Hey everybody! It's nice to see that there are quite a few of you who like my story so far! The formatting on this site is pretty messed up though...

For the reviewers: Thanks for leaving your comments! I absolutely lovereading them and finding out what your thoughts are regarding what you think of my fic! And for AlchemyWriter, who commented that since Harry's dead he can't do magic, well…. I never exactly said that he couldn't, did I? (Though I do agree that it would be hilarious if he showed up to charms class as a seven-foot rabbit. What will he do? What crimes against the laws of life and death will he commit?)

Other that that, I'm pretty enthused about the Plushtrap Lure I got a few days ago! I don't have any money to buy the pack with his suit or anything though… maybe one day.

I love my characters, and I hope you all don't mind all the angst in here! I didn't plan for it to have so many feels, honest! On the other hand, the more emotionally devastating scenes, the better… Hmmm...

It's time for Albus to reap what he has sown.

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My Name Isn't Mine (NateWantsToBattleNathan Sharp)

"But maybe Angel, Demon, or in between,

He's gonna rise above and join the machine!"

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Today was not a good day to be someone named Albus Dumbledore.

His day had started off normally: wake up, eat breakfast, then head to his office to start on the paperwork for the upcoming school year. All in all, it was a pretty good schedule, even after returning to Hogwarts feeling worn out from a week of ICW meetings and government sidetrack.

First of all, he woke up in an ICW hotel room at an ungodly hour and he had forgotten to pack the night before. Reaching onto his nightstand he grasped his wand, the Elder Wand, and gave it a sluggish twirl. In an instant, everything that had been scattered across the room, spare robes, international newspapers, and more, soared into an open case containing expanded space. Then he got out of bed and prepared to leave.

As he had to return to the school that morning, he decided that saying a quick farewell and paying his respect to the other countries' remaining representatives was the fastest way to leave without seeming rude. Finding those who were awake, wishing them well, he moved to the lobby to depart. Levitating his suitcase and grasping the worn handle with a wrinkled hand, he Disapparated with crack, landing in front of the gates of Hogwarts.

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After several hours of paperwork that had been accumulating during his absence, Albus was preparing to accept his weekly floo call from his agent in Surrey. Arabella Figg was a squib that he had known for many years and was currently living near Harry Potter as a favor to Albus in order to keep watch over the neighborhood in case of any Death Eater activity.

"Albus! Oh, thank goodness, I've been trying to reach you for the past week!" Arabella cried almost immediately as Albus opened the floo connection. What was it that had her so worried, Albus wondered. Maybe it was another of her kneazles getting lost in the neighborhood again? She had reacted rather similarly that one time...

"My dear Arabella," Dumbledore started in a calm tone, silvery beard glinting in the light off the green fire. "Whatever is it that has you so distraught? Have any of your kneazles gone missing again?"

"No, my kneazles are fine, Albus. What I'm calling about is Harry! I haven't seen him in a week, not even coming home from school! I'd like you to come through and check on him to make sure he's alright."

Well, that wasn't what he had been expecting. The old man's eyebrows shot up and he glanced at one of his shelves, knickknacks and other small items organized haphazardly, eyes searching for something. Then he saw something that made him worry; the monitoring device he had set to Harry Potter was absent. Without it, there was no way of knowing what condition the boy was in or even if the blood wards around his home were still functioning. Using a silent summoning charm, Albus brought the device into his hands, deactivated. Why was it deactivated? This wasn't good: this device was the only monitor other than Arabella that Albus had in place to watch over the child. Without it, he was in the dark.

"Arabella, please step aside." He paused to take a breath before continuing, "I am coming through on your end to check this out for myself." With a fwoom, Albus Dumbledore stepped out of a fireplace in Surrey. Frowning, he brushed the soot off his deep purple robes before turning to Arabella. Then he spoke, his voice strained.

"Arabella, please take me to the Dursley residence, if you would be so kind." The woman's eyes widened and she nodded. Albus followed as quickly as he could, knowing that something was terribly, horribly, wrong.

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When Albus Dumbledore and Arabella Figg walked up to Number Four, Privet Drive, it was with an odd sense of dread that Albus knocked on the door. Albus heard the voice of a young boy yelling for his mother to open the door and not ten seconds later did it swing open, revealing Petunia Dursley in all her spiteful glory.

"You!" She gasped in surprise. Then her face twisted into a sour expression as her eyes narrowed. "Go away!" She tried to slam the door shut upon recognizing him, but Albus stuck his arms between the door and its frame, using a subtle bit of magic as he gripped his wand in his pocket to ensure his arm wouldn't get crushed.

"Mrs. Dursley," Albus started calmly, "Would you mind letting us in? I think that what I need to speak to you about should remain private, and not broadcast to the whole community, hmm?" At this Petunia made a small gasping noise, seeming to realize the situation she was in. She opened the door and spoke in a strained voice, clearly not wanting Albus to be seen on the porch by her neighbors.

"Get inside then, but quickly!" Petunia choked out. Albus took that as a sign of agreement, or as close to one as he would get from her. Stepping past the threshold with Arabella close behind, Albus walked into the house and stood in the kitchen before turning to face Petunia, who by now had closed and locked the door.

