A knock on the office door pulled both men out of their thoughts. Gesturing for them to stand, Dumbledore winked at Harry, though with his eyes looking red and puffy it had little of its usual charm.

"Just a moment," said Dumbledore. He pulled out his wand and rapped Harry a little hard on top of his head and on both shoulders. Feeling as though thousands of ants were walking down his body, Harry reached up to touch his face. Under his fingers, he felt nothing change, but Phineaus Nigellus's snearing laughter coming from above his head told him that something was different. While Dumbledore vanished the cot and his armchair, Harry bent over one of the more well-polished silver instruments on the table to see his reflection. Staring back at him was someone who looked remarkably similar to what Harry imagined Dumbledore must have looked like when he was in his twenties. His hair had become auburn and had straightened itself, his nose was longer and slightly crooked, and as he watch a reddish-gold goatee began sprouting around his lips and chin. The only thing that was still recognizably Harry were his emerald green eyes. Looking down, Harry saw that his robes had changed colors to lime green and chartreuse in alternating swooshes and splatters, and that Harry now seemed about a foot farther from the floor than before.

Unsure whether he should complain about the robes or just start asking questions, he opened his mouth just as Dumbledore said, "Enter." Remembering why Dumbledore had changed his appearance, Harry turned to the door just as it was opening.

Bending down to get through the doorframe was the largest ma that Harry had ever seen , though he knew that he wasn't all human. Wearing a thick brown overcoat with hundreds of pockets, the hairy bearded man's eyebrows shot up when he saw someone in the room other than Dumbledore.

"Sorry, headmaster. I did'n know ya had a guest. I'll jus' come by later," he said, turning to go back through the door.

"Don't worry, Hagrid. This isn't anything official. Please, let me introduce you to," Dumbledore looked to Harry, and he gave him a great, big wink before continuing, "Wulfric Dumbledore, my great-grandson. Wulfric, this is Rubeus Hagrid, our groundskeeper." Dumbledore's eyes were twinkling madly, and with the puffiness still surrounding them, he looked quite insane.

Hagrid looked at Harry, his eyes widening before his mouth cracked into a huge grin. "Good ta' meet ya. Ye can call me Hagrid.:

Harry was shocked that Dumbledore not only made him look like a younger version of him, but that he told Hagrid he was Dumbledore's great-grandson. That they were family. Stretching his hand out to Hagrid, he managed to swallow the lump in his throat at the feeling of acceptance. "It's good to meet you, too. You may call me Wulfric."

Smiling broadly, Dumbledore conjured a chair large enough for Hagrid to sit in comfortably. Waving them both to sit, Dumbledore turned slightly to the side before saying, "Lokky."

With a pop, a small house elf appeared next to Dumbledore's desk. Its large eyes and bulbous head were tilted slightly to the side, and the small toga like garment with a Hogwarts crest over his heart was immaculate.

"Yes, Headmaster Dumblydor, sir?" the small elf asked.

"Would you be so kind as to get us some tea and biscuits, Lokky?"

Smiling brightly, the house elf nodded enthusiastically before popping away.

"Lokky is going to be a wonderful leader of the Hogwarts house elves, don't you think?" Dumbledore looked fondly at the spot where the house elf disappeared. Turning back to look at the two men in his office, he noticed that Hagrid was trying to subtly stare at Harry, but was failing miserably at the subtlety aspect. Harry, though, was still accustomed to receiving such stares, and was busily looking at his own reflection in a small golden square that intermittently puffed out multi-colored smoke.

"So, Hagrid, what brings you to my office today? A new species found in the forbidden forest? Grindylows and merpeople at war again? The centaurs wanting to renogtiate land rights?"

Hagrid quit staring at Harry, turning back to Dumbledore. "Sir, this is 'bout that problem you wanted me ta' think on." He looked at Harry again, before continuing. "Do ye wan' me to say now?"

