Dear Harry,

I am sending you this letter to tell you that I am not actually dead. Though I performed well in convincing people that I was, did I not? A simple illusion charm helped, too. You are probably wondering how I survived the Avada Kedavra curse. I will explain everything later. I am sorry for any sorrow I put you through. On June 26th, call a meeting at the meeting place for the order, along with Ms. Granger and Mr. Wealsey. It should be at 1:00. I will arrive at 1:30 disguised as a younger man. Explain this letter before I arrive, and I shall explain the rest.

Don't lose hope,

Albus Dumbledore

Harry Potter stared at the letter that he had just received. After his sixth year at Hogwarts, Harry had returned for his very last summer at the Dursley's. He had written two letters to Hermione and Ron each and received two back from Ron and three back from Hermione since school had ended on June eighteenth. He checked the calendar. It was June twenty-fourth. Well, he thought, I better get the meeting together.

Harry sat at the head of the table at 12 Grimmauld Place.

He looked around at the other occupants. On his left sat Hermione. Her hair had grown out and now flowed down to right above the small of her back. It was no longer bushy due to the length, and now fell down her back in wild, cinnamon-honey curls. Her chocolate brown eyes twinkled with worry and excitement. She now was the height of about 5'1". She had matured and had a slender body with fabulous curves. Ron now reached the towering height of 6'4" and his red hair was as bright as ever. Ron and Hermione had gone on their very first date yesterday. They came back laughing but would not tell anyone what happened. All they said was that they were not meant to be and were like brother and sister.

Next to Ron were Fred, then George, Charlie, Bill (who was still covered in scars but was not a werewolf), Fleur, Mrs. Weasley, Mr. Weasley, Remus, Tonks, Kingsley, Mad-Eye Moody, Mrs. Figg, and Professor McGonagall.

Harry sighed and checked his watch. 1:00. He called order and began talking.

"Hi everyone. I called you here for a specific reason. Two days ago, I received a letter…" He told everyone about the letter and, when he finished, everyone started saying his or her opinions on what was really happening.

"EVERYONE SHUT UP!" Everyone turned to face Hermione with looks of shock on their faces. She shrugged timidly as a light shade of pink spread across her face.

"Sorry, but everyone was so loud. Anyone, don't you think Harry considered all of what you're saying? He had me prepare a Veritaserum Potion and I put a charm on the house that I recently invented so only the members of the Order and Harry, Ron, and I can pe

rform magic. So, as Harry said, 'Dumbledore'," She used air quotes here, "will be here in 21 seconds. I suggest that everyone calm down prepare for what may or may not happen. Also, I read in-" Hermione was cut short at the sound of a doorbell. Hermione had cast a silencing spell on Mrs. Black's portrait. She and Harry exchanged looks of understanding, and the two of them went to get the door. Standing there was a tall, young man with short, brown, wavy hair, hazel eyes, and light blue robes.

"Good Evening, Harry. Ms. Granger. Might I come in?"

"Of Course you may." Harry gave Hermione a look and she nodded in understanding.

"Would you like some tea?"

"Tea would be wonderful."

Hermione went into the kitchen, and came back out a few minutes later with a cup of tea. She looked at Harry with a meaningful look, and he knew that she had put the truth potion in it. She was about to hand it to the man but she stopped in her tracks and gasped. Everyone had similar reactions. The young man was transforming and his body was contorting oddly.

"Oh goodness, he was using a polyjuice potion and it's wearing off!" Hermione was in shock. As soon as Dumbledore's body had fully replaced the young man's, she shook her head and handed him the tea. "Dumbledore" thanked her and took a large sip. His eyes went unfocused and he looked as if in a trance. Hermione smiled at her success and began the questioning.

"What is your name?"

"Albus Dumbledore."

"What was your most recent job?"

"Headmaster of Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

"How come you are not dead?"

"I have my own Sorcerer's stone. I cannot die."

"Where have you been since your funeral?"

"I stayed in my house. No one has visited it since my funeral."

"Who's body did you impersonate when you came in?

"My nephew's grandson, Archibald."

"Is Snape really a traitor to the light side?"

"Yes. Severus is a traitor to the light side."

Hermione turned to Harry. "Well, the potion is about worn off and I'm done with questioning. Do you want to ask anything?"

Harry shook his head just as Dumbledore's trance ended. He was truly amazed that Dumbledore was not dead. Dumbledore, now fully out of his trance, began speaking.

"Well, it's nice to see all of you again. Now, I understand that this may be difficult for you to accept, and I apologize once again for any pain or doubt I may have caused, but I hope you all trust me enough to not be too mad at me."

Everyone nodded their heads to say that they forgave Dumbledore.

"Good. If I may, I believe now would be a good time for a meeting with the order. No, Mr. Weasley, that does not include students."

Harry, Hermione, and Ron walked disappointedly out of the room.

When the meeting was over, Mrs. Weasley explained who would be sleeping where.

"Harry will stay here and have his own room, Hermione will also stay and have her own room, right next to Harry's. Remus and Tonks will share a room near there. Everyone else is going home, yes including you and me, Ron. Tomorrow, Ron, Ginny and I will return so I can make breakfast and we'll have some fun. Everyone who is going home should be leaving right now, so you can get settled. I'll see you tomorrow Harry dear, Hermione."

As soon as she finished her little speech, Mrs. Weasley gave Harry and Hermione two enormous, warm hugs and shooed everyone except for the Gryffindor duo, Lupin, and Tonks out.

Once everyone was gone, the remaining four said goodnight and went to bed.