The Life and Lies of Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore by Irvin Khaytman

Author:Irvin Khaytman
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: harry potter, wizarding world, albus dumbledore, mugglenet, hpboy13
Publisher: Analytical Autumn Publishing
Published: 2019-02-12T16:00:00+00:00

The Occlumency Gamble

Dumbledore may have succeeded in distracting Voldemort with the prophecy for a good long while, but eventually the time ran out because another plan of Dumbledore’s had failed: having Harry learn Occlumency. I’ve said before that Dumbledore likes controlled situations, but in Order of the Phoenix, he sends his two most valuable and volatile assets—Harry and Snape—into an emotionally charged situation with more variables than he can hope to control.

Dumbledore genuinely believes that teaching Harry Occlumency himself is the equivalent of hanging a “Welcome Voldemort!” sign in Harry’s mind, and Snape is the only other one qualified to teach Harry Occlumency. So Dumbledore does his best to impress upon both parties—as well as upon those adults to whom Harry would listen—the importance of this exercise. But even if by some miracle the personality clash does not completely derail the exercise, there is another danger: Harry breaking into Snape’s mind and seeing an awful lot of things he shouldn’t.

At this moment in time, thirteen of the twenty memories that will encompass the Prince’s Tale are already in Snape’s head. While the most revelatory stuff has yet to be said—the fact that Harry’s scar is a Horcrux—there is plenty in those first thirteen memories that Dumbledore (let alone Snape) really does not want Harry to see.

It is critical to Snape that Harry not find out about his love for Lily. For one thing, we know that’s the reason that Snape’s Worst Memory—the one where he calls Lily a Mudblood—is hidden away from Harry. For another, consider the time Harry uses a Shield Charm and ends up seeing Snape’s memories:

Harry’s mind was teeming with memories that were not his—a hook-nosed man was shouting at a cowering woman, while a small dark-haired boy cried in a corner. . . . A greasy-haired teenager sat alone in a dark bedroom, pointing his wand at the ceiling, shooting down flies. . . . A girl was laughing as a scrawny boy tried to mount a bucking broomstick—

“ENOUGH!” (OP591-592)

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