Dumbledore smiled at Hagrid, then said, "Wulfric has my complete confidence. Go ahead, Hagrid."

Before Hagrid could begin to give his report, another small pop announced Lokky's re-entrance bearing a large tea tray. The blue china teapot and tea cups had running griffins on the sides, chasing each other round and round joyously. There were enough sones and biscuits on the tray to feed the entire Weasley clan, including Ron. Dumbledore waved his wand over his desk, which enlarged slightly and cleared itself off so the elf could set down the massive tray.

"Thank you, Lokky," Harry said. Lokky looked overjoyed when both Dumbledore and Hagrid echoed with their own thanks.

"You's welcome, sirs," the elf said happily before popping out of the office again.

"Ah, mango marmalade. The house elves always know how to make every dish just a little more fun. Now, let's dig in first before you give your report, Hagrid." With that, the Headmaster began glopping large spoonfuls of the marmalade onto a ginger nut biscuit. Quickly following suit, Harry grabbed a still steaming scone while Hagrid poured his tea. The three didn't talk while they ate, other than occasionally asking for something to be passed back and forth.

Harry impressed both Hagrid and Dumbledore with the amount of food that he ate. He didn't know why exactly, but as soon as he took his first bite, he realized he was hungrier that he ever had been when living in the cupboard under the stairs at Privet Drive. By the time he was full he had drank ten cups of tea, ate twelve scones and two pieces of toast laden heavily with the mango marmalade.

Throughout the meal, Dumbledore's eyes would go from as happy as could be to as horribly depressed as could be. Every time he did so, it was when he was looking at the marvelous young man sitting beside him. He couldn't process all of the memories he had received; there were far too many, and he hadn't had the time to deal with them yet. But he knew that the boy had been through far, far too much already, yet he still was a happy and conscientious young man. When his thoughts drifted too far into the depressing, Fawkes would give a little chirrup from his perch. Dumbledore would just nod at the bird before sipping on his tea or munching on a biscuit.

Hagrid had never heard Fawkes be so vocal, and he split his time between watching Harry shovel another bite into his mouth and staring in wonder at the red plumed phoenix.

Finally the meal was through, and as Lokky reappeared to take away the tea tray, Hagrid began. "When ye' firs' asked me to help ye' guard the stone I had no clue what I should do. I tried to get a dragon, but it's agin' the law. Buckbeak would do it, but he'd be right miserable staying inside for so long." Hagrid's face grew long as he imagined his hippogriff friend cooped up indoors. Fawkes nodded his head and warbled, which made Hagrid grin widely before he continued. "Tha's when I remembered an old friend in Greece that has a job raising Cerberi for guard duty. He said we could rent a Cerberus named Fluffy for jus' 145 galleons a year. Whaddya say, Headmaster?"

Hagrid's excitement was palpable and his grin had stretched even wider, until it looked ready to split his face in two. Dumbledore's eyes twinkled merrily, and the redness and puffiness from his earlier tears had mostly gone. He looked at Harry and nodded, saying. "I think a guard Cerberus would be a wonderful addition to the defense of the stone. Do you agree, Wulfric?"

Harry looked over at Hagrid, who was looking back at him with pleading eyes. Deciding he couldn't keep his oldest friend in suspense, he nodded, saying, "I agree. When will we be able to procure the Cerberus?"

Hagrid looked overjoyed as he spluttered something about a "trip to Greece" and "week or two" before running out of the office saying he needed to pack.

Harry looked over at Dumbledore, who was leaning back in the chair he had conjured earlier and staring at Harry. "I have a million and one questions my boy, but most of those will probably be answered by the memories you so graciously provided me. I suppose the first thing I should ask is what we should do with you. So, what," he continued through a small smile, "shall we do with you?"

