The Great Man
By Polydicta
Harry is visiting the headmaster, Albus Dumbledore ...
Disclaimer:
All fiction is derivative and fan fiction doubly so. I make no claim to own any part of any of the following, all I have done is an attempt to put together the elements in a novel fashion, using words and ideas like Lego ™ bricks.
There is no money involved – all I do is to share what I do for my own amusement.
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The Great Man
Albus Dumbledore sat at his desk working on the Hogwarts budget. He was interrupted by a knock on the door.
"Enter!"
A young man with messy black hair and startling green eyes entered.
"Ah, Harry, my boy. Please come in. Lemon drop?"
"No thanks headmaster. You wanted to see me?"
"Yes, my boy. I'm sorry, but it will be necessary for you to return to Privet Drive again this summer, for your own safety."
"Of course, headmaster. I suppose it is for the Greater Good, after all."
"So glad you understand, my boy. Now off you go and enjoy your summer. The express leaves in less than an hour."
Harry Potter turned and left the headmaster's study, closing the door quietly.
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As he stepped out into the corridor he greeted his wife.
"What do they say, 'Mione?"
She looked grave. "There's no real hope, Harry. I know you're fond of the old coot, and so am I, but he's retreated into a world of fantasy -–a world where some Dark Lord was ascendant. For some reason, he's managed to become fixated on you being the saviour of the wizarding world."
Harry chuckled. "What? Really? Since when?"
She smiled wanly. "He's been going downhill since out first year, but the events surrounding Ced's death probably pushed him over the edge."
He shook his head. "The daft old thing's worse than I thought. Anyway, how do you know what he's imagining?"
"He's been talking about it and writing his memoirs. Dr Rowling has got it all on paper …"