A/N: Okay, this is my first fic ever

A/N: Okay, this is my first fic ever. I tried one earlier in the year, but it was crap. Most characters and phrases belong to J.K. Rowling and the HP publisher, so don't sue! The few that don't are names I created. My special thanks goes to JuanitaSongfalls, aka Moosey, aka Gishew, as the list goes on. Not only did she introduce me and get me interested to ff.net, but she actually reads my story and gives me advice, as well as creating a long list of names for made-up characters to help me since yours truly couldn't do create a decent name to save my life. All the weird jokes only we get are all for you! In the series, there will be a few Buffy quotes, since that is my favorite show [along with CSI, but that had nothing to do with the fic]. Anyway, you can read her incredibly good stories on the site. Thanks also to Winter, Jills, and all my other friends. Oh, and to Matt, too, for actually boosting my confidence with lying that the story was half decent. It was nice of you until you said you didn't want to read it anymore. I appreciate it anyway!

A/N: Italics and asterisks indicate the past, or a trip down memory lane for significant character of the moment, just in case you get confused. Please review, I need a lot of direction to get this story going!



...And Harry ran as he had never run in his life, knocking two stunned Death Eaters aside as he passed; he zigzagged headstones, feeling their curses follow him, hearing them hit the headstones- he was dodging curses and graves, pelting towards Cedrics body, no longer aware of the pain in his leg, his whole being concentrated on what he had to do-

"Stand aside! I will kill him! He is mine!" shrieked Voldemort. Harry's hand closed on Cedric's wrist; but Cedric was too heavy to carry-

Harry's scream echoed dismally in the cemetery. His hand scraped the Triwizard cup, but it was too late. The rush of speeding death was upon him, green light-



Dumbledore awoke from his nightmare of a daydream, or, rather, perhaps you would call it a daymare. He found himself standing in a midst of a throng of people, frantically scrambling around in the ensuing chaos. Snapping back to action, he ordered the teachers about him to separate the students back in to their houses. He needed to think. Moody, where was Moody, he had some serious questions to ask him, or rather, the fake impostor of Moody. Dumbledore was finishing to puzzle out his unique and troubling reverie. He knew now the truth about Moody. the plans of the Dark Lord, he just only hoped his connection had turned in to a fictional nightmare where Harry was concerned. If Moody escaped-

Screams emanated all about. The news traveled like wildfire. Where was Dumbledore? Professor McGonagall rushed up to him.

"Albus!" Her face showed exasperated relief, but then that quickly faded to anguished sorrow.

"Harry Potter and Cedric Diggory, headmaster, they're back and-" she choked-

"Say no more Minerva. I feared as much." Dumbledore replied, but all the same, the twinkling light that usually shone brilliantly out of his eyes, illuminating the world around him and his interest in it, seemed to have died. He struggled to hide his true feelings inside. He had to be strong as the leader in this situation. The two of them rushed over to the spot where the bodies had reappeared after almost an hour of anxiety over where the two had disappeared. Dumbledore choked down convulsive sobs- they had been the two brightest boys at Hogwarts, destined to lead great lives, fulfilled with destiny. Hysterical crying and shouting ensued all about him, more melancholy than a few minutes before. Dumbledore cleared his throat and whispered,

"Sonorus."

"Attention, everyone. Please, with the aid of the prefects and Head Boy and Girl will you all please make your way back to your houses and common rooms. All teachers, please assemble with me."

Everybody ran all about, trying to organize themselves. As soon as all but one of the teachers was gathered around Dumbledore, he announced,

"Find Moody. If you have not located him within 10 minutes, assemble in front of the entrance to my office immediately." Yet even as they scurried off to do his bidding, he had the sinking feeling that Moody was already gone. He could sense it. As he methodically began his search of the building, cataclysmic with anguished students, he thought about his vision. It had began with Harry and Voldemort in a domed web of light as if he, himself, was actually there. There were smoky looking figures, ghosts of the people Voldemort had most recently murdered. Both Harry and the Dark Lord had looks of fear displayed on their faces. Moody- Moody had been acting strangely all year, and Dumbledore knew it wasn't his abnormal dustbins- no, now he knew Moody was the faithful Dark Lord servant at Hogwarts. Who was Moody really? There wasn't any time for Dumbledore to fathom out that particular mystery at the moment. It didn't matter. They would be told or find out themselves soon enough. Whoever they were- they had to be stopped. With the faint chance that Voldemort did not yet know of Harry's death [as Voldemort's Killing Curse obviously killed him right as he grasped the Triwizard Cup- his servant could not be allowed to let that invaluable piece of information leak. As Dumbledore rounded the bend in the corridor, he found all of the other professors already there, waiting for him. He cleared his throat.

"Professors, we are indeed in grave trouble." As he proceeded to fill them in on the details of Voldemort's evil plot, he began talking automatically as he floated back to the past and happy memories long gone from the terror to be overcome in the present moment.

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James and Lily, Remus, Sirius, and all the rest of some of his favorite crowd to enjoy the company of [ an odd way to phrase that, but he thought naught of it at the time]. They were so happy, lively, beautiful in their own special way. It saddened his heart that three out of the four people in that picture were dead in the wizarding world 20 years later. And Lily. Lily. Oh, God, she was beautiful, with her copper hair, shining like the intense fire of the sun on an unbearable hot summer day. She hadn't deserved to die, but to save her son, she had. That son, who had only been bought 14 years of time. He loved her almost like a father, willing to die to protect her. It was time.

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Dumbledore felt a big weight being lifted off of his shoulders, a weight bearing down on him every day for years. As he finished telling of what was happening, he added,

"And I have one more thing to tell you all. I hired you because you are special, you did your duty, and would always pledge against Voldemort with your lives."

Several people squirmed slightly at the name, but said nothing and remained serious. Dumbledore continued.

"I- am not who I appear to be. For almost 16 years now, I have hidden my true identity- Professor Flitwick, it is time, do not stop me, I must explain. As many of you know, the real Dumbledore was honest, courageous, and willing to die for those who were his friends- and even some who weren't. Well, he helped me far beyond anything else, and gave me the greatest gift anyone can ever give or receive- the gift of life. We were dependent on each other. Dumbledore had me as his Secret Keeper for the Fidelius Charm. It was controllable- he could be visible or not whenever he pleased. We were also both on the Polyjuice Potion- we took on each other's appearances. During the day, we trained ourselves to be one another. After dark, we resumed ourselves. It was when we were about to switch, back on that fateful day- when Voldemort showed up at where Dumbledore was and killed him. Dumbledore barely fought, for if he used the true power he possessed it would give away our secret. By a weird constrictment on the 2 charms being used together and Dumbledore dying in my appearance, I have only needed to take the potion once a day, instead of every hour, to keep my image of Dumbledore intact. I assure you, we both had enough of the other's hair to probably last us the rest of our lives. But now, the time has come for me to reveal to you who I truly am, to better do the work Dumbledore sacrificed his own and saved my life to do. My real identity must be kept a secret, now that I have divulged it to you. It will be so much easier that way. I will be changing any minute. Professor Flitwick has kindly helped me all these years with his expansive knowledge on charms."

Flitwick gulped. Before their very eyes, the man they thought was Dumbledore for so many years began changing in to another being. When the transformation was complete, they gasped.

Flitwick cleared his throat. "Our conqueror against the Dark Lord is alive and risen again."