Plot bunnies must die!
Must quiet plot bunnies, so here are a few ideas that are open to use.
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Dumbledore meet Dumbledore
(Dumbledore)
I woke up with a shiver, like someone walked on my grave. I got up and went down to my study to see if anyone had come in. Seeing no one, I walked sown and petted Fawkes.
"He likes it better slightly off center towards the left."
Spinning around I pointed my wand towards the voice, only to be greeted by my own image. "Who are you?"
This person chuckled, "I'm you, a you that will exist soon enough." He sighed, "we failed him you know."
"I don't know what you're talking about," I had a suspicion, but I was going to confirm it.
"Harry. We failed him, the only difference is that you get the chance to make it right."
"Harry Potter?"
"Yes. Our failure created a power vacuum in his life, I always thought I could prepare him by controlling the encounter, but I was unable to account for the human factor."
I was intrigued, if what he were saying were true why come back? I said as much. He replied, "I came back to try and prevent the future I see, a future where Harry becomes the next dark lord."
I felt my face flush with anger, "Harry would never fall into the dark arts!"
The man in front of me looked worn, "he would if he believed he had been wronged. I failed to keep the ones he cared for safe, that began the fall. Once he had defeated Voldemort, people worshipped him, he became the icon of light. He stood alone, eventually he succumbed to his inner demons, demons we placed there."
I scoffed, "I did no such thing."
The man shook his head, "we were warned, we knew what the consequences could be, but we assumed that he wouldn't fall. We also wanted to protect him from the fate we saw before him so we hid the details of the prophecy from him. We caused him to lose faith in us, we are the only ones responsible for the darkness in him."
I looked in this man's eyes, trying to see if he were telling me the truth. I hurled all my might at him, only to be met with a force equal to mine. While I couldn't see the information in his mind, I could tell he spoke the truth.
I hung my head in shame, I couldn't be responsible for Harry turning dark, I ensured that he would never be exposed to anyone who could corrupt him. "This can't be true, how could I be so wrong? Where did I go wrong?"
The other bowed his head, "I don't know, but the spell I used sent me to the point I could do the most good. So you know what lies ahead of you, to avert that fate, you must be willing to play the game different. Remove Harry from the Dursleys, place him with someone who cares for him. You don't have to tell him the prophecy, but I would at least give him the chance to choose."
I kept my eyes closed, I hoped that this was a bad dream, but I knew I couldn't take that chance. I felt the other me, I wasn't sure when I started to think that, disappear to only he knows where. After a while I felt Fawkes land on my shoulder, his song giving me the strength to carry through my resolve.
I would remove Harry from the Dursleys.
