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Chapter 2 - Rumors
Albus Dumbledore was sitting in his study, reading the day's issue of The Daily Prophet. Only a day had past since Voldemort's disaperance, but the news of that as well as rumors of the Potters' deaths were spreading like wildfire.
The Daily Prophet, November 1st, 1981
HE WHO MUST NOT BE NAMED DEAD
POTTERS JAMES AND LILY FOUND DEAD-WORK OF YOU-KNOW-WHO
HARRY POTTER: DEAD OR ALIVE?
The topic that was most popular these days was the final question-just where did young Harry go that night? Dumbledore himself did not know where the young boy was, but he had a guess, and his guesses usually were accurate. Setting down the paper, he glanced at an old bronze clock hanging near the closed wooden door. "Fudge should be here at any moment," he thought.
Suddenly the sound of stairs could be heard. Knowing Fudge was making his way up the stoned staircase, Dumbledore adgusted his posture upon the chair and waited. Finally, a knock was made upon the door, and Dumbledore said calmly, "Come in, Corneilius."
Fudge walked in looking stressed. His face had a few drops of sweat on it, his eyes showing he hadn't slept well. Dispite these features, however, he gave a kind smile to Dumbledore as he sat upon one of the cushioned chairs in front of the headmaster's desk.
"Dumbledore, it has been too long," Fudge started.
"I would have said the same, Fudge, if it were not for the fact that danger is still upon us all." Dumbledore replied.
"Still? Dumbledore, you think there is still a chance that…He…will return?" Fudge questioned. "Many wizards are celebrating You-Know-Who's downfall! Most all I've met and seen in the past few hours are completely convinced that he is dead for good!"
"Alas, they are wrong," Dumbledore stated, "I am sure that Voldemort is still alive….weak beyond measure and torn from his body…but still alive. Fudge, he will return one day, and all who celebrate now should still be on their guard. Nevertheless, they do have a right to celebrate his defeat for now. We have had so little to enjoy ever since he started rounding up followers those many years ago."
Fudge had flinched when Dumbledore had said Voldemort's name, and it was obvious why. Most wizards and witches were fearful of him, so no one liked saying his name unless it was absolutely necessary. Dumbledore, known as the only person Voldemort was ever scared of, refused to dodge saying Voldemort's name, explaining that a fear of a name adds to the fear of the actual thing.
"Dumbledore, have you any idea what happened to the Potters and little Harry?" Fudge asked, trying hard to change the subject. "I have been selected to take the post of Minister for Magic, which I will start in three day's time, but already hundreds of wizards are sending me letters with the most appaling rumors. Some are so bad, I can't believe someone could think of such things. Before I left this morning, I received a howler from a witch mother stating that I should 'Find You-Know-Who as fast as possible, because he's got the Potter's boy, Harry, and I know he's training him to become a Death Eater!' Others are saying that its my duty as Minister to find the boy immediately! I am fully aware of that, Albus, but no one has any idea where Harry could have gone! You don't reckon he's been killed?"
"No, Harry hasn't been killed, I am sure of that, Fudge. If Harry had died, I have no doubt Voldemort would have alerted the wizarding world as quickly as possible to inform them that their 'savior' had fallen. Although, I'm sure most of them would have wondered how Harry could have been their savior." Dumbledore said with a chuckle.
"You know, don't you?" Fudge said, "You know why Harry's the Boy Who Lived, you know why he saved us all, I know you do!"
"Oh, indeed I know," Dumbledore replied, "But I am afraid I cannot inform you why."
"I expected you would say something similar to that." Fudge sighed. "But how can we find the boy?"
"I have plans for him when we locate him. I am sure one of my staff would know something of his whearabouts, Fudge. I shall inform you when he is found."
"Right, and until then, I shall make sure Crouch askes each Death Eater we captured to reveal information on Harry before they are sentenced to Azkaban. We shall find him. Good day, Dumbledore." Fudge rose from the chair, and made his way to the door.
"Good day, Fudge, and best of luck with becoming Minister." Dumbledore called.
As Fudge closed the door, Dumbledore sighed. He knew exactly where Harry was at the moment-he had known the very minute Hagrid had returned saying there was no sign of Harry anywhere ("I was'n able ter find him!"). He would call his staff to his office, and he hoped, for Harry's sake, Severus would come clean.