Harry frowned. He had planned to slowly gain Dumbledore's trust by helping him through the tumultuous school year ahead from within the ministry. He had supposed that he should attempt to become an auror, as that was where he was most skilled, or try to join Mr. Weasley in his department. Now that he apparently had Dumbledore's full trust already, he didn't want to stay away from the school. Besides the paperwork needed to forge a new identity would have likely cost a fair portion of the money he had tried to bring back with him. He tapped his fingers along the arms of his chair, worrying at his lip as he thought through this. "Well, sir," he began hesitantly, "I guess I could try for a job in the ministry, though I have no paperwork ready for a false identity. Or I could try to get a job in Hogsmeade or in Diagon Alley. I think the first thing I'll need to do is to find a way to permanently change my appearance. I can't have a disguise that will ripple away with a simple finite."

Harry looked up at Dumbledore then. The Headmaster had a mischievous grin on his face. "I believe that I can help with both of these problems. Let us start with your appearance and identity. Do you like your current look?"

Harry conjured a full length mirror in front of him. He had never been very vain, and had always thought the only part of himself he really considered attractive were his eyes. Looking at the face before him, he thought that he could easily get used to seeing it in the mirror every morning. It was certainly less rounded and more angular than his old face, with higher and sharper lines for his cheek bones. His hair hung straight and neat down to his shoulders, and his eyes looked even greener now in comparison. Nodding to himself, he looked back to Dumbledore and said, "I would for these to be my new features, especially since I would be sharing them with you. How would change them permanently?"

Dumbledore smiled broadly and said, "A true heir potion would make you my biological son and magical heir. It would also automatically give you the proper paperwork at the Ministry."

Harry felt floored. "You'd want to adopt me, sir?" he asked hesitantly, almost afraid of the answer.

"Yes, if you would allow me to become your family, then yes."

Harry stared down at his hands, unsure what exactly he should say. Dumbledore had always been such a force in his life, and there were plenty of times when he had caught himself wishing for Dumbledore to be his actual grandfather. The fulfillment of those near forgotten dreams was too much for him to think through at the moment, so he merely nodded his head sharply and said, "When can we get the potion?"

Dumbledore smiled at him softly before leaning forward and putting his hand on Harry's shoulder. "I can brew it myself in a little under an hour. You'll be able to take it tonight and by tomorrow you will look like you do now naturally. Now, there is a Dumbledore family tradition to have at least two middle names for all the boys. Would you like to pick your full name?"

This was all a bit much for Harry to take in at once, but he already knew what two of those middle names would be. Orion would be chosen because it was Sirius's middle name, and it had been Sirius's favorite constellation. Johnathan would be chosen because it was Remus's middle name, and the name of Remus's father, the man who had patched up his son after every transformation before Hogwarts and given him a sense of self-worth. The third would be hard. He chose Theodore for his little god-son, who would probably never be born in this time.

"I would like my full name to be Wulfric Orion Johnathan Theodore Ignotus Dumbledore." Harry had surprised himself when the last of his middle names rolled out, but it felt right, and he could tell that Dumbledore felt the same.

"Alright, I will slip that name into the potion before you drink it tonight, and that will be the name that will appear on all of the documents in the Ministry. Don't be alarmed if you start thinking of yourself as Wulfric instead of Harry soon. It is a normal reaction to the potion. Now that we have the matter of your identity and appearance settled, how about we discuss your employment prospects. There is a position open at Hogwarts, one which your history makes you eminently capable of filling." Dumbledore waited for Harry to guess which job he was thinking of.

Harry had no clue. His green eyes scoured the office around them for some clue, but all he noticed now that he hadn't noticed before was that a few of the shelves were dusty. "Caretaker?" He guessed aloud as he turned back to Dumbledore.

Chuckling, Albus answered, "While Argus may need the help, he is far too proud to receive it. And It might seem strange if a long lost grat-grandson of mine came all the way to Hogwarts to become an assistant caretaker. I was thinking that one of our electives, which until recently had a fine teacher, might not be offered at all this year. Unless, of course, we find a suitable teacher. How would you like to be the new Professor of Muggle Studies?"