on the dementor. "It's for…"
"If you say it's for my own safety, I may scream," Harry glowered at the man. "First of all, there is a one hundred percent chance my relatives will refuse to allow me back for the holidays. That was always their condition for allowing me to go to school, that they only have to deal with me over summers. Honestly, I planned to deal with this later, but there's also a good 90% chance they won't allow me back this summer, coupled with a 10% chance they will but either try to kill me in my sleep or kick me out onto the streets to be homeless. The Dursley's are no longer an option."
Dumbledore and Snape both stared at him. "What did you do, Potter?" Snape sneered.
"What were we just talking about in your office moments ago?" Harry narrowed his eyes at the man who effectively glowered back but seemed to understand what must have happened. "They always hated me from the minute they were forced to take me in. Now, they fear me…if I'm to be killed in my sleep, I'd rather Voldemort do it than Uncle Vernon, at least then I'd have a better shot at not being prosecuted for retaliating."
Snape seemed completely stunned while Dumbledore just looked like he didn't believe Harry, which coupled with the fact that the entire magical community didn't believe him at the moment made Harry almost lose his grasp on his aura once again. "Please explain what happened this past summer, I'm sure it's not as bad as you believe it to be," Dumbledore tried to soothe him, but Harry wasn't having it. "The connection you have with Tom will not just go away. He'll find out how to open it once more, or he'll send someone to reach you. They're your family; that's important."
"Tell that to them!" Harry exploded. "Grimmauld is teeming with Order members, why wouldn't I be safe there?"
"It's not that you wouldn't be safe, but you'd be safer behind the blood wards," Dumbledore continued to protest.
"Albus, maybe staying with the mutt isn't such a horrible idea," Snape added in, realizing that Harry was on the verge of snapping.
"And it's not like I wasn't already attacked at the Dursleys' and sort-of killed!" the dementor exclaimed. "Harry died over the summer and no one noticed! Where was that protection when I actually needed it?!"
The room got deadly quiet as Harry ranted. Looking at both men, he slapped a hand over his mouth, wishing with every fiber of his being he could take back his last couple sentences. "Er, you know…I'm just being over dramatic," Harry tried to brush it off. "Ignore me. I'm fine," he continued before trying to curl in on himself.
Snape shook his head ruefully; Harry wasn't going to get himself out of his one. Dumbledore pinned the boy with a piercing glare. "Who are you? What happened to Harry Potter?" He asked, the pressure rising once more in the room.
"I'm HARRY!" Harry yelled again, tired of all the secrecy and no one believing him.
"Just tell us what happened, Potter," Snape said calmly, trying to diffuse the situation.
"Yes, I believe that's best," Dumbledore continued to look dangerously at the teen in front of him.
"Er…I should probably start with the fact that I can't talk to snakes anymore," Harry rubbed his hands up and down his cold arms. He'd tried to open his locket many times and finally determined it must be sealed in Parseltongue, which he seemed no longer able to access.
Dumbledore looked almost comically shocked while Snape gave a deep sigh. "I don't believe that's the best place to start, try from the beginning."
The Gryffindor looked around the room hoping for an escape, but even Fawkes wasn't currently present to be an ally. Honestly, with his luck with magical creatures, it was more likely Fawkes would attack him anyway. Seeing none, he finally steeled himself to tell everything. "Well…I guess I should start with my first kiss then…"
Snape rolled his eyes. "Spare us the teenage hormones and skip to the important parts. We don't have all evening to cater to your melodrama."
Dumbledore cleared his throat awkwardly. "Yes, my boy. That may be best."
"Yeah, well my first kiss was with a dementor," Harry sneered at the vampire, secretly loving the melodrama (according to Snape) as both professors gasped.
"How did…but…Merlin," Snape seemed to be putting everything together from Harry's odd behavior to what had happened with Umbridge. "That's just not…possible…"
"I think you must explain that more, Harry," Dumbledore's mind seemed to be thinking similar thoughts to Snape's.
"It's probably best if I just show you," Harry sighed and got more comfortable in his chair. "Er, professor," he looked to Snape. "Would you catch Jamie if he falls over, please? I don't want him to get hurt any more after what he's been through."
"Jamie?" Snape asked in confusion.
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