Chapter 47 Sitting on the Fence

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‘I had no choice,’ Harry said bitterly. ‘I want to survive! Is that so bad? I want my father back. After Dumbledore too both my parents from me!’

 

‘She was a sacrifice,’ George said looking horrified.

 

‘Yes,’ Harry agreed pained.

 

‘So Dumbledore was right,’ Fred said quietly.

 

Fred heard an intake of breath from Harry at his words. Fred knew that he must have hurt Harry a lot by suggesting that everything that Dumbledore had done and believed was right. That was what was meant even if Fred did not believe it himself. Suddenly an oppressive presence seemed to drown out what little light there was. The man behind Harry took a step forwards dark eyes boiling with rage.

 

‘Is that really what you think?’ Harry asked quietly. ‘That Dumbledore is in the right.’

 

‘No, of course not,’ George said quickly.

 

‘But he was right-,’Fred took over from George.

 

‘-that you-‘George continued.

 

‘-sacrificed Hermione to-‘Fred continued.

 

‘Resurrect You Know Who,’ finished George.

 

‘Yes,’ agreed Harry with a stubborn set to his chin.

 

Harry didn’t try to defend his actions about how Hermione deserved it which given everything the Light had done to Harry would be expected and even slightly justified in doing. Harry just admitted what he had done and let Fred and George made their own judgements. Harry didn’t try to sway their opinions with a talk of how it was to protect himself and the Wizarding World.

 

That in itself was very different from what Dumbledore would do in the same situation. After hearing Dumbledore’s plans to rape and murder Harry Fred and George had been understandingly horrified as it was a foul plan no matter what anyone else said. They had confronted Dumbledore who had just said it was for the greater good and absolved himself of any blame.

 

‘You’re not going to defend yourself,’ George.

 

‘Would it help?’ asked Harry. ‘I have my opinion. You have yours. Trying to justify myself to you when I can barely justify it to myself will not help anything.’

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