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Writing

Christmas Holidays 1980

Hogwarts

Dumbledore was sitting in his office sorting though a large about of mail that had just were several letters from the minister asking for help, he also noticed a small pile of fan mail. He smiled at the pile of fan mail although he noticed that the mail was getting less and less. His thoughts were turned over to the war and why did the boy live? Dumbledore thought to himself a small smile of his lips, at least he is with those muggles they will weaken him so when he arrives he will be ready for manipulation into the perfect Gryffindor and ready to die for him at the flick of a hat. Only then will I will be the leader again I will be worshipped. A small letter caught his attention Remus had written to him again begging to know where Harry is. He wrote back the same as ever

He is safe, it would be dangerous for him to be in your custody giving your condition and not all of his followers have been caught and it would not be safe for you to know.

Dumbledore

Dumbledore sent his reply with Fawkes and then sat in his office chair thinking about the boy and how the boy was a pain for living but could also be the key to becoming a hero again. He went over to a few trinkets out of curiosity and noticed they were not working probably. Shocked and worried he flooed to the Leakey cauldron and made sure he was seen by Tom and a few other people in the pub before he apparated to Privet Drive.

Privet Drive

Dumbledore walked up to Privet Drive and immediately noticed that the ward to induce anger against all things magical and magical suppression ward was in place, but all the other wards we down including the tracker that monitors every magical person that enters the boundaries of Privet Drive. Confused he thought it would be better to speak to the Durselys and ensure that the boy was being treated in a suitable fashion. He confidently walked up to the plain door at number four and knocked loudly three times. After waiting a few minutes Petunia opened the door with a big sleeping baby in her arms. The child did not look like Harry so he openly ignored the child.

"Hello" Petunia asked, hesitation and anger seeping into her tone of voice.

"Hello I wonder if I could talk to use inside unless you would like to discuss your sister on the door step." Dumbledore asked.

Petunia paled and quickly ushered him in. "What do you want?" She snapped.

"First I would like to see Harry after all I know he was left here" Dumbledore demanded.

"Not here, never even saw him, if that is all you want you can leave right now." She replied coldly however there was an edge of remorse that Dumbledore missed. At this point the already weak wards started to weaken further as she was openly thinking about her nephew and sister.

"What do you mean I placed him outside so you would find him?" Dumbledore asked barley keeping hold of his tone with anger and worry.

"That's your freaky problem, you left him outside, someone found him and took him. All that was left was a not saying he was alive and my sister was dead." Her voice replied without emotion but her eyes told a different story they shone with sadness at the loss of her family. At this point the emotion coming from Petunia caused the already weakened wards to fall.

"Can I see the note?" he asked hoping to find the child and place him back her where he will be neglected and become the perfect follower.

Without the influence of the wards Petunia replied "burnt it" not trusting the old man after all who would leave an infant in the cold. The truth was she kept the note in her room to remind her that this was real and not a dream and that her baby sister was really dead.

"I believe I better leave then but I will warn you. When you did not take Harry in you left yourself open for attacks, you and your family will no longer be safe." Dumbledore threatened before he apparated to the Leaky Cauldron and for the first time in years he had a fire whisky to help ease the pain of losing the boy. The boy needed to be submissive or he will never be the hero again.

Petunia placed Dudley who was still asleep in his cot to sleep in peace, amazingly he had fallen asleep during the discussion. She then went downstairs and for the first time since Lily's death she cried, she cried for her jealously that drove them apart, she cried for losing contact with Lily, she cried for not knowing James as well as she should, she cried for not supporting their wedding, she cried over James and Lily's death but most of all she cried over Harry her nephew who she never saw and was in the hands of a stranger. What she did not expect was for Lily to hear her.

Edited:9/12/2014