Chapter 1 Minister of Magic

A sharp pain shot through the back of his head, which made a boy moan inwardedly. He want to curl himself into a small ball. Searing fiery bursts pulsated through his whole body, intensifying with each small movement, jarring and brutal. With each shift the pain amplified, the muscles quivered, his awareness started to grow. Black mists swirled at the edges of his mind, but he was drawn away from sweet oblivion by the pain.

At one point he wanted to know what was happening and he slowly tried to open his eyes. A small ray of light entered his emerald eyes, which got bigger and bigger when he opened his eyes more and more, until he was staring at two people who were talking silently to each other. Those two people seemed to stop after noticing him waking up. The older man, in his fourties probably, stood up and examined the boy.

"Ah! Mister Potter, we're glad you've woken up, my boy! Otherwise I would have to eat my lemon drops myself." He smiled softly, his eyes twinkled. Harry recognized him. Albus Dumbledore. A rush of relief washed over him, but then suddenly he froze. This did not go unnoticed.

"You're Albus Dumbledore. You- you are dead." he muttered the last part sadly. Dumbledore looked at him dismissively: "Oh Harry you know me, those death eaters will not be able to defeat me. Anyways do you remember what happened?"

Harry watched Dumbledore, not sure what to say. Not even sure if the man in front of him was the real headmaster. His eyes then slid to his body. He was lying in a white bed, his left arm was put in a triangular bandage which indicated it was most likely broken. He felt a bandage covering his head. Harry wondered how he was injured and shook his head slowly, trying to avoid himself from getting more pain streaks.

"Well let me inform you about it then. We were on our way to the Ministry in the United States. We were on our way to the Floo, but you had to get something, though you didn't inform me about that due to being hasty. Suddenly death eaters appeared, which is quite daring I must admit, it was in the middle of daylight, so we had to fend them off. By the time I was finished, I found you unconcious, bleeding heavily. You could have bled to death, but no one knows what happened there. Sure it must have been someone skilled to almost kill you. Have you any idea who tried to assasinate you?" Dumbledore asked seriously.

"Uhm... Voldemort?" he blurted. It was quite obviously, he thought.

"The rising Dark Lord? To be honest, isn't it too soon for him to be killing you? I mean, you may be the minister of magic, but-"

"Wait- Minister of magic? Are you kidding me? Also, too soon to kill me? My whole life he is trying to kill me, since I was one." Harry gritted. This was probably all a dream, right? He frowned, even in his dreams he had to end up injured in a hospital? Harry noticed Dumbledore had been silent, he wondered if he said something wrong.

"Yes, Harry. You are the Minister of Magic." Harry wanted to protest, to tell them they were crazy, but Dumbledore raised his hand, telling him to be quiet. "You're the youngest minister in history." Dumbledore saw Harry didn't believe him. "It might sound crazy to you know, it always was for you, but even though you're 17, you really are. I swear on the grave of my lemon drops."

"As for Voldemort, what do you mean with being hunted by him for your whole life? Voldemort was probably not even born back then. You're memories must be very hazy. It was not Voldemort, it was Grindlewald. Voldemort is still rising at the moment, though his popularity as dark lord is still minimal. Anyways, let's not talk about Voldemort now. Even now there's some chance the press will hear our conversation and we do not want to worry the world with a new Dark Lord. Not yet at least. But Harry, are you sure you don't remember anything?"

Harry nodded, he did not know what else to do. He was sure he remembered everything well. He was also sure he was no minister of magic. Didn't they have the wrong one? A few minutes ago he was still at the Dursleys and now he was lying injured in a place he did not know. He guessed it was st. Mungo's. Why did he always end up in troublesome situations?

An owl suddenly appeared above him, landing in front of Dumbledore. He took the message and began to read it. He nodded towards the owl which flew away gracefully. The old man -though not old anymore?- sighed and faced Harry again. "It seems like we've some trouble at the ministry. I have to bid you farewell for now, but we will see each other soon, I can say. I'll leave you and your Godchild together." He waved goodbye and exited.

Harry eyed the other person, which he only noticed now. But as soon as he laid his eyes on him, the temperature in the room dropped.

"Hello, Uncle." Tom Riddle said smiling.

Wait did he say Godchild? Oh My Merlin's Beard.