The Truth
There was a knock on the front door of number 4, Privet Drive, and the boy answered. He opened it and screamed, slamming the door shut again. There was an audible click from the lock.
A few seconds later, there was another knock.
"What do you want?" A terrified squeak sounded from inside the house.
"Harry, please let me in. My name is Albus Dumbledore, and I'd like to talk to you about your parents." The man called Dumbledore called though the door.
That gave Harry a pause. "I was told not to let strangers in, and I'm sticking to that. Talk to me through the door. I warn you, I've got a phone in my hand now and I will call the police if you try anything."
Dumbledore chuckled, and said, "Harry, I understand that my appearance may be slightly odd to you, but I assure you, I mean you no harm. In fact, I'm here to help you."
There was another squeak from the boy. "Get on with it! What do you know about my parents?"
Dumbledore's voice said, "Oh, they were very powerful people, Harry. Good people. They were murdered by an evil man named Voldemort, who you helped vanquish eleven years ago, when you were just a baby. But this isn't about them, I'd like to talk about you."
"What rubbish is this? My parents died in a car accident! Who names their kid Voldemort? And no, I've never vanquished anything in my life! You're crazy!" Harry called back.
"No Harry, I'm not. Despite what the Minister might say about me, I'm quite sane. The point is, Harry, you're a wizard." Dumbledore called.
This elicited a pause from the startled pre-teen.
"A what? I could have sworn you said wizard. And that's ridiculous."
"That is what I said. Not only are you a wizard, but you also destroyed the most powerful dark lord ever, Voldemort. You may not believe me, but I swear what I say is the truth... Harry, we need your help. You see, the wizarding world is in danger. You destroyed Voldemort's body, but not his soul. Using my not inconsiderable sources, I have determined that he split his soul into sevearl pieces. I would destroy them myself, except for the prophecy. It says that you must be the one to finally kill the madman, and to do this you will require extra magic training, and-"
The boy called through the door, "This is where I'd slam the door in your face, but it's already closed." So saying, he unlocked the door, opened it wide, and slammed it home, breaking the aged wizard's already crooked nose once more.
This was the first piece of fan fiction I ever wrote, a few years back. I've decided to uploaded it unbeta'd and unedited.