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It is a curious thing, Harry, but perhaps those who are best suited to power are those who have never sought it. Those who, like you, have leadership thrust upon them, and take up the mantle because they must, and find to their own surprise that they wear it well. Dumbledore

His first instinct was to refuse. "I can't...I can't do this." He looked up at the portrait, who was still calmly watching, fingertips touching as he looked down on him. "There's just no way. It's too much for me to do. I can't re-create magic!"

Charlie was looking at him, a look of astonishment on his face that was washed away in a moment of realization. "Oh...like before?"

"What are you talking about?" Sirius asked, looking bewildered. "What about re-creating magic? We just found it, we didn't create it."

Molly explained to him as quickly as she could, her eyes alive with excitement. "James...Harry?" she glanced at her friend, unsure of which name, "James." He said firmly. He liked James. "Well, James is Harry Potter re-created, like I'm Hermione and Charlie's Ron. So James has a mission, like he had before, he has to bring magic back into the world." She looked at James. "It shouldn't be that difficult."

"Not that difficult?" James felt his mouth slide open. How could she say that? Of course it would be difficult! He didn't know the first thing about magic.

Molly sighed patiently before saying, slowly, "You don't have to do it alone this time, Harry ― James ―" she sighed again, trying to keep the names straight.

"I think they can be used interchangeably now, Ms. Granger." The Professor's portrait said, not unkindly. Molly nodded, not taken aback in the least at being called 'Granger'.

"I just mean that last time Harry had to do it alone, didn't he? Because of the prophesy."

James looked at her. What prophesy? But even as he said it a memory came to him, as easily as if it were his own. A woman, or the ghost of a woman, revolving slowly above a pool of liquid 'neither can live while the other survives.' The prophesy that had sent him on the hunt for Horcruxes, the one that said that Harry, and only Harry, could defeat the Dark Lord.

Charlie spoke then, voicing the question he was about to ask, "Yeah, but there's still the problem of us not knowing any magic. How can we teach what we don't know?"

Molly rolled her eyes. "C'mon Ronald." She said teasingly. "Think! You must remember Transfiguration, Potions, Professor Lupin's Defense Against the Dark Arts class."

James looked at her, "How do you remember so much? I mean...now that you said them I remember, but you thought of them by yourself."

And Molly smiled, "Maybe I just paid more attention in class than you guys did." James had to nod at that. If Hermione was anything like Molly ― and from Harry's memories he knew that she was ― she probably did pay much more attention to her lessons than James or Charlie did.

Sirius addressed the portrait again, his dark eyes agitated as he fingered the short wand. "But how? Are people magical still? And are we supposed to teach them? What about wands? How do we get a lot of people to know about this?"

The portrait smiled, gesturing at the office, at the building and its grounds. "You have this school. With magic it shouldn't take that long to repair, and it'll give you good practice. I have a feeling that even the great Harry Potter has gotten rusty after a millennia of no magic. Afterwords, you recruit. There are those, who, like you, find their magic just by walking into the school. I think you'll find that all of the Weasleys ― that is, those in Charlie's family ― will have a very strong connection to magic, along with those from the old DA. Others you will have to teach."

James opened his mouth for another question but was cut off. "I think you will find that by getting together those with strong magical tendencies, you will find enough people to fill positions at this school."

Again, James opened his mouth and again he was cut off. "As for wands...there are magical creatures still thriving in the world, though more hidden then they were a thousand years ago. Many you'll find around this school. I think you will find that in times of need, Goblins and even house-elves have the natural talent for making wands."

James, finally finding a place to talk, said. "How do we find everyone? The people who aren't from the memories but still have magic? How will we know who to recruit for students?"

Dumbledore regarded them for a moment. "There is a book, just over there...yes, the big one near the shelf. It holds...or at least held...a registration of all people with any magic in their blood living in England...the old England, that is. You might find it useful."

Molly was already pouring over the pages, flipping through them eagerly. James glanced at it, marveling at how many people there were.

Dumbledore regarded them, "This is a mighty task. The four of you will be the new founders of this school. You will face challenges...many challenges. But I think you will find being in Hogwarts a very...interesting experience. I doubt any of you have gained back all your memories of your past days here, and my only advice is to take them as they come. Some of them you may not like."

This reminded James of something he was wanted to ask. Something very, very important. "Sir, does this mean, now that we're kind of repeating history...does this mean that Charlie has to die?" he looked over at his red-headed friend, his throat going dry at the thought of losing him...again.

Dumbledore smiled. "Nothing is set in stone, my dear boy. You four will have a chance to correct the mistakes of the past and to rewrite the future. We must not wallow in the sins of yesterday, but battle on, for, as they say, tomorrow is another day."

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