Chapter 2
No sleep
Dumbledore sat in his office idly moving his wand between his fingers. His thoughts ran wild going over every crazy theory he could come up with to find the chamber and save the girl. Whilst a small part of him was enraged that he with all this power was useless in finding the chamber. He had scoured the castle from high to low, even going so far as to circumvent the charms on the girl's dorms in the common rooms, and still nothing. He was almost resigned to his fate of being the headmaster that Hogwarts was closed under; when he felt it. There was a disturbance in the wards as a portkay blasted through the wards only being one way for them in case of emergency. Albus had almost forgotten about the elder Weasleys in his office has they reacted to the whirling instrument in his room suddenly going off Dumbledore immediately reacted to his old habit of calling come in before the person outside could knock on the door. The instrument instantly stopped spinning as the door opened and Dumbledore paused for second rendered, for what he noted as the eighth time, speechless. After the initial pause Mrs Weasley leapt at her daughter pulling her into her arms as Dumbledore regained his composure before saying "Miss Weasley are you alright and what happened down their?"
Ginny simply said "Harry Potter saved me."
Half an hour later Dumbledore finally sent Ginny down to the hospital wing with her parents to get checked over whilst he contemplated the latest twist in the Harry Potter tale. He remember how it all begun back then on that misty Halloween night. He had decided the best course of action was to leave Harry with his relatives safe from Voldemort and his followers behind the blood wards he had constructed using Lily Potter's sacrifice. Looking back now he realised he had been reckless just leaving a letter to explain he should of done it himself not hid in the shadows. He still couldn't believe what had happened next a week later the wards had fallen and he had rushed their only to find that the Dursleys had only had the boy for a matter of days. Worse still they had mistreated him barely feeding him and locking him in the cupboard under the stairs to sleep. At first he believed the boy had used accidental magic to apparate out as on the second night all the Dursleys recalled was a loud crack in the night.
After this the waters simply became even murkier. He had searched all the locations he though the child might go from Godric's hallow to Hogwarts its self he had even visited Remus checking he didn't accidently target a person rather than a place. The manhunt that took place when he finally revealed what had happened to the ministry had gotten them nowhere. For a time he had believed the boy may have simply vanished himself. After all magic was all about intent and power and Harry he knew had plenty of the latter.
Years later rumours, myths and wild tales had begun of a boy no more than 4 appearing from nowhere to save people. At first he didn't believe there was any connection between these tall tales and the fate of the boy who lived. However when his old friend Moody had his own run with the child he began to suspect something was happening that even he couldn't predict. The memory Moody gave him of the incident showed how he had flown in and interrupted an illegal potions ingredients bust taking down the criminals before they knew what happened. The spell he used ,though stunners, were remarkably powerful and cast silently before he and spun all ,Dumbledore could make out was a flash of emerald green eyes has Moody fell himself stunned by a mere child.
What struck Dumbledore was not the boy's apparent skill at magic but his remarkable resemblance to James Potter but with Lily's eyes. For the third time in his life Dumbledore was left speechless. He came up of the pensive and simply sat at his desk lost in thought. After much deliberation he decided that the best of action was to find the boy so that he may know the truth.
Not long after the world was alerted to the boy when the daily prophet ran a story trying to find the truth among the rumours prompting many wizards to come forth with their tales of how they were saved. Eventually one man came forth who had heard the boy muttering himself at one point saying come on Potter think. The next day the headline ran Boy Who Lived Lived.
From that day onwards the child had been his biggest headache since Voldemort himself. Speculation ran wild over how this could happen, whether he was involved, was he alone, who trained him but most of all why. Some worshiped him as a hero, others he became a bedtime story and image of hope, others despised and feared him but wise old Dumbledore was simply left confused never being able to find him or predict his actions.
It had gone on this way for several years with Dumbledore once even managing to catch sight of him when he had found Greyback caught in a net suspended from the tower of London. He saw the boy standing atop it as one journalist took pictures. He was wearing a torn cloak and turned his eyes to Dumbledore just before he apparated.
This latest event left him confounded the boy had found a chamber he himself had failed to locate inside his school. The boy was an enigma. He would need to find him he wondered if miss Weasley would knew more than she let on saying only that he had saved her and sealed the chamber forever. The girl would need her family in the coming weeks. He trusted the Weasleys to what was right for her. However he had asked to be kept informed purely in the interests of looking after a student of his school of course.
The diary he had been left with however was a thing of beauty for those who could read it the magic was intricately hidden within the object. Even though it was now dormant lacking the core removed by the fang it still radiated power. The object would require much study but for now he resolved it must be put on hold as he continued to search for the boy believing if he found him he would find all the answers.
