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Summary: What if Harry never made it to Hogwarts when he was 11? What if the Dursley's did manage to stop him? 17-year-old Harry lives in the Muggle world. Not know is past, not knowing his identity, not knowing his destiny... Voldemort rises again & the Wizarding world needs Harry's help. Can Harry help them? Will he?
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Dumbledore paced around his office. The lines in his old face more visible than ever. He had just heard the news. Voldemort, after years of staying dormant, he had finally decided to start again. Yesterday Death eaters had attacked a Muggle village. A remote town, with a small population. That was a massacre. No one in the village was left alive.
" What are we going to do?" mumbled Fudge.
Dumbledore shook his head sadly, " I don't know.But I have one final idea, one last plan." Fudge looked at Dumbledore eagerly, waiting for an answer, any solution. Dumbledore sighed tiredly, " Harry Potter..." he said slowly, and "The boy is our last chance."
Fudge looked at Dumbledore as if he had gone mad. " Harry Potter? The-Boy-Who-Lived?" Fudge spluttered. " That's impossible. The boy has no training. Even our best Aurors weren't able to stop him, and you think a boy with no magical training what so ever can?" he demanded.
Dumbledore stared back at Fudge, his blue eyes burning behind his half moon glasses.
" Harry's our last and only chance. We've tried everything!" Dumbledore replied, a strange harshness in his voice.
" Alright" said Fudge finally, nodding in agreement," We have to get Harry Potter! "
Summary: What if Harry never made it to Hogwarts when he was 11? What if the Dursley's did manage to stop him? 17-year-old Harry lives in the Muggle world. Not know is past, not knowing his identity, not knowing his destiny... Voldemort rises again & the Wizarding world needs Harry's help. Can Harry help them? Will he?
Default Chapter
Dumbledore paced around his office. The lines in his old face more visible than ever. He had just heard the news. Voldemort, after years of staying dormant, he had finally decided to start again. Yesterday Death eaters had attacked a Muggle village. A remote town, with a small population. That was a massacre. No one in the village was left alive.
" What are we going to do?" mumbled Fudge.
Dumbledore shook his head sadly, " I don't know.But I have one final idea, one last plan." Fudge looked at Dumbledore eagerly, waiting for an answer, any solution. Dumbledore sighed tiredly, " Harry Potter..." he said slowly, and "The boy is our last chance."
Fudge looked at Dumbledore as if he had gone mad. " Harry Potter? The-Boy-Who-Lived?" Fudge spluttered. " That's impossible. The boy has no training. Even our best Aurors weren't able to stop him, and you think a boy with no magical training what so ever can?" he demanded.
Dumbledore stared back at Fudge, his blue eyes burning behind his half moon glasses.
" Harry's our last and only chance. We've tried everything!" Dumbledore replied, a strange harshness in his voice.
" Alright" said Fudge finally, nodding in agreement," We have to get Harry Potter! "