Headmaster Dumbledore looked up when he heard a knock on the door.
"Come in," he called.
Professor McGonagall walked in.
"Sorry to bother you, Headmaster, but I think you might want to tell Mr. Potter about being a wizard."
"Oh? Wouldn't his relatives have told him?"
"Not exactly." She handed him an envelope.
Dumbledore took the envelope and looked at the back. It said: "Mr. Harry Potter, St. Joseph Orphanage, London, England."
"Oh," said Dumbledore in shock. "I guess I'd better do as you suggested."
Dumbledore hesitated slightly before knocking on the door to Harry's room and then walked in. There, sitting on a bed, was Harry. It took a while for Dumbledore to realize it but then he thought, "Bollocks. This is familiar."
Harry was sitting in a way very similar to a one Tom Marvolo Riddle.
Dumbledore hesitantly asked, "You don't happen to know how to talk to snakes, do you?"
"Yes," replied a young Harry. "How'd you know?"
"And have you ever done something strange when you were angry or scared?"
"I guess. It's mostly to get back at those who hurt me."
"Ah. And how do you feel about the people in this orphanage?"
"They're horrible. Are you going to take me away? I'd love to live in a place with only nice people like you or me. Can you imagine it? A world without people like those in this orphanage and my relatives."
"Well," Dumbledore thought to himself, "here we go again. I really messed this up."
Years later, as Dumbledore saw a green light coming towards him and two nearly identical maniacal grins, his last thought was, "Whoops."