After leaving the bank, Harry made his way to Grimmauld Place. One of the only regrets he had about his decision to go back was Kreacher. He had really bonded to the elf in the weeks he had been at Grimmauld, however he knew that if all went to plan he would be seeing the elf a lot earlier than he had in this life when he returned.
Going up to his room, Harry opened his trunk and summoned the object he had come home for: the Marauder's Map. Opening it up, he placed his wand again it and intoned, "I solemnly swear that I'm up to no good." Watching as the map came to life, Harry looked to the headmaster's office and saw it empty; searching the surrounding areas, Harry saw that, although not completely empty, the school was practically deserted.
Putting on his invisibility cloak and tucking the map into his pocket, Harry returned to the receiving room and apparated to Hogsmeade. The walk to the castle filled Harry with regret; there were vast areas of destruction and Harry could see that it would take time to fix the damage.
Hopefully things would be better after he returned; he never wanted to see Hogwarts in such a state ever again. Even if he hated that his memories of the place were tainted by Dumbledore and his manipulations, Harry just couldn't bring himself to hate the castle and all it represented for him.
Once he got close enough to enter the castle's wards, Harry felt a shift in his magic. Breaching them, Harry had a baffling sensation of peace, almost like he was coming home.
Making his way quickly towards the office, Harry withdrew the map. Even under his cloak with scent blocking and silencing charms, Harry didn't want to risk running into anyone. Seeing that the way was clear, Harry kept his pace and finally made it the gargoyle guardian blocking the way to the headmaster's - well, he supposed it would be headmistress' now - office.
Harry considered his next move before a thought came to him. Remembering what he had once read in a book years ago, Harry decided to try something. He said, "I, Harrison James Potter-Black, Lord of Slytherin and Gryffindor, do demand entrance to this room."
At first he thought it had not worked, as nothing seemed to happen, but slowly the gargoyle moved. Quickly casting a secrecy charm on the guardian so it could not be questioned about how he gained entrance should Harry be found, Harry continued his journey and climbed the stairs to the office.
Standing, Harry let out a breath. Withdrawing his new wand Harry set about casting warning wards, as well as silencing charms and secrecy charms. Once he felt them settle, Harry removed his cloak, causing the many paintings of previous headmasters and headmistresses to splutter in shock.
"You, boy, how did you get in here?" one male portrait asked. Harry believed him to be Walter Gagsworth, the headmaster from 1640 to 1679.
Harry, however, chose to ignore him as he focused on the portrait of the man he had once worshiped and loved like a father.
"Harry?" the portrait of Albus Dumbledore asked, his voice sounding as mild and grandfatherly as ever.
Unable to control himself at the benign tone, Harry felt the room shake slightly as his magic tried to rip free.
The portrait of Dumbledore seemed shocked for a moment, then those twinkling eyes narrowed.
"I see you have found out about yourself then," he said sagely, as though he had not manipulated Harry's entire life.
Harry gritted his teeth. "Indeed," Harry said in an icy tone that promised pain. At this point the other portraits went silent, fearing the look in the eyes of the dark hair teen before them.
The portrait of Albus sighed, "It really was for the greater good."
Harry, having had enough, barely kept his voice from breaking the sound barrier as he bellowed, " The greater good ?! How is stealing from me, drugging me, and manipulating me for the greater good?!"
"It was better this way," Albus said before being cut off. Harry was not done ranting.
"Tell me, how is blocking my soul bond for the greater good? Tell me that,Albus!" Harry demanded.