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Navy Blue Dreams and Khaki thoughts: Humorously enough I was already plotting about that…

Kissing Shards: thanks, always nice to hear people liked what they read- doesn't always help me write faster but it sure doesn't hurt xD

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"Hello Harry."

Harry's head jerked up.

"I take it you were expecting Hagrid?"

Harry turned instantly to face Dumbledore.

"I don't pretend to understand how you've come to know so much, but it's clear to me you know a lot more than Mrs. Figg led me to believe."

"It wasn't my fault Professor Dumbledore," he tried to assure him, reflexively using the title he'd used for almost six years of his life.

"So you do know who I am?"

"Yes sir."

"Well, perhaps you might fill me in to the extent of your revelation?"

Harry took a sharp breath, "The next 17 years, approximately." He frowned. "I was at my ten year graduation anniversary, and I woke up the next morning in my younger body about a month before my 11th birthday."

"Fascinating," Dumbledore stroked his beard.

"I'm not the only one who came back… I know Ron and- my friends anyway, from my year, I think- I think everyone from that year came back."

"Curious; and you don't know which one of your classmates is responsible?"

"Not yet, I have my suspicions, but given my history with the subject I'm reluctant to confront him on suspicions alone… He- he and I were- like my father and Snape."

"Professor Snape," Dumbledore corrected- apparently reflexively as he seemed to frown at his own response. He cleared his throat, "I see. And what are your plans given the information you have?"

"I had hoped to not tell anyone else who didn't know, I- slipped up with Mrs. Figg. I plan to make very few changes until I have time to properly discuss the ramifications."

"But this snake?"

"I set him free before, but this time I felt a little more responsible, I- didn't understand how or what I'd done before, this time I felt- duty-bound to make sure he's alright."

Dumbledore chuckled lightly, "I assume you understand Mrs. Figg's- apprehension at learning you're keeping a snake- and at the idea you may be a Parselmouth."

"Voldermort."

"You speak his name freely."

"Fear of a name only leads to fear of a thing itself."

"Well spoken, given your reluctance to discuss future events, I take it the future turn out mostly preferable?"

Harry frowned, "There were sacrifices, but overall I think- I doubt I could… I want to talk about it with people who knew what happened before I start changing things drastically."

"Well, if you'll take my hand I can escort you to Diagon Alley."

Harry winced, he explained when he saw Dumbledore's glance, "I never really liked Apperation, though I'm capable… I prefer brooms."

"Unfortunately given your current underage status, this is the most appropriate option."

Harry nodded, reaching over to take Dumbledore's hand. Musing to himself this time that the hand was whole and unmarred. He felt the familiar yank on his navel, but was quite used to it as he arrived in Diagon Alley without any signs of nausea.

"Hmm," Dumbledore mused in curiosity, "So I suppose Gringotts will have to be our first stop, which means that this," he held up a small key, "is now yours I believe."

Harry took his key, "Thank you Professor."

Dumbledore's nose wrinkled, "You seem, simultaneously accustomed to my presence, and yet reserved in a manner that suggests you haven't done so in quite some time."

"You were my headmaster, and- given you were the only wizard with more than the barest understanding of Voldermort, it would be natural to assume I sought your help."

Dumbledore frowned. "Indeed," he agreed, letting the matter drop at that.

Dumbledore followed Harry but let him lead the way through Gringotts. Harry went straight for the main desk and waited to be seen. "I'm here to withdraw from Vault 687."

The goblin, Griphook, Harry recognized, looked down at Harry, then up and over toward Dumbledore. "We weren't expecting you just yet; I trust you have your vault key?"

Harry held it up. Dumbledore stayed silently behind them as Griphook took them to his vault. Once the door was opened Harry quickly covered, but his eyes took the whole scene with a touch of renewed awe. Even all these years later for him, it was impressive just to see the unfettered and massive piles of galleons. He took a small, yet still respectable sized pile of Galleons and turned to leave.

Once they were out of the bank Dumbledore spoke once more. "I know your reluctance to speak on the matter, but some clarity could have drastic effect… Like perhaps to understand just how much you discovered over the years…"

"Why, so you can hide it all better this time around," Harry chuckled. "If it's about the Sorcerer's stone, my only advice is to listen to Hagrid, 'ain't no better place to hide something then Hogwarts'."

"Yes, I- had already considered that option, as I'm sure you knew."

Harry sighed, "I don't-… I don't want to say anything- because that particular event…" he scowled, "it ends up very close… but any change in either direction could just as likely do more harm than good."

Harry stopped suddenly- remembering something… He looked down…

"What?"

"I found myself thinking along dangerous moral ground… I know someone who did something very evil, for cowardly reasons… someone who's been hiding for some time, and barring exceptional circumstances would be more than content to remain hiding indefinitely… But events that I'm certain will happen, force him out of hiding- and into Voldermort's service again."

"You're considering if it's wrong to proactively force them out of hiding?"

"I could use the information to free an innocent man, but how do I explain how I know…"

"In this case, it might be prudent to explain…"

Harry scoffed, but sighed and turned to face Dumbledore. "My godfather, Sirius Black, was framed; Peter Pettigrew faked his own death. My father, Sirius, and Peter were illegal Animagi. He cut off his own finger and turned into his animal form, escaped. But Sirius eventually manages to break out of Azkaban to avenge himself against Peter, that's how I came to learn about it all…"

"I don't suppose you would be willing to tell me where Peter is hiding, if so I might contact Sirius and see if their might be any evidence to prove to others what you say."

"If I do- and you do find the evidence you need… I don't want anyone knowing I had a part, not even Sirus…"

This time Dumbledore had that twinkle in his eye that Harry had come to expect; hidden proud beaming that he couldn't actually admit to in his position.

Harry told Dumbledore about Scabbers. Then did minimal shopping, for now just the supplies to take care of Brooke, and the owl he once named Hedwig before… He also bought some rope so he could pull the supplies into his new bedroom- since the Dursley's almost never poke their heads in, except to complain, and he planned to go out of his way to avoid that for a while…

That left only Dudley… That was going to take some work… It took saving his life in the last time line to gain any respect…

Dumbledoor walked him as far as his block, but left him to walk the last bit alone.

"I'll send Hagrid by after you get your letter so you can go school shopping."

"Thank you Professor Dumbledore…"