Authors Note: Here we go another chapter finished ahead of schedule. Hopefully I'll be able to keep this up and get about 2 chapters done in a day, and maybe upload once per day. The average length will be about 2K words per chapter. Also, I might hold a poll or something similar asking which house you want Harry to be in.

Something I forgot to do… Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. I only own the idea for this story, and the actually story itself. Or maybe it's all just a figment of my imagination. Bottom line: I own nothing. Sad face.

Harry woke up bright and early the next morning, and quickly prepared himself. On the envelope to deliver the mail a hastily scrawled note had been added stating that Harry should be read to receive Dumbledore at 10:00 Am sharp. After showering, putting on a new pair of clothes, and eating breakfast Harry looked at the clock to note he had about 1 hour left until Dumbledore was supposed to arrive.

Though speaking accurately, nobody was as punctual as they claimed to be. After grabbing the book dedicated to every detail of the human anatomy Harry sat down and once more read it. Seeing as he was quite proficient at manipulating things he always made sure to learn more and more to see how amusing he could make things with his magic.

He was just musing over the idea of removing someone's stomach during the phase of digestion when Pepsinogen had been converted to Pepsin and then proceed to watch them literally digest themselves. Harry could only imagine the shock people would experience when the autopsy results came in. Chuckling Harry rose at the noise of the door bell, and asked

"Who is it?"

"It is I, Albus Dumbledore come to see young Harry."

Opening the door Harry examined the tall and rather impressively aged old man. However that impressive age only increased the chances that this man was completely senile. If this was the man behind Harry's future residence and quite possibly other matters, then Harry was sure there was to be much misery in his life he entrusted everything to this man.

However even as he noted his seemingly grandfatherly look, Harry could not help but notice that look in his eyes. One that was a telltale sign that this man was not only a genius, but perhaps rather cunning. Though the very glint that tipped Harry off was gone so fast, that he could not help but think that it was simply something conjured up by his imagination due to an amount of paranoia. At any rate, he would be a fool to think this man was really what he seemed. He had to be a force to be reckoned with if he was capable of doing what he wanted with people's lives.

"Ah, hello Harry. How are you?" Dumbledore asked, his eyes flicking towards what seemed to be Harry's forehead, or to be more precise, his scar.

"…Fine." Harry replied rather stiffly.

Dumbledore seemed to peer searchingly at him, as if wondering why Harry did not sound so sorrowful. "I see you are coping rather well with ah… that incident yesterday. But it would be better for our conversation to be carried on while comfortably seated. I have much to tell you."

Wordlessly Harry led Dumbledore to the sitting room, and the both proceeded to sit down. "Would you like anything to drink Mr…?"

"Professor Harry. I am a professor…. And no thank you."

"Where do you teach?"

"Ah yes, that is a matter we must come to quite soon. First of all Harry… have you noticed any oddities about yourself?"

Harry looked away slightly as Dumbledore seemingly attempted to look directly into his eyes. But why would he want to do such a thing? "I don't understand professor." Harry was a little wary at this point. Was his gift not as unique as he had first believed?

"You see Harry… You are a wizard."

Harry narrowed his eyes as he thought. "So what I've been able to do… is magic? Like those children's books?"

"Yes Harry, some of those books were not quite as fictional as some might believe… more likely people witnessing Wizards and Witches but not being obliviated…"

"Obliviated?"

"Yes, you see Harry Wizards and Witches must be kept a secret. So if a Muggle were to unfortunately, chance upon some magic, his or her memories would be wiped as soon as possible."

"Muggles?" What strange terms was he using? Maybe he was senile… Really, muggles? Who would think up of such a name?

"Non-magicals. They are called Muggles by the magical folk."

"I see… and where am I supposed to learn about this all, seeing as I was just randomly tossed about to people who have nothing in similar with me?" Harry asked with a bit of indignation in his tone.

"Harry, you shared blood with the Dursleys…"

"So? It didn't amount to anything."

Dumbledore looked rather troubled and seemed to redouble his attempt to look Harry in the eye. "Yes… you will learn everything you need at Hogwarts. Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I am the headmaster of the school, and you may begin attending at the age of eleven. You will learn there for seven years exactly, long enough to complete your O. and N.E.; before you set off for the mysterious temptress we call the future."

Harry looked blankly at the man. Either he was poetic or… senile. "O.? N.E.W.T.s?"

"Those are the tests for the Wizarding Britain. I suppose they would be your O-Levels and A-Levels, unless I have mistaken the terms. They stand for Ordinary Wizarding Levels," Well seem pretty normal. But where did advanced come from? "And Nastily Exhausting Wizard Tests."

…

The Wizarding world itself was senile. No wonder he had experienced such a childhood. With someone like this man in charge disaster was most going to always be afoot. In fact, it would not be a far stretch to assume he might die in the actual school. Perfect, killed in a school, the most dignified way to go…

"But we've not gotten to the main topic of our conversation Harry. Now, we need to resolve the issue of where you shall live…"

"Can't I live alone? I am more than fully capable of caring for myself."

