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Mr and Mrs Dursley were proud to say that they were perfectly normal.
Unfortunately for them their lives were about to suffer a tremendous change due one extremely abnormal and undursleyish individual.
Albus Dumbledore's arrival to Privet Drive afforded him a chuckle at seeing his esteemed friend and co-worker Minerva McGonagall standing proudly in cat form. Of course the chuckle was purely facade however almost nobody would ever be able to tell. The sight of Privet Drive brought unwelcome memories and remorse for the Headmaster as he tried to reason against the impending guilt for his next actions. McGonagall's protests at his plan for the potter child could be heard in the background
"You couldn't find two people who are less like us..." . However Dumbledore knew this was the action that had to be taken to secure the future of his spa- ... Harry.
Taking said boy from Hagrid, Dumbledore couldn't bear to look into those emerald green eyes knowing the fate the boy was to suffer at these people, he cursed in his mind a man unknown to most for making him be the one to do this.
"Is that where- ?" McGonagall whispered, swallowing thickly, unable to finish the thought and appearing horrified at the lightning bolt shaped scar on Young Harry's forehead. However She was oblivious to Dumbledore's reaction to the scar.
"Yes" said Dumbledore fondly – his mind filled with warm and cherished memories of a man with a similar mark. "He'll have that scar forever" – The question of How Dumbledore would know this did not rise in McGonagall's mind.
As McGonagall and Dumbledore left Harry on the doorstep of the dreadful family with only a cursed note, Dumbledore was hesitant to leave. Fingering the deluminator in his hand idly while staring at the child. For a child and man who had hated the fame behind his name so much, why must he put it on all of my things, thought Dumbledore sighing, eyeing the engravings in the device with the initials HJP.
For Harry James Potter life at the Dursleys passed as fast as it could and soon he was walking the same hallowed halls as his parents once had. He walked amazed along with the other first years into the great hall where the four long tables and sky full of stars averted his attention from a certain headmaster staring intently at the boy.
Harry was in fact so fascinated with the decor that he failed to notice the wave of unnatural calmness that suddenly overcame him despite his frayed nerves. Harry felt a sense of belonging that he had never in his life felt before. He didn't ever want to leave this place, this was truly his home. He watched distantly as others were sorted into houses as cheers from the students of said houses echoed through the hall at each addition. Caught up in this feeling of belonging Harry didn't at first hear the silence fill the hall after a particular name was called.
Although later he would convince himself that this was part of his over imagination after all the excitement, he could swear what pulled him from that moment was an invisible gentle push of his shoulder towards the rickety stool which held the hat and a deep voice filled with amusement which seemed to whisper 'come along Sparrow'.
Now free from his previous distraction Harry was able to notice the peculiar foreign sensation of pride and joy which coursed through him upon his sorting into Gryffindor. He couldn't help but meet the wise blue eyes of the headmaster when walking towards his house table which stopped him in his tracks with their intensity. Luckily the headmaster's attention was soon caught by his fellow member of staff at the table and Harry was able to sit and join his friend Ron Weasley where he was entertained and distracted by the amusing dynamics of the Weasley twins for the rest of the night. This however was not before the strangely baffling parting words a minute later by the headmaster of 'Nitwit', 'Blubber' 'Oddment' and 'Tweak'. While most brushed this as the headmaster's occasional lapse into madness, Harry couldn't help but think that the tone of which the headmaster said the words in suggested a deeper meaning.
The first year of Hogwarts for the half-blood Harry Potter was oddly and persistently filled with confusing moments with a certain headmaster which left Harry and his friends questioning whether Dumbledore was brilliant or mad. They concluded brilliantly mad. On Halloween night after the battle with the troll the headmaster was heard pacing and repeatedly muttering
"Of course should have realized, he really never does lie does he?" Looking over at Fawkes who seemed to squawk in agreement.
Harry continued to see the man at the weirdest times in the hallway and around the grounds until Harry began to feel that there was some otherworldly connection forcing the two to orbit around each other. This was worsened by Headmasters forceful bright Grin and jubilant 'Harry!' every time he saw him. However Harry always thought he could hear a muttered and 'marrow' or sporrow' from the headmaster when his back was turned.
Harry had managed to ignore most of this and place it into a box deep in the back of his mind until a cold night in December where the headmaster made his presence known while Harry was spending another night staring into the mirror of Erised.
"It does not do to dwell on dreams Harry and forget to live, A wise friend told me that once" That night changed something between them for Harry and for the first time in his life he let himself be comforted by someone. Of course there was yet another baffling moment to ponder when he asked what the headmaster saw in the mirror
"I? I see myself with a pair of thick, woollen socks".
It was a testament to Harry's sleep deprivation at this point that he did not question the truth of this statement before accepting it and said, shocking even himself with the random statement "'I like to knit woollen socks"
The Headmaster replied calmly with that smug twinkle in his eye "Do you indeed?"
The following years left Harry with more adventures as there were odd moments with the headmaster. The man often reminisced about a dear friend and partner who Harry assumed to have passed due to Dumbledore's melancholy at the memories. There was also the fact that Dumbledore seemed to trust Harry inexplicably.
When the Chamber of secret opened he did not hesitate to inform a panicking Harry in his office
"I believe you Harry, I have the utmost faith you would not lie"
It was too unexpected even by the professors, Dumbledore Ire and anger at the dementors in the quidditch match during Harry's third year where he fainted and Dumbledore banished all of the dementors off the quidditch pitch and from Hogwarts. Harry, once recovered from his injury, was told by Ron and the others that Dumbledore had to be convinced by the Minister of Magic in a meeting that lasted for three and a half hours, to allow the miserable creatures access to the castle again. No one however saw McGonagall's reaction to Dumbledore's actions including the realization fill her eyes before her subsequent deep discussion with the headmaster about a certain 'close friend' of his.
It was later after the death of one Sirius Black where Harry raged Dumbledore's office he was told of this friend once again
"What would your friend have said, Professor?" A grieving Harry began silent tears running down his face.
"What happened to Sirius cannot be forgotten, we loved him, we will fight for him and remember him, but you cannot live in constant guilt of things. He would surely not blame you and my friend would say you should cherish your memories of him not condemn yourself. He, like many others, will watch over you. You will see him again." Dumbledore spoke softly, hating the pain in the eyes of the young boy who had faced too much in his life with so many more challenges to come.
It was weeks before Dumbledore's death and months after during a cruel war when now a man, Harry James Potter was able to finally decipher one of his last confusing moments with Albus Dumbledore.
Dumbledore had appeared as usual out of nowhere and told him that he would win this fight against Voldemort. Harry had been given a ring to protect which unknown to him held a powerful stone along with a necklace that Dumbledore took from his own neck and put onto Harry's that had a mysterious symbol of a triangle with a circle and straight line through it.
Harry at the time was too absorbed in his attempt to prove Draco Malfoy a death eater that he did not piece Dumbledore's parting actions together until sitting in a rickety house with his friends sharing a cup of cold and horrid tea with Xenophilius Lovegood.
Harry had finally worked out what Dumbledore always knew on his deathbed .When sacrificing the horcrux within himself Harry met Dumbledore for what he would assume to be the final time at a white platform that was reminiscent of the Hogwarts express station.
"Where will I go" he questioned Dumbledore once again looking for direction from his seemingly omniscient mentor
"On" replied the previous Headmaster. Although that wasn't technically true he thought to himself as he saw a Harry James Potter he deeply recognized fade away.
A few seconds later a darkened figure appeared at his side, a hand marred by the words 'I must not tell lies' grabbed his own, pulled Dumbledore into his embrace and they left together for the next great adventure.