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Council of Dumbledores

Harry Potter got off the Hogwarts Express with naught more than a forlorn look back. He never liked returning to the regular, boring world during the summer. But all good things had to come to an end, didn't they? With that sobering thought, he turned away from the symbol of his one true home, before facing his expectant friends.

He got a quick friendly hug from Hermione, who excitedly whispered, "Don't you dare forget to do your homework early, like you promised!" Harry hugged her back, and only shook his head in good fun at how determined she was to make him work harder.

"How could I, with you as my best friend?" he rhetorically whispered back, before sincerely adding, "But seriously though, thanks for everything this past year." Unsaid between them was the illegal use of a time-turner right at the end when it was needed. "I'm gonna actually try hard in school from now on." And he really was.

After they broke their hug, Hermione ran off to her parents, who were mingling with Arthur and Molly Weasley a little ways off. Next he got a parting, firm handshake from Ron, who whispered, "You'll let us know if the muggles mistreat you, won't you Harry?"

"If I didn't, then the summer wouldn't really be complete, would it?" replied Harry jokingly, though it felt kind of hollow after the words left him. "Thanks for looking out for me though, Ron." With that, the clapped each other on the back and parted ways.

"Have a good holiday, Harry!" called out Mrs. Weasley, followed by a similar chorus from every person in the throng. It was super endearing.

"And don't forget to write!" Hermione shouted out, right before the train whistle blew and drowned out everything else.

After it stopped, Harry shouted back, "Of course, I'll write you lot!" somewhat exasperated at his paranoid friends. "Do you think I'll just forget you guys as soon as summer holidays start?"

And with that parting shot, he turned away from almost all of his loved ones, facing the walkway back to the muggle world. With a deep sigh, he stepped back through the portal, back to the normal side of Kings Cross Station, back to the loathing presence of the Dursley family-

WHOWHATWHENWHEREWHY

Except something was wrong. "What's happening?!" he asked — or at least tried to; the air twisted away from him, stolen from his lungs as he warped and coiled past lights and darkness, an iridescent miasmic kaleidoscope of spinning hues and tints and shades to colors he had no names for.

This continued for probably ten, torturously disorienting and nauseating minutes until he slammed into a cold stone floor. The instant, transition-less shift from absolute motion to absolute stop was almost worse than the journey, and Harry felt like he was about to empty his stomach, intestines, liver, kidneys, and lungs all in one moment.

Or perhaps his insides were made of Jell-O. Would that explain the insufferable itchiness of his internal organs? At the moment, he wasn't too sure.

Several voices gasped, and some words were spoken, but they were too muffled for him to even try understanding what they were saying. His vision was even more blurry than if he were underwater without his glasses, and his nose smelled hospital-smell (for lack of a better word).

For a few moments, his existence stayed just as miserable, before he gradually regained control and composure over his body and mind.

He sat up, blinking at the room around him. Although, room isn't a good way to describe the place he was in. Amphitheatre would be a much more apt description, actually.

He was in the center of a pentagram, with a candle on each point of the star. In his immediate surroundings, there were roughly a dozen cloaked people staring at him with something he could not begin to understand glinting in their barely visible, though oddly congruent, eyes. And then, spreading outward and upward, looking down on him from all sides, were rows upon rows of cloaked figures with the same glowing eyes.

"Where the fuck am I?" he fearfully asked, before adding, "How the fuck did I get here? Who the fuck are you people? What the fuck is going on?" Then he looked down at himself, and screamed, "Why the bloody hell am I fucking naked?!"

The people standing around him alternated between studying him and exchanging glances amongst themselves. They started whispering, their words muffled and distorted so he couldn't make out more than snippets of conversation if he strained his ears.

"Inter or Transdimensional-"
"Meta through Pataphysical-"
"Infinite and Transfinite-"

"HEY!" he screamed, causing them all to stop talking. One of them waved their hand, and the buzzing in his ears faded away. "WHAT… WHO… WHERE?!"

"We can hear you just fine," said a hauntingly familiar voice. The figure pulled their hood back, to reveal brilliant white hair, gleaming blue eyes under half-moon spectacles, and a crooked nose that looked like it'd been broken twice.

"Dumbledore?" Harry questioned, unsure of what was going on.

"Yes?" all the people around him asked, in identical voices. All the hoods were pulled back, showing twelve different Albus Dumbledores standing in a circle around him. Then everybody, of the hundreds or even thousands of people looking down on him, removed their hoods to reveal even more Albus Dumbledores.

Taking all this in, Harry's eyes tolled into the back of his head and he promptly fainted.

They all sighed at the same time, before one said aloud, "We'll have to introduce ourselves after he regains consciousness, it seems."
"We don't have time to spare for this!" said one of the perpetually angry Dumbledores in the first row.
"Arrrg, da fate o' da omniverse rests on that tharr boy!" shouted a different one, this one wearing a full-blown pirate costume.
"Then let's not waste time with meta-discourse," said yet another, this one with the milky grey eyes of a blind man, wearing a white lab coat.

"Enervate!" incanted a nearby Dumbledore who was slightly more pragmatic than the rest, casting the spell that forcibly woke Harry back up.
"It was for the Greater Good," said one Dumbledore with a symbol of the Deathly Hallows on his robes.

"Wha-"

"All of your questions will be answered," said a rosy cheeked Dumbledore in a kindly manner.
"Affirmative," added a robot that had a metallic beard, blinking blue lights, and a pointy head instead of a hat.

One Dumbledore floated down to the floor, blue runes flowing over his skin as he approached Harry. "Harry James Potter, of Earth A-01. Thou stands before thy Council of Dumbledores. A great task lays ahead of thee, one that we shalt prepare thou for."

"Council... of Dumbledores?" Harry asked.

"We are all Albus Dumbledore," answered a grey-skinned Dumbledore with shrewd red eyes, and needle-like fangs.
"There is a transfinite, in-quantifiable number of parallel universes," said another, this one with a nasty burn covering his face.
"We hail from a small fraction of these realities," said one whose head was inside a fishbowl full of water. He had gills.
"Police the omniverse, we do," said a diminuitive Dumbledore with green skin, pointy ears, and a walking stick.

"Oh," was really all Harry could come up with to say after that explanation. "What, uh, what am I supposed to do?"

"You will train under us twelve," said one of the Dumbledore that were on the main floor with him. "We are the most powerful and knowledgeable magicians on the Council."

And so, Harry summer just became a whole lot more hectic.