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Oblivious - Rewritten Version

Summary: Harriet finds a huge magical library in her home and finds out some things she should've known all her life. How does this influence her life? Dumbledore Bashing, Selective Weasley Bashing, Time Travel Fix It.

Chapter 7

The trip to Hogwarts was a relatively short one. Harriet had just apparated to Hogsmeade and walked the rest of the way. And the nearer they got to the Headmistress' Office, the more they all just wanted to scream everything out to the world so that everyone could hear it.

Baby Lily was sound asleep, so she didn't witness anything. Not even the children in the hallways greeting Harriet or just staring at the Girl-Who-Lived, or when Harriet was immediately let past by the Gargoyle sensing that this woman would not take it lightly to be asked for a password at this time.

When Harriet arrived upstairs, right outside of the office, she knocked.

"Come in!" a voice called from inside and she opened the door to see Minerva McGonagall sitting behind her desk. "Good morning, Mrs. Potter-Weasley." She spotted baby Lily. "And Miss Potter-Weasley. What brings you here today?"

Harriet took a deep breath to stop herself from blowing up at one of her favourite professors. "I just found out devastating and surprising things about my past and I, as well as three other people, would like to talk to Dumbledore's portrait, as most if not all of it is his fault. Could you take Lily for this and see to it that the earmuffs don't slip?"

Minerva nodded curtly. "Certainly, Mrs. Potter-Weasley." She took baby Lily and watched as Harriet took out a frame with three very familiar people.

"Dorea, James and Lily?" Minerva's eyes started tearing up at seeing three of her old friends who died, but she kept herself composed and blinked the tears away. "You wanted to talk to Dumbledore. Would you like me to leave?"

Shaking her head, Harriet replied with no, that she could stay and listen if she wanted, and just to be careful that baby Lily didn't hear anything.

"Albus?" Minerva said, approaching the sleeping portrait of the old headmaster. "There are some people who have some important matters to speak to you about."

The man in question opened his eyes. "Why Minerva, who would be wanting to talk to-" He cut himself off upon seeing four angry faces staring back at him. And then the yelling started, Minerva being very careful to keep the earmuffs on baby Lily's ears.

Minerva listened as the four switched turns with yelling at Dumbledore and heard a lot of things she rather hoped were not true. For example that Dumbledore knew all along who the real traitor was because he was the one who cast the Fidelius Charm, or that he had blocked Harriet's magical core to keep her from finding out about magic, or that she had been fed with love potions since her fifth year. Or the fact that Stella Black was alive and that she was Petunia Dursley and that Hermione Granger-Krum was in fact Hermione Dursley-Krum.

After the yelling was over, which pretty much took an hour, they all took a moment to calm down. Nobody dared to look at Dumbledore's portrait, which was sporting the same grandfatherly smile as always, accompanied by the familiar twinkle in his eyes. They just knew they would blow up again at seeing it.

Minerva made a noise of disbelief before turning on Dumbledore. "I best hope this is just a horrible misunderstanding. And if it isn't…Albus, I need explanations! And none of the 'It was for the Greater Good'. You will explain. Now."

Dumbledore sighed, the smile on his face and the twinkle in his eyes having disappeared. He didn't notice the portraits of other former headmasters and headmistress' before him looking at him in pure shock and anger, or if he did he just ignored it. Knowing that this moment was bound to come, he started talking, confirming everyone's suspicions that this was not the Albus Dumbledore they grew up knowing.

Dumbledore went on saying that he only left Sirius in Azkaban because Harriet would have to be with her mother's blood relatives, due to the blood protection, but since she didn't have any left, he went back in time and kidnapped baby Stella, who, according to him, became a death eater in his old present, to give her to the Evans' and blood bond her with them without their knowing. Even going so far as to plant memories of a pregnancy and a birth in their heads.

"But why would you steal an innocent child from her family just to have a really bad option for an orphaned child?" Was Dorea's question.

"Well by kidnapping Stella Black I prevented her from ever becoming a death eater."

But that brought up another question of how that is possible, seeing as Lily definitely did not remember her sister being magical. Answer to that was more blocks on magical cores, of course. What did they even expect? That Voldemort willingly took a squib into his ranks? Yeah sure, fat chance of that.

"So do I understand this right?" James asked now. "You have kidnapped the member of a prominent pure-blood family, declared her dead, and bound her magic and placed her in a muggle family by illegally blood binding her to them? You know that blood magic is highly illegal and banned all over Britain don't you, Dumbledore?" As Dumbledore was trying to say something, James interrupted him once again. "And you did it just so you would have a "blood relative" to hand over my daughter to since obviously my best friend in the world who wasn't even the secret keeper was a murderer and traitor?"

Dumbledore did not say anything to that, but it answered the question. "Tell me, Dumbledore, how are these wards around the Dursley's house powered?"

Dumbledore started smiling again, the twinkle in his eye returning. "Ah, that is where it gets interesting. You see, the wards Lily put up around her sister's home are powered by love. That is-"

This time it was Lily who interrupted him sharply. "That is where you are wrong, Dumbledore. I have researched the ward and how it is powered ever since we went into hiding. It is powered by love, yes, but that is not all there is. The ward required rune work and spellwork to work. And I certainly never set up any wards around my sister's home, because she had never allowed it. I set up the wards around Sirius' and Remus' flat because I was sure that, if anything happened to James and me, custody over Harriet would be handed to them, since it was in our will that they be given to the two, or two the Longbottoms, or, if they were not available, to Minerva! I put up these wards around each of their homes with their permission. The one around Sirius' and Remus' flat would be powered after James and I died. If they were both not available for any reason, the Longbottoms. And finally, if they weren't able to take care of my daughter, the wards at McGonagall Manor would be powered!" She looked at Minerva and asked her why she did not do anything against the placement of her daughter.

