A/N:I realize I have not covered the Wizarding World's POV yet, which I will be doing right now. This is like a lot of my other stories (if you notice, I sometimes have a bad habit of repeating things in stories, but this will be one where they're NOT vilified, and Dumbledore, I suppose, will have to be more human and good in this than the absolute evil bastard he's seen as in GOTF and others.

Chapter 7 Back in the Wizarding World

Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore was not an easy man to understand. Not many people understood him or his true goals in this world. Most of the wizarding public either adored him and held on to his every word and saw it as law while others were suspicious of him, suspecting that he craved power.

Dumbledore could safely admit that yes, he liked the feeling power gave him. He liked the feeling of others needing him to survive off of. He liked being Headmaster because he could order around others and establish some sort of control over others, since he had never had any amount of control in his own life as a child, always being rushed around and hidden.

But he also liked the position of being a teacher because he felt like he could do something to influence the children and make sure they do what was necessary, for the Greater Good. What was the Greater Good? Dumbledore blinked, sometimes his mind was a bit scattershot at times. Ah, yes, it was for Voldemort to be destroyed.

Dumbledore always regarded Voldemort as a personal failure on his part. If only he had done more, then the boy would not have gone down the dark path, if only he had seen the warning signs that the boy was evil, but most of all, he regretted not being there for the child when he needed him most.

The key to destroying Voldemort lay in the hands of a boy named Harry Potter, who had been orphaned. Dumbledore was most surprised to discover this, and at the same time, saddened as well. To have such a fate rest in the hands of a small child was too cruel, yet at the same time, if he had to use this one child and make his life miserable for the sake of making everyone else's lives better, then he would.

Of course, there were magical people who volunteered to raise the boy. But he had turned them down, fearing their adulation of him would cause them to overlook the boy's needs and make him into a spoiled, selfish brat, like James Potter. He didn't want that. He wanted this child to be as far away from selfish as possible. But at the time, he supposed he didn't realize how much of a mistake he was making putting Harry in the care of his aunt and uncle.

He had been saddened to discover the abuse Vernon and Petunia put Harry through, but still it was another hurdle Harry had to overcome. Unfortunately for young Harry, his life had to be focused around only one thing: destroying Voldemort. His happiness came last. Harry seemed the happiest when he was at Hogwarts. But Dumbledore feared that the Death Eaters would take notice of Harry's residence if his friends constantly visited him.

So he told them not to. True, he had them spy on the boy, but he was hypervigilant. He wanted the boy to be safe at all costs. He couldn't have him die. The key for the Greater Good could not die. He was to be the 'Master of Death.' But apparently, Dumbledore had acted like an old fool and at a great cost, Harry Potter himself had died saving Sirius Black from sure death by jumping into the Veil.

He had heard many rumors about what lay behind the veil. Some wizards speculated it led to another world, while others thought of it as being like the Muggle heaven or hell. Dumbledore knew, felt that the boy could not be dead. He had to be alive still. The Master of Death could not be tamed by mere death, he overpowered it, true to his name.

But he had done some searching among the last few years, trying to find Harry. Still no sign of any wizard babies being born that looked like Harry. The idea of him being reborn didn't really occur to him until he recalled Harry as the master of death. Reincarnation was a way of surpassing death. Thus, he had to be alive.

But he could not sense the boy's magic. To his heartbreak, his best friends confessed that they had accidentally said the wrong things at the wrong time when Harry was in earshot and feared that he might have become suicidal. The old man felt his old heart crack. What had he done? All he'd wanted was to save the world. Perhaps he should've paid visits to the Dursleys to make sure Harry was having a happy childhood-or placed him with another wizard?

Yes, cruel things were necessary at times, but in times of desperation like this, the Wizarding World needed someone to protect them, someone who would take their sins upon them. And he had intended upon Harry being that savior. But what if...what if someone like him was going to be that person?

"What am I saying? Perhaps these are just the senile thoughts of an old man who's lost everything precious to him." He mused. The door opened then and a furious Sirius came in.

Sirius had been blaming Dumbledore for ages now about Harry's loss, without realizing he was twisting the knife in deeper in Dumbledore's heart. He knew the man had every right to be angry with him, but couldn't he understand his feelings about the matter? The boy was alive.

"Harry is alive," Dumbledore said shortly, startling Sirius.

"That's absurd! I saw him fall through the veil! That's death!"

"I mean...he could've been reborn in another body. He could be reincarnated."

"That's...that's a stupid joke!" Sirius cried. "...There's no way that can be true."

"Perhaps if it were true, Harry would still be the same boy we knew him as-a gentle, kind, sweet boy who would have no taints to him and willingly give up his life to save an entire world. I'm sure he'll still be the same."

Sirius paused to think over his nephew. His nephew Harry had been a boy who could never hurt anyone-

Duo aimed his Deathscythe at several OZ soldiers in their Gundams, tearing them apart and blowing them up. He smirked while doing so.

He had been a boy who was kind-

Duo shot Heero's leg with his gun and then his shoulder, all the while approaching them holding a gun. "It looks like you're the bad guy here."

He always trusted in what other people wanted and knew he could believe in them.

"...I'm the Shinigami, and I trust no one but myself."

Dumbledore never once suspected that the Boy-Who-Lived was now a terrorist who piloted a giant robot, much less would he have even known what a robot was if you'd asked him.

"...Hee-chan, good morning! Are you being like Malfoy today?" He chirped.

"Hn?" This time, it was phrased with a question.

"Nah, I don't know what a Malfoy is, it's just somethin' my brain cooked up. I don't know, Hee-chan. And no, Shinigami is not a myth. He's real."

"...Whatever you say, Hee-chann..." Duo chirped, annoying the crap out of Heero, who just sighed and exhaled.

"You really are a pain in the ass, Maxwell. You intentionally provoke me and then act like nothing's wrong."

"But nothing's wrong at all, Hee-chan!" Duo said, comically missing the point.