"I'm sorry Harry but you are too young for that, perhaps when you are older you might live alone, but until then you need a family who will love and care for you."

"Like the Dursleys?" Harry asked sarcasm heavily apparent in his voice.

"What do you mean Harry? They were your family, surely they loved and cared for you."

"Them? Impossible, they despised me. In fact, I was there slave for quite a while. And I have you, I understand, to thank for that."

Dumbledore looked as if this conversation was not going in the direction he was hoping for. "I'm sorry for hearing this Harry. But you must understand that I had no choice…"

"You could have checked. Just popped in one fine sunny afternoon to see how the orphan from a car crash was doing."

"Car crash?"

"That's how my parents died right?"

Dumbledore was a little troubled now. "They never explained… This will be a little… complicated Harry. I suppose we must start at the beginning. There was a terrible Dark Lord who rose to power before you were born. So atrocious was he, so evil, vile, and cunning, that everybody fears him greatly, and to this day, nobody can even utter his name."

"That's stupid. What will saying his name do? Curse you?"

"In a way, that is a curse. A curse of fear. But you are quite wise Harry, and I agree with you. Fear of a name only makes you fear the person behind the name even more. The name of this Dark Lord was Voldemort. Now Voldemort, during his rise to power, killed many good families, and one day came… for the Potters. On that fateful Halloween night, 10 years ago, Voldemort came to Godrics Hollow, where your parents were hiding. Upon killing your parents, who fought bravely to defend you, he attempted to kill you. However, he could not. For you alone, managed to survive the killing curse, and banish the Dark Lord, something so many tried, and failed at. For this reason, you are hailed as a hero everywhere. Harry Potter, The Boy-Who-Lived."

Dumbledore gazed at Harry sadly, while he thought to himself. "Why sir?"

"Why were you the only one to survive? Well I believe that your mother's love…"

Wait what? Love? Is he insane? Even so, Harry had another question he wanted answered. "No sir, why did Voldemort target my family specifically?"

"He did not Harry, as I said, many people were killed."

"But you said my family were in hiding… surely if everyone was also hiding as they were, the death toll would not be so terrible. And why else would they hide, but to hide from Voldemort, which means they had a specific reason to hide, something so important, that they went to measures the other families didn't. Obviously they were targeted…"

Dumbledore sighed, "Ah, you are far too intelligent for me. But I am sorry Harry; you must understand when I say that you are not ready for the truth. You must wait until you are older."

"Sir? This could be life changing information, how could you hold it from me? I have been to university; I'm mature enough to know!"

"Maybe Harry, but still on the inside, you are a child. I will tell you in due time…" This man was… indescribable. He was clearly off his rocker. "Now Harry, to address the matter of where you shall live…"

"Sir, can't I pick that for myself at least?"

"Harry, I must stress that this is not a light decision. You are quite impressionable, and need to be with good people. Allow me to place you with another family…"

"Because you did such a terrific job of it last time, placed me with the kindest people in all the lands."

Dumbledore sighed. "Even so Harry, I suppose I can show you a list of people to stay with, and then allow you to visit and see where you would enjoy staying. That should provide you with the choice you so desire."

Harry was thinking, weighing his options. When suddenly inspiration struck. "Sir… what kind of school is Hogwarts?"

A genuine smile came across Dumbledores' face, "Aah… lovely Hogwarts. Hogwarts, Harry, is a boarding school, based inside a castle located in Scotland. It is quite massive, if I do say so myself, and is filled with enchanting mysteries and new surprises around every corner…"

"And sir, how well stocked is the library?"

"Diligent at studies like your mother I see, the Library boasts an amazingly massive size, with a vast collection of books under all the topics you could wish for. It is a venerable fountain of knowledge, one that is both enjoyable, and rewarding to drink from."

"Sir… if I am the Boy-Who-Lived, wouldn't there be security concerns for me? I'm sure followers of this Voldemort fellow wouldn't be too happy."

"Not to worry Harry, I will personally protect the family you choose, and Hogwarts itself is the most secure location, in the entire world."

"So… why don't I just go live in Hogwarts?"

That wiped the smile off of his face. "I'm sorry Harry, but I cannot allow such a thing. Students are not allowed in Hogwarts over the summer, that is a rule, and even so it is not safe there."

"But I know not to get in trouble sir, and surely someone can keep an eye on me in there. I can go drink from that fountain of knowledge every day, be perfectly secure, and in a place where you can easily check on me. The advantages are endless."

Harry could see the wheels turning in Dumbledores head. One more push and he would probably be able to secure his position in Hogwarts. However if he did not, then he would most probably be assigned to a house, and even so that might not be so bad. He would need to make a decision now, whether to go for Hogwarts and be ensured knowledge, or take a gamble and go to some family.

End Note: And there we have it. Yes the end is interactive, I want to know what you as the readers would prefer. Just drop a review saying what you want. If you say family, then you can also drop which family you want him to go to. Anonymous will not be accepted, seeing as one could simply spam it over and over with several anonymous reviews. Or maybe I'm just paranoid. Meh.