In the next few days Dumbledore has a lot of paper work and meetings to attend, all concerning the new lich.
One of the more important meetings is with the International Confederation of Wizards.
In a large atrium under Stonehenge, far from prying eyes, the meeting takes place. The atrium is semi-circular against a flat line of tables, where on one side is the audience, where the members of the confederation watch the proceedings. On the side opposing the semi-circle is where the judges sit and where the announcing box lies.
Siting in the judges seats are thirteen members cloaked in robes.
"I call to order the 10344th meeting of the International Confederation of Wizards" spoke a man in green robes from the middle of the judges seats. "These proceedings are about the use of the Hallyn ritual to give a Harry Potter a body as a lich. Harry did not have a body as he had become a phantom due to his body's death from a car accident. We recognize a Headmaster Dumbledore. You may start your case."
Standing in front of the judges seats, and with his back to the audience, Dumbledore stands.
"Ahem, I know this is rather unusual and most unorthodox, but my reasoning for bringing forth Harry Potter as a lich are numerous.
For one, he was already ninety nine percent the way there. What started as a dark ritual on the night that his parents were killed was all but complete when Harry's body was killed in that car crash. Being left as a phantom, he just needed to find a ritual, numerous of them they are, to gain back his body and come back as a lich. I simply sped up the process."
"What right did you have to speed up the process. There is a reason we are in deep conflict with the lich, and other dark creatures" spoke a woman in brown robes.
"Well, other rituals to give a body to a phantom would result in a harder drain on the new body. The ritual I chose was one that minimizes the drain, the urge if you will, to cause death. Most importantly, the drain to cause the death of other sentient beings. A drain all lich share."
"What plans do you have now, Dumbledore" uttered a short wizard in grey robes.
"I believe that, even though Harry is to be a lich, and thus a dark creature, he would be one we can reason with. The lich need to cause, or maybe they just enjoy, sentient deaths, to destroy societies. But what if Harry were to focus on only destroying society slowly..."
Dumbledore looked on, his eyes gleaming behind his spectacles.
"Go on"
Steepling his fingers with a small smile, Dumbledore continued "There are ways to destroy a society outside of killing its inhabitants, bombing them, executing them, starving them, or torturing them. Quite simply, the inhabitants can die out due to infertility; or just not having enough children to replace them."
"If Harry focuses his lich, and his dark, magic on lowering fertility rates, he would be fulfilling a function of the lich; to destroy a society.
"Remembers WW2; when the dark over reached and caused a 100 million decrease in population over the world. They are planning another one, I just know it. It is best to have a passive dark lord here that will focus on population decreases by fertility decreases than in the violent way it has been going on in the past. The death and decay of a society for the lich can be accomplished by lack of births, and not by great war."
Mulling his words over, the International Confederation of wizards asks in a shocked voice; "you mean to have Harry Potter become a Dark Lord? He comes from a tradition steeped in the light. How can you say this?"
"It is already set in motion. He has an affinity to the dark even before the accident, and now he is all but assured."
From the audience came a cry "Harry may be a lich, but he will never be dark. Your plan is doomed to fail. The other members of the dark will never recognize Harry as a dark lord."
"Silence in the audience" slammed the green robed wizard, a gavel hitting the desk with a loud bang.
"You may keep your lich child as long as he adheres to fertility means of population decreases. If he starts to murder or cause large violent events, then he will be banished from your school and labeled an enemy. Which, when caught, will be thrown in prison to languish."
"That is all that I can ask for" spoke Dumbledore.
"Then this meeting is adjourned." The gavel hits the desk one final time, and then all the wizards and witches in the judging area get up to leave through entrances in the back, while the audience members get up to leave by the exits on the sides.
Dumbledore walks to the entrance door and walks out down the hall. Robes sweeping in the wind, he makes his way to the teleporting hall.
Once there, he enters onto the dais and disintegrates in the wind.
Back at Privet Drive, Harry is having troubles of his own.
"All this course work is boring. Nothing to do but math, science, english, or history. Isn't there something more interesting that I can read about."
"Just be grateful that you do read at all" spoke Aunt Petunia.
Harry goes back to reading over his english. Spending most of his time in history or math, Harry is not too adept at it. Bored with his assignment, the glowing blue orbs of Harry Potter, shining behind new spectacles, focuses in on Aunt Petunia's newspaper.
"Maybe I can read that. That seems interesting." Blaring on the front page is an article of war in the middle east and famine in Africa.
"You will read it after I am done with it" sneered Aunt Petunia.
"And me" added Dudley "when I am done with it as well."
"Too right" remarked Uncle Vernon.