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A/n: I don't know what's wrong with my computer… It won't let me submit the chapter! This chapter has been ready to submit a whole week, but I can't reach the place where I do it… I'm trying again now, well if you read this, it probably went well. And thank you to all who have reviewed, the reviews do really help.

Chapter 10: The White Wardrobes.

Albus Dumbledore had a very hard time while figuring out a way to get this younger Harry home again. The only one who had even bigger problems were the younger Albus Dumbledore; he had to get the older Harry home and at the same time stop him from giving Ronald Weasley the results of all Quidditch games from now and to year 2020…

Of course both Albus's had figured out lots of ways already, but what if they got wrong? And the younger Harry couldn't do magic yet. And what if there were more Harry's involved, like the one year old Harry were where the eighty years old Harry would be, and the eighty year old Harry were where the ten year old Harry belonged, and what if he were where..-well, you get the picture… Both Albus's got head-ache when they just thought about it.

Then, the younger Albus got a brilliant idea. The White Wardrobe! There were two White Wardrobe's in Great Britain; one in his quarters here at Hogwarts, and one up in the Weasley's attic. And how the Weasley's got one is one of the world's great mysteries…

The White Wardrobes were strange, magical things, and you couldn't always trust them. They were very powerful things with their own mind. If you walked into one of these, you came into a completely white room; white furniture, white doors, white floor, white walls, white roof that were so high that you barely saw the end of it, I think you get what I mean; all things were white, you even got white robes as you entered.

Albus had never met anyone in there, but if he knew himself as good as he thought he did, the older Albus would think of this too, and maybe, they would meet in there. So, he walked up to the room of his where you could find a hundred different magical things. There, to the left the Mirror of Erised stood, and next to that, on a white marble table, the Hogwarts keys lay. Albus stopped in front of them and bowed, they quickly shifted to red, green, blue, yellow, and then back to its old silver. Albus's eyes twinkled in amusement, and he chuckled. The Keys liked to show off once in a while. He turned around and walked to the high White Wardrobe. First, he just stood there with his hand on the doorknob, as if waiting for something. Then, the knob turned warm in his hand and he stepped in. He found himself in the white room again and his maroon coloured robes were now blending white.

"Ah, I just wondered when I'd show up." Albus turned to his right and faced the older Albus Dumbledore.

"Yes, and I wondered whether I'd be here yet or if I would have to wait," Albus said back. "I know that it's rude to ask how old you are, so, instead my question will be in which year you live."

"Yes," the older answered "When I checked yesterday it was year 2020, and it should be so still," he continued with twinkling eyes, the younger Albus was taken back because of the way it looked, he had always wanted to see that famous 'Dumbledore twinkle'. "And am I right if I'm guessing that you are from year 1997?"

"Of course you are. And I believe you have our Harry in 2020?"

"Yes, I had forgotten how formal we were to each other when he was my student. I got a small shock when he called me 'sir' and 'Professor Dumbledore' and 'Professor' the other day."

"I got quite a shock myself when this Harry called me Albus," the younger Dumbledore chuckled. He sat down in a white sofa that had just appeared behind his back. "How is our life year 2020?"

"Well, I guess you've figured out that we're alive. I'm still Hogwarts headmaster, but I now live in a beautiful small cottage on the grounds with Minerva," he was now cut out by the twenty-three year old younger Dumbledore: "I live with Minerva McGonagall? She finally said yes?" he asked with big eyes.

"Oh, yes I forgot that we aren't married in year 1997."

"We get married?" he repeated, but with a hint of happiness and hope in his voice. The elder Dumbledore chuckled.

"Yes we do. But please, don't let her paint the walls tartan! It just gets too much! I'm actually painting it red now, not that I've got her permission though. She's going to get mad. I know it. But I can't live with those walls, they make me sick!" the younger Albus chuckled at the elder's expression when he realized that he maybe should've asked Minerva before he started to repaint the walls. Mental Note: Never let Minerva paint the walls tartan. Suddenly the elder Albus started to stare at the younger. He felt a bit uneasy by this but the only thing he said was: "Yes Albus?"

"What did I just say?" he asked.

"That I would never let Minerva paint the walls tartan, and that you were about to paint them red."

