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Headmaster's Office, Hogwarts

(25th September, 1977)

It was a large and beautiful circular room, full of funny little noises. A number of curious silver instruments stood on spindle-legged tables, whirring and emitting little puffs of smoke. The walls were covered with portraits of old headmasters and headmistresses, all of whom were snoozing gently in their frames. There was also an enormous, claw-footed desk, and, sitting on a shelf behind it, a shabby, tattered wizard's hat — the Sorting Hat.

A few feet left to the Sorting Hat, was a high backed chair, and sitting in it, reading the reports of the school, was none other than the Headmaster of Hogwart's School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Albus Dumbledore.

There were some times when Albus Dumbledore truly felt his age. Today was one of those day's. The day had been hectic, he had a peculiar felling when he woke up, that something was going to go wrong today. And, lo behold! Just after getting dressed and having breakfast (which he did in his quarter's), he had heard frantic knocking on his door. Opening his door had revealed the flustered face of his Deputy, Professor McGonagall. She had told him that the during a raid last night, Martha Canoi, a half-blood, socialite and a blood-traitor had been killed. She had a daughter here.

'Caroline Canoi, Ravenclaw...', His mind had supplied.

He then had to break the news to her, and then wait with her in his office for her father to come and take her.

After that, he had been called away to the Ministry for some International incident. That alone was able to give him a headache. But no! When he had returned he had found out someone had replaced his bowl of sherbet lemons! That alone had caused him a migraine. He had searched and searched for it – like a headless chicken, not that he's ever admit it!- until he found in in one of the numerous cupboards in his office.

'Stealing my precious! I will burn you all, you damn little hellions of wood!', He cackled in his mind, while trying to imagine the various way's he could burn his cupboard's, that is until-

"Those cupboard's contain very important paper's relating to the daily governance of school, burning them would be a very bad idea.", These words doused them. They were spoken by the portrait Emilia Thorane, a previous headmistress of the school.

His pace was the very picture of innocence as he turned to face the portrait, "My dear, I have no idea what you are talking about!", He said. His eyes at full blast!

Emilia just rolled her eyes and said, "Albus, after spending more than fifty year's with us, your face does not fool us anymore." Amused exasperation was all but written across her face.

"Aww... You just had to say it. Now look! He's not plotting the death of his cupboard's! It's hilarious, the faces he makes while doing it!", That was the pouting voice of Jane Lucilia, whose portrait was just beside her. This statement was met with a murmur of agreement from the rest of potrait's.

Albus's face was stony, but you could feel the poutiness in his posture.

'Who do they they are talking to! As if they never plotted the death of their cupboard's.', Albus thought sulkily.

After that, he had sat down to read the daily report's and now here he was.

No matter how busy he was, his thought's always went back to the war. As he witnessed today, the death toll had risen by one.

'If only someone could tell me if the future is just like today. Bleak and shadowy...' This thought had often crossed his mind. No matter how many titles he held, how many positions he had, he was first and foremost a teacher. A teacher's job was to guide the future generation of their world so that they could best survive in the world outside, so as a teacher he wanted to know, whether he should teach his student's to survive in a war torn world, or a peace filled world.

Suddenly, a soothing trill was heard by him. He could tell it was his partner, and most trusted friend, Fawkes, who was singing that tune. He could feel that Fawkes was singing just to rise his spirit, and it was working. The sound was unimaginably warm and soothing, it touched the very core of his soul and suddenly hope blossomed in him. Hope, after eight year's, he felt hope. He abruptly stood up, so fast that the chair fell to the floor. He started looking wildly for Fawkes, but for some reason could not find him!

He suddenly started feeling a humongous amount of energy emanating from the center of his office, yet there were no object's there. In a bright flash of light and energy, his phoenix appeared, holding what appeared to be a parcel in his talons! He was mystified, not because of Fawkes appearing, but because of the manner he had appeared. Fawkes had always appeared in a flash of fire, not a flash of light accompanied by a flash of magic..

'What is in the parcel, I wonder...',

He strode forward, untied the parcel and put it on his desk. After doing that he turned towards Fawkes's perch and strode forward. Fawkes was apparently very tired, as he had immediately flown there after giving the parcel, he now stood there snoozing. He tenderly brought his hand forward and started stroking Fawkes head, "What have you got for me, my dear friend?", he inquired.

In return, Fawked gently nuzzled his palm and pointed his one wing toward the parcel.

"You want me to open it?", He queried. He received a nod in return, after the nod, Fawkes eyes closed and he fell asleep.

Albus snorted, 'Such a helpful friend I have!'

He went to the parcel and opened it, he immediately noticed there were book's. Seven to be exact. There was a letter too. He opened the letter and started reading it, it was thus:

Dear Albus,

Hello, headmaster. Forgive me, if I sound too informal, but I have know you forever, but you do not even know me, and probably will not know me, until 31st July, 1980.

