Wrong, All Wrong

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117 Chapter 5: Transcendence
As I heard the name of the man that ruined Harry's life I felt something build within in me. It burned from the inside out as my fists clenched and my jaw tightened. I glared through both the door to the kitchen and the door to the living room as if I could see the evil person right in front of me. With a raging thirst for violence I grabbed the kitchen door's handle and moved to throw the door open.

A thin hand clasped around my wrist. 'Aster, stop.' Harry's eyes were staring deep within mine and I felt frozen within his gaze.

The moment passed. 'Why? Don't you feel mad? Don't you feel the least bit angry at the guy who messed up your life?' I couldn't understand why Harry wouldn't let me go over and hurt that 'Dumbledore' person. I had every right to want to have that guy down under the earth where he couldn't ruin Harry's life anymore.

Harry shook his head at me, 'This 'Dumbledore' did not ruin my life. Those creatures in the orphanage were the ones that hurt me; not him.'

'If it wasn't for him you would've never gone there!' Why didn't he understand?

My brother searched my face and sighed. 'You're not going to change your mind, are you?' Deep within his eyes I saw that same tired look I had seen that morning and I felt guilt tug at me.

'But-' I glanced at the opening where I could just barely hear the adults quietly talking. 'Can I at least see him?'

For a few moments Harry didn't speak. It looked like he was deciding between something and I waited anxiously for his answer. My spirits lifted almost immediately when he nodded at me. My hand quickly went to turn the door knob but Harry once again stopped me.

Before I could say anything he said, 'Just watch.'

Harry closed his eyes and grasped my wrist. I could feel him reaching through our connection and I opened my door to 'La La Land'. Almost immediately everything around me changed. I could suddenly see inside the living room where Mother, Uncle Sirius, and Uncle Severus were along with the 'Dumbledore' guy. When I was about to examine Dumbledore Harry's voice entered my mind.

'This is interesting...'

I wanted to turn towards Harry but he wasn't physically there. Even though I could feel him beside me, I knew we weren't in our bodies anymore. 'What is this, Harry?'

'We're looking through Saphyr's eyes. It's a gift I have though, like before, I wasn't entirely sure I would be able to include you. My assumption gave interesting results.'

I really wanted to look at the Dumbledore guy but I paid attention to my brother. 'What's interesting?'

'Everything is much clearer and detailed. The room looks the way you or I would see it as opposed to the way Saphyr would see the room.'

While I could tell Harry was about to add something I heard someone speak.

"Good morning Lily, Sirius, Severus." The one who had spoken was an old man I guessed was Dumbledore. He had thick white hair and a long white beard to match. It was the complete stereotypical image of a medieval wizard, all the way down to the spindly, wrinkled fingers. He also had the outrageous-looking clothing. Seriously, who in their right mind would wear bright yellow and dark green polka dots over a dark pink background? Old people were twice as weird as adults.

As Dumbledore sipped a cup of tea I noticed none of the other adults had bothered to reply. Mother was looking a tad worried and confused, while Uncle Severus was just lightly glaring at the old man. Uncle Sirius looked like he wanted to murder Dumbledore with his eyes. I was surprised he was still sitting down in his chair since he looked so angry. 'Saphyr, why is Uncle Sirius so upset?' I didn't really know if Saphyr would hear me but I thought that if she could then she'd be able to fill Harry and me in on what had happened so far.