"Those walls have always been red. I now remember when I talked to the older me about this, and I made a Mental Note not to let her paint them tartan. I never did let her," then he got big eyes. "I even thought that the older me, I, acted really weird. I know exactly what you're thinking!"

"Did we just change the future here?"

"Indeed we did." They looked at each other a while, and after five minutes the older Albus spoke up.

"No, we've got to get this done now. We've got two Harry's that need to switch places."

"You don't remember how you did then?" the younger Albus asked hopefully.

"No, I remember things just as we say them…"

"Ah, I guess we have to work then."

"Oh yes," the older said and they both sighed.

After two hours they still sat there.

"We couldn't make a Port Key?" the younger tried.

"I don't think that would work, and if it did, it would likely take years to make it…"

"Of course it would…" the younger said and sighed. "What things do we have that might work?" he asked.

"Well," the older said, picking up a list from the white table, "that we could make a portion, but then we would have to ask Severus, and it would be highly embarrassing if we would have to ask him about something. It might work to Apparate if they did that from the Ministry, but then we would have to wait to Harry's seventeenth birthday that he would very much like to spend here, and we would have to talk to the Ministry… And of course we could teach them some spell, but since most of them aren't much to put your trust in, we left them out."

"So… things don't look to good for us?" the younger Albus asked.

"Alas, I'm afraid not."

"What are we supposed to do then?"

"Well, since we're in this room I guess we have all time in the world; it does seem like the time's stands still here," the older Albus said and looked around the room, as if he was looking after a clock.

"But I do really need to get back now, to think this over, it's not like we get anywhere in the first place."

"Yes, I'm right. Or you're right…"

"See you then Albus," the younger said and walked over to his door.

"Yes of course we do Albus," the older Albus said, chuckled and they both walked out from the room.

The older Albus had just ushered the sixteen year old Harry out from the room where they'd talked, Albus had got an idea that might work. He placed himself in front of the high White Wardrobe once again this evening, or now night. He waited for the doorknob to get warm, and he walked in.

He was surprised when he saw his younger self already sitting in the room.

"So we meet again Mr. Bond…" the younger Dumbledore said as his chair turned around, he had his hands close to his face and his fingertips touched each other. The older Albus just chuckled.

"I think we've watched that movie too much."

"Indeed we have," and they chuckled.

"So why are you here?" Albus the older asked.

"I just needed a quiet place to think at, it's impossible to think in the castle, the ghosts has some kind of party, Peeves wasn't invited, so now he's doing everything he can to disturb them…"

"Ah, yes I remember that," the older said and gazed into space with a smile on his face.

"So why are you here then?" the younger Albus said and the older was snapped out of his gaze. He looked confused at first, like when someone wakes you up. Then he remembered.

"Yes, I got this idea of how we could get them back to the right time! I just need to get some research done, but I wanted to tell you first."

"What idea then?"

"Well, we can go in here, and we are from different times, right?"

"Yes…"

"And then, couldn't we just switch doors? Would it really be that simple?" the older sounded really excited, like this was the worlds biggest news, well, it probably was.

"It would be too simple."

"Of course it would! But sometimes the answer you are looking for is the simplest, or the one you had right in front of your nose without thinking of it."

"I don't like it… Too much could go wrong…"

"Argh! I was too careful when I was younger! You've got to take chances!"

"I still think that we've got to do some research first, before we do anything," the younger Albus said, who really didn't want to mess all times Harry's up.

"I said, didn't I?"

"Maybe you did, but don't you think we should let the Harry's meet each other, like we just did?" the younger Albus loved when he had ideas like that, they would just pop up, wonderful!

"Yes," the elders face lit up. "That would be a lovely surprise for them!"

"Absolutely, should we say tomorrow? 1 p.m.?"

"Fine with me." And the older Albus walked out trough his door to the right and the younger Albus walked out through the left door.

The younger Albus thought the roof would come down as he stepped out, but it was only Peeves who ran –if you now can say run about ghosts...- after Nearly Headless Nick with some transparent ghost stuff, and after Peeves the Bloody Baron came, shouting something Albus didn't understand. He would have a hell of a night while trying to calm those down…

A/n: Yep, there it was. My one-shot should be out in a couple of days, if you want you could always read it. I would also really like to know Hermione's parents names… Is Jane the mother's name? Anyway… Please push the little button down there and leave a review!

- Linnea