"I tried convincing him to not give him to the Dursley's, but he wouldn't listen. And Lily, I truly do not remember you ever asking me to have this ward put up." She searched in her mind, and found something from around summer 1981. Lily had held her back after an Order Meeting and…from then on it was all jumbled and blurred. A few days after that was another completely blurred memory of her and Lily meeting at McGonagall Manor and talking about something. Minerva's eyes widened as she realised what had happened and she gave Dumbledore a sharp glare she would usually save for the Marauders or the Weasley twins. "Albus, you erased my memory! How and why would you do that?"

Dumbledore sighed again. "If young Harriet had come to live with you, Minerva, the both of you would not have been safe. The wards are strongest if Harriet was in range of her loving blood relatives, so-"

Once again, Lily cut him off. "That is not true and you know it! First, the Petunia I know would never love the child of her freak sister, meaning that even if I had set up wards there, they would have collapsed within a month. And second, it doesn't have to be blood relatives. The only important thing is to know that they will be loved unconditionally. I agree with you in one thing, though, love truly is the strongest kind of magic."

Harriet, after listening to everyone talk, had a question of your own. "If you knew this, Dumbledore, then why did you send me to the Dursley's? They hated me! I slept in a cupboard for ten years, and I told you how they treated me after my first year, but you told me I was exaggerating! Why in Merlin's name did you keep sending me back there?"

Dumbledore answered with a question, but it explained so much. "I told you how Tom Riddle grew up, did I not?"

Tom Riddle's upbringing was similar to Harriet's. The only difference was that Riddle grew up in an orphanage. She had read of an experiment she didn't remember the name of, but it made sense. Dumbledore kept sending Riddle back to the orphanage where he wasn't loved, and he turned into a Dark Lord. Now, to prove that this wasn't his fault, he did the same with Harriet. Gave her into an unloving environment, and sent her back there every year. When Harriet had turned of age, killed a Dark Lord, married a light wizard and became an Auror, the experiment was successful on his part. In his opinion, he had proven that Tom Riddle turning into Lord Voldemort was not his fault. Had Harriet turned into a Dark Lady because of the environment she grew up in, Dumbledore would have had to live with the knowledge that he caused two Dark Magicals to rise to power.

"Is that it?" Harriet asked quietly. "You wanted me to grow up unloved so you could prove that the Rise of Lord Voldemort was not your fault?" Dumbledore nodded. "So what if you had been proven wrong? Tom Riddle grew up hating muggles for what they did to him in the orphanage, what if I had grown up hating them as well? For how the Dursley's treated me? What would you have done, had I turned into a Dark Lady right under your nose?"

Surprisingly, Dumbledore had an answer to that. Unsurprisingly, it wasn't a good one. "You have to understand, it was all for the Greater Good!"

Harriet wanted nothing more than to just leave, but there were two more open questions. "Did you, or did you not kidnap Hermione Dursley and give her up for adoption?"

"I did not."

"Then what did you do? Because I know that I have never known a Hermione Dursley in my life." Harriet paused for the dramatic effect and continued. "But I have, in fact, known a Hermione Granger-Krum and I have official copies of documents stating that my cousin's name was Hermione Dursley-Krum."

For James, Lily and Dorea that was no news. Minerva gasped, and Dumbledore just kept the twinkle in his eyes. "Ah, Mrs. Granger-Krum…I have removed her from her family with the best intentions. You know that the Dursley's do not like magic, and as soon as I saw her name in the Book of Names at Hogwarts, I knew I had to do something."

Harriet narrowed her eyes. "So you would save one witch from a magic-hating family, but send another one back there every year for an unnecessary experiment?" She shook her head and glared at Dumbledore, hoping the basilisk poison had given her just a little bit of the deadly stare and that the frame would just go up in flames or be reduced to dust. "So why the love and loyalty potions, Dumbledore? Why make me loyal to you and the Weasleys, hate Slytherins and Snape? Why make me marry Ronald with the use of potions? Doesn't that destroy the purpose of that little experiment you acted out?"

Dumbledore didn't flinch. "Not in the slightest, my girl. Had you been more like Riddle, you would have noticed the potions very early on and taken measures against the usage of them. But you not doing so proved me right."

"Oh so now you are saying that I am too dumb to notice anything? Don't you think that might have been the effect of Voldemort's horcrux in my head, or the effect of the blocks placed on my magical core? You know just as well as I do that these blocks can cause permanent damage or even death. How do you know those two components didn't mess with my head?"

No answer came and Harriet was done. She had nothing more to talk about to Dumbledore. She had enough. "You will regret this one day, Albus Dumbledore." Then she took the portraits of her parents and grandmother, who were busy yelling at Dumbledore and put them in her bag. After that, she took baby Lily back from Minerva, who was too shocked to say anything.

"Headmistress, it was a pleasure seeing you again, even if under questionable circumstances. I would love to see you coming over for tea sometime."

AN: I am so sorry for not updating in so long, but I've had a lot to deal with at school.