Authors Note: Well, its time to see Dumbledore and what he's been up to this whole time. Also, all of the pieces will finally be revealed!! How will Harry take it? Will Draco be weirded out for good? What will Tom get up to? Also, A POLL! How do YOU want to see Dumbledore die? The most creative will be used and the creator given full dedications for their greatness!

Disclaimer: Nope! I don't own anything but the extra pieces!

Chapter Fourteen

Dumbledore watched the children file into the Great Hall with a sense of mounting trepidation and doom. His dearest pawn seemed to be missing! Granger and Weasley were sending him looks of anxiety and fear. This did not bode well. Had the Dursleys finally messed up and killed the boy? That could be problematic but once he confirmed it, he could always plead the part of the grief stricken grandfatherly figure. He had always had the sincerest hope, and that of the boy's deceased parents, that Harry would be like a grandchild to him blah blah blah. He would drop all sorts of hints about how he would have made Harry his heir since he was far too old to have children and then the media and the public would eat it up like flies on sap. No one would think twice about how the boy had died after he had the "poor, disturbed muggles" to Azkaban for life and insisted that Harry was "in a better place now, alongside his parents". He would have the boy's corpse relocated to Godric's Hollow and the brat would pass into obscurity, just like Grindlewald. He could even claim that he had sent young Potter away for training and for his own safety. Then after a few years when he slowly began to pass from the public's eye, Dumbledore could claim he met a training accident or lost his mind and killed himself, or some other sort of rubbish. The boy's body would be far too damaged for a public, open casket funeral so his claims would go unchallenged. Let's see then…eaten by a Manticore? Or perhaps trampled by a Hippogriff while trying to ride the beats? He slipped a piece of lemon poppy seed pie into his mouth and hummed in pleasure. He didn't notice the keen, sharp black eyes that were watching his every moment with veiled disgust.

Tom buried himself in his private library at Slytherin Manor in Northern New Zealand. His ancestor definitely had one thing right. He had wanted a sanctum for his descendants far form the prying eyes of Britain and the jurisdiction of the Ministry of Magic, the bumbling fools. If he was going to find a way to cure Harry, it would be here. With the exception of two of the six wings of the manor, the entire room was an enormous library, dedicated to every topic one could imagine. As per his will, the Goblins and Slytherin's various immortal allies and friends had been adding to this sacred library ever since before the founder's death. He would have to spend more time away from Harry but in the end, when they were able to walk down the aisle together, whole and complete, it would be worth the time apart. He needed to be alone so he could find the cure before something unthinkable happened that would make recovery impossible. He had set the box with the matching rings that Harry and he would wear one day on the desk before him so he would never lose track of what was important. Why he was here and why what he was doing was so important. When he wanted to go home and curl up in bed with his little princeling, he would look at that box and his resolve would strengthen once more.

James closed his eyes, turning not only his thoughts inward but pushing Harry to the surface. Until the other pieces became used to working together, Harry would have to take control. He hoped it wouldn't take long but who knows? He opened his eyes with a sigh and retrieved a cigarette from the pack in his pocket. He was standing inside Harry's unconscious mind, and the landscape definitely left something to be desired. The ground was hard and the sky completely black, a starless gaping darkness. Fog rolled over the ground and throughout the surrounding trees, the different pieces shifted and at last began to emerge, coming at his call. First to emerge was Sable, who was unafraid. He knew what was happening or at least had some idea. Next was Matthias and Ater. Ater stood with his arms crossed, the most basic of emotions simmering just below the surface, standing as a stark pillar against the bleak landscape. Matthias leaned against the only living thing in the clearing, a small dogwood tree that was just starting to form tentative buds and leaves. Even just lounging he emitted sexuality. Little Harry bounced in next, dragging the ever silent, distantly smiling Ghost in by the hand. That was when the others deemed it safe to approach in curiosity. The Twins stepped out at once, both mirror Harry images of the other. They frowned at the gathering, confused and curious, their express remaining mirrors of the other no matter what was said or done. After that, the Priest approach, cloaked from head to toes in a black robe, carrying a massive tome and his waist length black hair loose and flowing. It was the Priest and Ater that set the others on edge. They were both the most physically imposing figures. The Priest wore a strange, fey like looking mask covering his face. James doubted that anyone had ever seen his face other than himself and a good thing too. He would definitely turn heads. He was the hauntingly beautiful image that Harry would later become under the tender care of Tom Riddle. He lit his cigarette and decided to get this show on the road.

"I've called you all here for an obvious reason. As you may have all noticed or heard, you are ALL part of your creator, Harry Potter. I've brought you all here because it is time for you all to start cooperating again. Harry is in danger of becoming permanently damaged or even killed if this continues, so it is up to all of you to take the steps needed to ensure not only his survival but your own. For tonight, I just want all of you to socialize with each other, get a feel for one another," At Matthias's smirk, he rolled his eyes, "platonically you letch, and get used to working with one another. If an issue arises, come to me or deal with it. You can't afford to be warring with each other. If you do, it could be the end of all of our existence as well as Harry's. Your main focus is him. Do you all understand?" He asked, blowing smoke rings to amuse the Twins and little Harry.

Ater sneered, annoyance flaring in his eyes but he smothered it down.

"And if we cooperate, won't that just mean the end our individual existences? What kind of life is that?" Ater hissed defensively.

James raised an eyebrow.

"What kind of existence is this now? Fighting with one another for control of a body that, if all works well, you can all more easily share simultaneously once Harry is well again."

Sable perked up.

"That does sound much more agreeable." He said quickly.

The Twins nodded in agreement and the Priest shut his book, allowing it to float out beside him. He reached up and pushed the mask over his head, allowing everyone to see him.

"The time has come at last. Harry must begin his recovery or his mind will never mend. He can never become what he was meant to be if we cannot work together to ensure his future." He agreed in a lilting, enchanting voice.

Matthias purred and walked over to wrap his arms around the Priest. The man seemed more amused by his actions than anything and allowed it, wrapping an arm around his waist.

"I agree with Pretty here. Harry is ours to protect and its our job to fix what those bastards did to him."

This was what caught Ater's attentions and cooled the teen off, making him nod in agreement as well. Ghost didn't seem to understand what was going on but nodded, only after little Harry bounce din excitement, clapping and giggling about telling Tom and how they could all have kisses then.

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