I do not own Harry Potter. I wish I did. A lot. But I don't.

His Revenge

1. Prologue

Walking down the dimly lit, disgusting halls, Albus Dumbledore looked as if he aged ten years in ten minutes. With no one of consequence able to see him, even if only for a moment, he let the weight of the situation take its tolls. Never had he felt so old and fallible as he did now.

As he reached the end of the hall, he straitened up, becoming the strong leader he was expected to be. Reaching the last cell of the block, he opened the door to a not-so-appealing site. A young man, wearing torn and tattered robes, sat in the corner looking at the ground. His hair had grown shoulder length, and a small beard covered the lower half of his face.

"What is it this time?"

His voice sounded the same. A little hoarse from not being used, but otherwise not changed at all.

"It's me Harry. I've come to take you home."

"Oh?"

"Your innocence has recently been proven. You have been given a full pardon by the Ministry."

"Is that so?"

His lack of interest is becoming a little disconcerting.

"I know you might be a little upset right now. Well, that is an understatement. I know you must be feeling something akin to hate right now. Will you please just talk to me?"

Harry finally looked up. The eyes that were once so full of emotion, full of life, are now just dull green.

"You want to talk, so talk."

Dumbledore sighed and took the only vacant chair in the room.

"Harry, you have to know how sorry I am, we all are, for everything. I know we should have given you at least the benefit of the doubt, I see that now, but sadly it appears that my years are finally catching up to me. I know that there is no excuse for what we did, but I have come to take you away from this awful place. Please come with me."

"Why?"

"Pardon me?

"Why should I go with you, back to a society that throws an innocent boy into the worst known place on the planet? A sixteen year old boy, that everyone knows hates the one man he was accused of siding with. Why would I want to live in a place like that?"

Dumbledore sighed. 'At least the boy is still sane enough to think about these matters.'

"Sadly Harry, it is the only place there is left to go to."

They both waited in silence for many minutes. It was finally Dumbledore who made another statement.

"I'm sorry Harry, but there is nothing I can do to make up for the crimes against you. My only hope is that you can find something somewhere that gives you happiness as you deserve. There will always be a place for at Hogwarts, where you will be permitted to continue your education. Can we please just leave this wretched place?"

Little did Dumbledore know, but Harry had been continuing his education. And he planned to show Dumbledore just how much he learned as soon as he was given half a chance....

They sat in silence again while Harry contemplated the ups and downs of the situation. 'Well, I could just stay here like I've been doing. It's not really all that bad once you know the right way to deal with it. Then again, it would be nice to eat a decent meal. And the sad, self-loathing look on everyone's face. Well now, how can I miss that?'

Dumbledore meanwhile took Harry's silence as his way of saying no, so with a sigh he had to say the one thing he hoped he didn't.

"Harry, I'm afraid to say you really don't have a choice. As long as you're in here, I'm considered your legal guardian, and if I have to I can force you to leave."

Harry's head snapped up and his eyes bore into Dumbledore's. "So, after all this time you still consider me your tool to order around?"

With a long sigh, Dumbledore continued. "Harry, you must realize that the things I did back then, and what I am doing now, I only did for..."

"...For my own safety. Yeah, great job of that. I suppose I really should thank you for landing me in this shit-hole. You know you must really have a fucked up definition of the word 'safe'."

"That's enough with the profanities Harry."

"Oh, I'm sorry, did I upset the great Albus Dumbledore? How entirely rude of me. After all, I am in your debt. If it weren't for you, I'd have had to live the last two years with my friends and family, but thank goodness you were here to escort me to this bloody, fucking, SHIT-HOLE!"

"Enough!" Dumbledore was starting to lose his composure. His perfect hair was becoming frilly and his strait posture was becoming weaker. Harry smirked.

"Alright alright, I'll behave. You know, from the looks of things, it'd be hard for the outside observer to tell which one of us has been here longer."

'Sadly enough, the boy is right.' Now that he got a proper look at him, it actually seemed to Dumbledore as though, apart from the dirty look about him, Harry was perfectly healthy and coherent. Too healthy and coherent…

"You know," said Harry, breaking the old headmaster out of his train of thought, "come to mention it, I do so wonder what those people I called family have been doing of late? Hearing news of my innocence must have really gotten them down, seeing as how much they seemed to enjoy telling me what a traitorous murderer I was. Yeah, they really seemed to like having me as their scapegoat to blame all their troubles on. I hope they didn't take the news too badly?" he asked scathingly.

After Harry was accused of the murders, everyone seemed all too happy to believe what was said, most especially his 'best friend' Ron.

- Flashback-

"How could you do it Harry? We trusted you! We stood by you in every situation! How can you just abandon us like this?"

The fact that he was always quick to blame Harry must have conveniently slipped his mind.

"I guess Snape was right. You are just a spoiled little brat who thinks he can get away with murder! Well now we all know what you really are!"

-End Flashback-

In some ways knowing about his friend's betrayal made him appreciate the Dursleys a little bit. At least he always knew where he stood with them. They never had any of his trust to rip away. Of course, thinking about this only made Harry remember how much he hated the Dursleys, and what he planned to do with them once he had the chance.

"Well Harry," said Dumbledore, breaking Harry out of his thoughts "I can not apologize for their actions, nor can I justify them to you. That is for them to do. As to how they are taking the news, they were most aggrieved to learn that we were mistaken. They are all taking it rather hard, especially Mister Weasley and Miss Granger."

"Aww, well now I just feel awful."

Dumbledore, letting Harry's last statement slide, stood up and motioned for Harry to do the same.

"I think its best we leave now, Harry, and get to a more suitable place to discuss these matters."

"Oh? And where is that?"

"Home, Harry. Let's go home."

A/N- what do you all think? Worth continuing? I'm panning on writing a couple more chapters then seeing what everyone thinks of it. If I get enough support then I'll keep it going.