Young Harry bounced out of the Floo connection. As he came to a stop he looked around, the shop, in contrast to the wizarding world he had seen so far, was clean and neat. Across from him was a book case mostly full of scrolls with polished wooden caps. To his left was a glass counter, showing wands, crystal spheres and other objects that could be held in one hand. To his right was a bright clean wall made wholly of glass, having a door in the middle. Etched in beside the door was a Star of David. As he saw it he felt the wards, they were not simply strong like the awe inspiring power of Hogwarts, but rather they felt truly protective, as if some benevolent power were watching over him; he almost cried as he realized it was a sensation he never felt before, and a concept he never knew until then.
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As they were walking to the common room after welcoming feast Harry motioned Hermione to an empty classroom.
"Harry, are you alright? You seemed a bit off during dinner."
"Hermione… Dumbledore is an evil man" Harry was shaking; the word came out almost as a whimper.
"Harry, where is this coming from?! You should respect the-"
Harry cut her off, "Hermione! . . . In the wizarding world the NAZIs won."
"what! But Dumbledor defeated Grinderwald."
"Grinderwald wasn't a NAZI." He paused. "He was a Levite, a magical Jew."
He paused again to take a breath. "He was trying to save the Jews, using magic openly. But they stopped him. Because of their all important Statute of Secrecy, millions died. Grinderwald was the leader of the Levites. He raised an army and was planning on crushing the Germans. He would have stopped the war before it got much past Poland. But Dumbledore stopped him. He didn't care about the Jews, or any other muggles. He didn't care that he was aiding a man as bad as… no, worse than Voldemort, Hitler after all almost succeeded. All he cared about was a stupid law, and keeping magic secret. And that is evil."
Harry was hyperventilating, halfway between panic and despair. Hermione's world was blown; her perspective an authority shattered as the man she had looked up to was partly responsible for some of the greatest atrocities in known history. "How?"
"I missed in the floo; I ended up in a Levite shop. It was probably the cleanest place I've seen in the wizarding world. The shop keeper did a medical diagnostic to see if I was hurt bouncing out of his fireplace. When the spell finished he panicked and brought half a dozen specialist back within a minute. There was a . . . thing . . . in my scar. They pulled out a bit of Voldemort's soul. They asked me who would leave me in such a condition. I told the about the Dursleys. And then that I went to Hogwarts. When I asked them why Dumbledore hadn't done anything for me, then they told me. I'm leaving as soon as I tell the other muggle-borns. I'll go to a Hebrew school and learn Holy-Magic."