Here his eyes went wide and looked to ward's Fawkes in amazement. He knew that phoenix were being's created by magic, but to travel to the future and back, that he had thought impossible. He suddenly knew that the books were from future, how many year's he would probably find out, but they were from honest to god, for future!

It meant he could see what it was like, feels and read what the book told him, maybe even change it. Maybe it spelled the end of the war... maybe. He hurriedly went back to the letter;

My name is Harry James Potter, my father was James Potter and my mother Lily Potter nee Evans.

Here he was shocked again! James Potter and Lily Evans! He never thought that couple would work out, with James Potter being a prankster and a bit egoistical, and Lily Evans refusing him every time, maybe it would change this year. He could see the change in James Potter, how he had matured and was behaving himself.

'Maybe it will happen this year...' He mentally chuckled, this was most surprising.

Shocking isn't it? Well, let me tell you, I was enjoying the sun and suddenly I got the surprise of my life! Fawkes appeared in front of me! I know you must think how this is surprising, but you must know in my time, Fawkes had disappeared after your death.

'Death? So I die, but by seeing as he has written to me, he clearly knew me, so I still have some year's to go...' If only he could secure the future of this world, he would most gladly go to his next great adventure. He mentally chuckled and read the next line's;

Forgive me for saying this and revealing the future, but you must know you can change it! I know what you must be thinking, but listen, the moment those books arrive in the past, a new reality will be created. In my reality, there was no fire flaming bird carrying books of future, so the moment Fawkes will arrive that will create a divergence. My reality will continue and my past will remain the same, but you will have no set future! You can read the books and change it, for now there is no set future for you as it was before the arrival of Fawkes.

Now, you must be thinking how much should we change, well just read and you decide. They all are from my prospective, as I was the main protagonist, as you would say. In two year from now, you will hear a prophecy, that will tell of a child being born, who will defeat the Dark Lord, my a pure choice, I turned out to be that.

There is a room located on the seventh floor in the left corridor of the castle. It is a room that can provide you with anything you need, with a few exception's. We call it, Room of Requirment's, it has a hidden entrance opposite the tapestry depicting the attempt of Barnabas the Barmy to teach trolls ballet. The way to open the room is to walk past it three times thinking about what you need, and the door will appear. Go there and think, 'I need a comfortable place to read the future.'

Don't worry, with Fawkes, I have sent an enchantment back, that one all the people have assembled inside the room, time will stop for outside.

I never had a childhood professor, I cannot regain that, but I can make it happen so that it does not happen to any other me. Please, professor. Change the future. I have included a list for whom all to assemble. Goodbye.

With all my love and respect,

Harry J. Potter

Stunned. That was the emotion, his body was under. This was a god-send. But what he had read worried him, a child of prophecy? The only one to defeat the greatest dark lord of all time, that alone would destroy a childhood, but he knew that was not what Harry meant, when he said that. He could also garner that many had died, that was why Harry Potter was so adamant. Harry Potter had sent him a gift, that was worth more than anything, just so he, Albus, could save the future generation. He would do his best to honor it.

He looked at the list;

I) Albus Dumbledore,

II) Minerva McGonagall, (O)

III) Filius Flitwick,

IV) Pomona Sprout,

V) James Potter

VI) Sirius Black

VII) Remus Lupin

VIII) Peter Pettigrew

IX)Lily Evans

X) Alice Prewett

XI) Fabian Prewett (O)

XII) Gideon Prewett (O)

XIII) Regulus Black

XIV) Severus Snape

XV) Molly Weasley (O)

XVI) Arthur Weasley (O)

XVII) Alastor Moody (O)

XVIII) Abeforth Dumbledore (O)

XIX) Amelia Bones

XX) Edgar Bones (O)

XXI) Dedalus Diggle (O)

XXII) Hestia Jones (O)

That was quite a list he thought. The people whose name had 'O' in front of it, were the member's of the Order of Phoenix.

He made a letter with each of their name's and summoned house elves to deliver them. The elves would deliver the letter to those who were in the castle and for those who lived outside, the elves would send it through the owl mail.

It was 14:00, so he had written the time of the meeting to be 20:30, after dinner.

He then now properly looked at the title's and they sent a chill down his spine after reading the names. He was troubled, he wondered what type of life Harry had led, that such dangerous items as the Sorcerers Stone was mentioned.

His mind full of dark thought about the future, he set about to take a nap. Dreading as well as looking forward to when the time would come to read the books.

A/N: So, did you like it? Hate it? Shall I continue? Please tell me, I would really like if you would tell me of any grammatical mistakes you find in this story, as I have no beta or anything of that sort. I have tried to keep that date's and year's to the canon. I would really like any type of constructive criticism. Please review. Thank you for taking your time to read this story.