Novel & Cerita Why Does Dumbledore Ignore Harry

"Bring him home sometime. You speak so highly of him. I would like to meet him." * * * "Indifference and neglect often do much more damage than outright dislike." — Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix * H U N T E R J O N E S | The Lovestruck Bad Boy It had been a really good day. I had gotten to spend time with Mey, helping her with homework and telling her my life story. I let out a dreamy sigh, which made me look like Ron after he accidentally drank the love potion. Except that I didn't need a love potion to be crazy about Mey.

Draco's deathly aura when he entered the van indicated he was in one of his worst moods, which was very surprising considering he had been with the lady boss just a few moments ago. Let's face it, Draco had finally been showing human emotions these past few weeks ever since he met Miss Jones. The man was previously like a robot who, apart from his deathly glares and his signature frigid scowl that always adorned his face, showed no emotion that could tell you what he was thinking or feeling inside.

Even he went through so, but he didn't happen like that as it is. As they started walking together, his father focused solely on him and ignored Harry after responding to his greeting. It was a harmless action, but both Robert and Harry knew how it affected them.

Ignoring everyone I reached my classroom and concentrated on my classes. Every day was the same. The same angry look from him and the same ignorant look of mine. I guess I should be angry with. Whatever! The exams too started and I was not performing well as my mind was loaded up with many things leaving so little space for my studies. Everyone left to their natives even Harry. It’s been two days since he left. Like the last time, I didn’t cry though I felt sad. All the things that happened made me stronger. I was not crying. I was ignoring everyone and everything.

That took Dior aback as she anxiously blurted, “What?” “Nothing.” There was an irony-filled expression plastered on Harry’s face. She successfully demonstrated to him to never believe anything one said. She would lie to her father, and that meant she would lie to anyone else. He even felt bad for her twisting her ankle, but it all seemed rather ironic at this point. He would not believe a word she said again. Dior looked at his cold eyes, and she had no idea why Harry looked like...that. What happened? Why was he so apathetic?

Harry continued, and I merely raised my eyebrows. “The day you both visited the old hag, he recorded the conversation, so I listened to it all. I spent my whole life hating the wrong person,” he added, and now he sounded like Harry again. What is happening? “I…” he hesitated and then released a sigh. “I kept thinking about you constantly,” he said, leaving me perplexed. DK was gone, why is Harry saying all this? “I understand everything now,” he added, and I hated the fact that I couldn’t grasp what he was getting at.

Dad, Dante, walks to me and kisses my head. “You should know better that Harry will never do the books. So yeah, I did them.” I say and he laughs just as Church comes to an end and Harry walks out and stops in his tracks, seeing our dad looking at him. He points to the door and bolts. I roar in laughter. He will never change.

His voice is very sincere and laced with remorse, and his actions are so humble that they unconsciously make one’s heart soften. Oakley’s expression turns cold, and he turns away without casting even a glance at Harry, ignoring him and leaving Harry bowing and embarrassed. Harry’s expression turns cold, and he gnashes his teeth. Oakley, that scumbag, doesn't know what is good for him. He already took a step back by apologizing, yet Oakley dares to ignore him! It seems Oakley won’t shed a tear without seeing a coffin. Then don’t blame Harry for not being courteous. Hmph!

I was going to make her cry and beg on her knees for mercy: Before the last round of the test began, I pulled Harry to the side. "Listen, I know how we can kick Davina out of this competition." I immediately went straight to the point and asked Harry to join in on the plan. "No.I’m not interested in playing along with your lame tricks." Snorting, Harry left without even looking back. Damn it! I glared at his back, but I knew I couldn’t lose my temper with Harry. He was influential and powerful. I was smart enough not to get on the bad side of a person like that.

That’s a more familiar sight, "What the hell is going on lately? I feel like everyone is hiding shit from me... you wouldn't hide anything from me, Lily, right?" "Leave her alone, she can hide whatever the fuck she wants," Damon says, coming to my rescue. The way Harry frowns and looks at him in total confusion is almost comical, "What were you calling her for? Jeez, just fucking say it." "Why are you b—?" He stops himself, eyes narrowed, "I feel weird. I think things are different.” "Different? Nah. Must be the drugs still on your system, making you paranoid," Damon throws at him. Harry's cheeks get red, "Dad, honestly, just say it. I want to get back to jazzercise."