"Petunia," he started to say, before he was cut off by the angry woman.

"So, you're one of them." She hissed, glaring at Arabella before turning to Dumbledore. "I was told that I wouldn't be seeing you and your kind for a few years more, so why are you here?"

"Under normal circumstances, yes, you would not be seeing me until Harry had been introduced to the wizarding world." Then he sighed, "But something has come up. I would like to see him, so please bring him here so I may speak to him." At this, Petunia paled and stuttered.

"I-I will do no such thing!"

"Petunia!" Arabella angrily said, "I haven't seen him going to or from school all week, and I know that your husband doesn't drive him! Where else would he be but here?" At this, the boy that Albus had heard from outside came into the kitchen from the living room, where the television could be heard playing. A blonde boy that looked grossly overweight had waddled into the kitchen and walked towards Petunia.

"Mummy, I'm hungry!" the boy whined, frowning and pulling on her arm. "And all the noise in here is making it hard to hear my show! It's too loud, Mummy!"

"Not now, Dudley." She tried to scoot him back towards the living room. "Mummy's got guests right now and we're having a grown-up conversation, so play with your toys for a few minutes instead."

"Wait." Albus said, holding his hand out in a 'stop' motion. He crouched down to see the little boy who couldn't have been anyone other than Harry's cousin. "Dudley. You have a cousin named Harry, correct?" The boy looked at him with a pudgy face and a frown.

"Yeah, what about it?"

"Do you know where he is right now?" Dumbledore asked the boy, keeping a neutral expression. The boy seemed to think hard for a moment before he opened his mouth.

"No. I haven't seen him since my party last week." At this, Dumbledore stood back up, having gotten the information he was unable to get from Petunia, to her mounting horror. Arabella gasped at the blatant neglect that Harry had been shown and put her hand over her mouth, trying to keep tears from falling.

"Thank you Dudley." Albus said, dismissing him. As the child moved back to the living room in hopes of catching more of his show, Albus turned to Petunia once again. With a stony expression that told of pain if she did not answer him, Albus spoke in a dangerous tone. "Petunia. Where. Is. He."

"I-I don't know!" Petunia tried to say, but a glare from the wizard had her changing her story to something more truthful. "w-We had the party at that new place downtown! It was called 'Fred Diner' or something! We left him there, that's it! I thought he would have been back by now, I swear!" She had become nearly hysterical at this point, gripping the back of a nearby chair with white knuckles. Albus quickly threw up a temporary silencing charm around the kitchen so Dudley would not hear what happened next. Albus flicked his wand and a loud horn sounded, snapping Petunia back into silence as the noise died. In a deceptively calm voice, he continued.

"Petunia, do you know what this is?" He held out a small object shaped like a top for her to see. She shook her head, eyes wide. "This is a monitor. It was attuned to Harry specifically by me to show if the wards surrounding this house were under attack or if Harry was gravely injured." His hand started shaking as he kept talking. "I have been remiss in my duty of keeping an eye on Harry's wellbeing, as the only way I know of for a device such as this to deactivate is for the one it is monitoring to lose their magic or experience death." His voice tightened, and he dropped the object to the ground, hands no longer able to keep a grip on it as they shook. He watched as Petunia dropped to her knees in front of it, staring at the object. Then she started to crack, crying and sobbing, quietly whispering to no one. Albus caught the words 'never wanted' and 'didn't mean' in the near incoherent stream of words. Albus turned away, but not before he said one last thing.

"You, Petunia Dursley, are despicable. If you had been the one that died that night instead, and left behind Dudley, would she have done the same to him?" With those final parting words, Albus left through the front door, Arabella following behind him in shock. They passed by the living room, seeing a large child engrossed in a television program and turned away in sadness. Privately, they wondered if Harry had ever been in the same place, watching the television without a care in the world as an innocent child.

They travelled back to Arabella's house in silence, until they reached her living room and Arabella collapsed on an armchair, sobbing for the boy she had watched from afar and rarely interacted with for the last eight years. Somberly, Albus lowered his head, knowing there was little that could be done. Without blood, squibs and muggles were notoriously hard to track down with magical means, their lack of and lesser amounts of magic unable to be honed in on. He could check with various muggle police stations and put out the word that Harry was missing, but he doubted they'd find anything unless he wound up in an orphanage or caught off the streets; both unlikely scenarios. After about half an hour, Albus put a hand on her shoulder and spoke with a heavy heart, breaking through the sound of the crackling fireplace in the background.

"Arabella, I… I'm sorry." She squeezed his hand in acknowledgement before he left, a hollow smile forced on her face amidst obvious tears. And with that he turned to the fireplace, throwing in a handful of floo powder from the mantelpiece. "Headmaster's Office, Hogwarts." He stepped through, seeing his office around him as he landed. Walking to his desk, he put his head in his hands, tears slipping down his face and into his long beard. He would have to inform the staff and ministry of this sooner or later, but he couldn't bring himself to speak face-to-face with them just yet. Summoning a piece of parchment, he started to write a letter to the muggles authorities about a missing persons report.

Elsewhere, Springtrap climbed into a puppet's box once more to play another game with his friend.