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Harry the phantom made his way to the cupboard under the stairs and waited there for the Dursleys to return from the hospital. Hearing the front door open, Harry prepares to try to explain his situation to them.
The foot steps get closer and closer, before they stop right in front of the cupboard.
The cupboard door is pushed open with a creak, revealing a very old man in blue star robes. A long white beard, and a twinkle in his eyes.
"Hello Harry" he said softly "my name is Albus Dumbledore, I work as a headmaster at a school for magic. It is a school you will be going to. After all, you have to admit your condition is magical" spoke Dumbledore.
"Really, this is magic? There is more like me".
Chuckling Dumbledore answers, "from a certain point of view; yes."
Smiling, Dumbledore adds in "I knew your parents quite well. Would you like to visit their graves?"
Later, in the middle of a graveyard, there is a large sarcophagus. In the middle of the sarcophagus, chained down with thick iron, is Harry. The phantom is covered in thick chains, as around him, in the sarcophagus, white plasma circles around.
"The head of thy father" Dumbledore throws in the severed head of Harry's father, a James Potter.
"Ribs of thy mother" Dumbledore throws in the cut ribs of Harry's mother, a Lily Potter.
"Blood from thy birth, hair from thy birth, and bone from thy birth" Dumbledore empties the vial of blood he collected earlier, the hair he cut off earlier, and the finger bone he sawed off earlier.
All these ingredients swirled around the plasma and Harry, the waxing moon shining down.
Dumbledore then picks up a large container of gunpowder, remarking "this stuff is useful for many things" to himself, before dumping the entire container inside the sarcophagus.
BOOM
A large explosion fills the air and the sarcophagus, made of stone, cracks all over.
The swirling plasma is gone, and in its stead is shadow.
Then a pale white hand clasps upwards on the edge of the sarcophagus. The sound of broken chains moving.
Then a pale face with glowing blue flames as eyes in skull sockets pokes its head up. Its nasal bone sucking in air. Its jaw, filled with teeth, opens, and in a raspy voice Harry speaks "are we done? What happened?"
Dumbledore is carrying forward black robes. "These are for you" and tosses them over to Harry inside the sarcophagus.
Harry picks them up and puts them on.
He then climbs over the cracked walls and into the graveyard.
"Unfortunately, this is how you must live your life. Your body is of a lich."
Frowning, Dumbledore looks on "seeming as your appearance is most unusual, you will not be attending school in public until you enter my magic school."
"In the meantime, I will leave you books and have a teacher come by every now and then to see how you are faring."
"Can I visit my parents graves now?"
"What! Oh yes, I'll show you where they are."
Walking with Harry several feet, they come upon two graves together. The graves have been dug open and the coffins ripped apart. The bodies have, to briefly sum it up, been desecrated.
Dumbledore looks up at the night sky "It is getting late." Taking out his watch, which is an hourglass with multiple symbols on it, "and I need to meet a few people in several hours."
"It's okay" mumbled Harry "at least I got to be taken care by them one last time."
"That's the spirit. Anyway, we need to explain this to your Aunt and Uncle."
Getting a wand out of his pocket, Dumbledore moves it around and said some incantations. The coffins repair themselves, the dirt falls back on the grave, and the sarcophagus is turned into a pile of dust, which is then blown into the wind by his wand.
"Here, take my hand and I will teleport us back to Privet Drive."
Grabbing his hand, Harry and Dumbledore disintegrate in the wind.
Coalescing from air, Dumbledore and Harry arrive in front of Privet Drive.
Striding up to the front door, Dumbledore knocks. Getting no response, he knocks even louder.
Hearing footsteps approaching the door, Dumbledore steps back.
Opening the door, Uncle Vernon shouts out "what do you think you are doing, knocking on our door at this hour?"
"So sorry" says Dumbledore "but it is about Harry. It appears that the accident that he suffered earlier today was not as debilitating as first thought."
Turning around, the lich Harry walks up to Uncle Vernon "I still need my glasses".
Pure shock, and then anger went across Uncle Vernon's face.
"Harry" screeched out Aunt Petunia from behind Uncle Vernon.
"You're from THEM, aren't you" Uncle Vernon intoned to Dumbledore.
"Yes, and I have to leave so I must make this quick. Harry must not be seen until he attends my school. He must stay indoors to avoid scaring and speculation from the neighbors."
Uncle Vernon couldn't have agreed more.
"I will drop off some of his school textbooks from the elementary school he is attending. For all intents and purposes, Harry has died to the rest of the world."
Dumbledore nod off to Harry "I look forward to seeing you in several years when you are eleven" and then walks off before disappearing in the wind.
In his perpetual grin, the skeletal face of Harry spoke in "it's been a long day. I am hungry."
"You don't know the half of it" says Uncle Vernon.
"Take your robes and stay in your room."
"Oh, I think Dumbledore forgot to mention, he wants you to move me to the attic."
Looking down, Aunt Petunia interjected "very well, but we hope to not hear a peep out of you."
"No Aunt Petunia" Harry put in. "By the way, you don't happen to have my glasses, do you?"
"No, we will need to buy new ones."