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Chapter 1
Dumbledore sighed sadly. It would have been the day that Harry would start his sixth year at Hogwarts, if it weren't for two factors. One, if Harry hadn't been killed during that summer. And two, if Voldemort hadn't destroyed Hogwarts quickly after he took over.
Dumbledore was hidden in the far back of the cave; the same one Sirius had hidden in not even three years ago, in fact. But Sirius was dead now. That entire crowd was. Lupin, Mad-eye Moody… even Tonks. The Weasleys were gone, too… every last one of them.
Dumbledore wiped the tears from his eyes. All of the students that he loved were dead: witty Hermione, those funny Weasleys, timid Neville. All dead. The only previous students that were still alive were most of the Slytherins. What a bright future.
Dumbledore shivered and crawled out of the cave to look at the smoldering ruins of Hogsmeade. Homes and shops of dear friends were scattered in pieces all around the street. This was where children had once joked and laughed. Happiness was once here. But when Voldemort rules, he's the only one aloud to be happy.
No Muggles were left in Voldemort's world. They didn't even know who killed them. Sick-minded Deatheaters who took pleasure in murder probably destroyed their homes.
Dumbledore returned to the cave. He knew he should move on from it soon, since Voldemort was after him. He hadn't been in one place for more than a week. He hadn't eaten anything all day, either. If Harry were alive… if Hogwarts was still there… he would be warm and comfortable now and he would be feasting.
Once again, he burst into tears, but remembered that he could not stop his work: a way to make it all right again, a way to have Harry live and a way to win the final fight and save everyone.
Dumbledore managed to continue with his purpose. He held up his what if, a small mirror that fit in his hand. A what if showed him the present, but if there was something different, if there was a 'what if'. Dumbledore had been asking it "what if" scenarios all summer, but the present seemed the same or worse.
Suddenly, he remembered how he couldn't prove Tom Riddle for the vile snake that he was since the very beginning. What could he change in the past to do that? Then it suddenly hit Dumbledore.
"What if Myrtle Morrison didn't die?" he asked the what if. He looked into the mirror and smiled pleasantly at what he saw: there was Harry laughing with his friends on the train. There was no scar on his forehead.
