Chapter 1
The Murder of Harry Potter
Disclaimer: Everything in the Harry Potter universe belongs to J.K. Rowling. I got nothing out of this except for enjoyment.
Harry was never a happy boy.
Since he had set his foot at the Dursleys, they treated him horribly, they made him do house chores, and he never received anything good. He was wearing Dudley's old clothes, and never received anything for his birthday.
Roughly three months before Christmas during the year that he was seven, Vernon had beaten him, then he and Petunia took a knife each, stabbed him several times in the chest, and then they silted his throat.
Harry fell and died within a few minutes.
Vernon and Petunia smiled.
"Finally we got rid of him," Vernon said. "We can live a peaceful life now, no more freaks in our house."
"And Dudley can have some peace with his friends, too," said Petunia, taking the knives and walked to the basin to wash it, and then she put it away.
O-O
Meanwhile, Albus Dumbledore had just arrived back in his office, and he had brought a cup of tea, then he was distracted by the sound of his silver instrument, and as he examined them, he realised that the ward he had set up in Privet Drive had collapsed.
As fast as he could, he apparated to Number Four, Privet Drive, and desperately knocked on the door.
A moment later, the door opened, and Petunia appeared.
"What do you want?" she asked.
"I am Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, I am here to check on Harry Potter."
Petunia didn't like what Dumbledore had said, but she knew that it doesn't matter any more.
"Well, we've got news for you, he's dead now," she said.
"What?" asked Dumbledore, he could hardly believe his ears.
He did not believe that anyone would go after Harry while he was with his relatives. After all, the blood ward that he had set up would not have allowed any of Voldemort's supporters to touch or hurt Harry in Number Four, Privet Drive.
He looked at Petunia, wondering how she knew that Harry was dead.
"Tell me that you are joking," he said, not believing a word that Petunia had told him.
"He's a freak, just like you," said Petunia firmly. "It would be better to have him killed instead of living with us. By the way, I am not joking, he is dead, we killed him."
Dumbledore gasped at the last three words of her sentence, this was the thing that he had never expected to happen, but it had happened.
His expression turned livid.
"You can come in and see the state of him," said Petunia, grinning, as if she was proud of killing Harry, and she didn't seem to care about Dumbledore's expression at all. "Only your lot would care about this freak, I assume, just like my sister was."
Dumbledore didn't need telling twice, he stepped into the house and followed Petunia, then they stopped near the kitchen, he was not happy with how careless Petunia had reacted to his expression.
Harry Potter was lying on the floor, his chest covered with blood, and there was also blood stains around his neck. He appeared to be motionless, and his eyes were not moving.
Dumbledore's heart was filled with anger and sorrow. His expression appeared to glower.
"You want him? No one can make him alive again," Vernon said. "There's nothing you can do about him, we have gotten rid of him."
"What! I explained in my letter that he would be protected while he lived with you! But you killed him!" Dumbledore said furiously.
He shook his head, then he Disapparated.
Once Dumbledore arrived back in his office, he sat down, and he closed his eyes.
His heart was pounding, and his hands were shaking. The scenes that he had seen in Number Four, Privet Drive, were improbable.
The plan that he had set up had gone wrong, to the point of irreversibility.
He wondered what would happen as soon as the Wizarding world hears about Harry's death, surely they would miss him, and they would probably weep over his death.
He had decided to send Harry to the Dursleys so that Harry could not be touched or harmed by Voldemort, and the reason for him to keep Harry alive, was the fact that he needed him to defeat Voldemort, and now, he knew that his plan had been disrupted. He couldn't bear to think of what Minerva McGonagall had told him when he decided to leave Harry with the Dursleys.
He knew that Minerva McGonagall had warned him about the fact that the Muggles were the worst sort to the Wizards, and he told her that it would be better for Harry to get away from knowing that he is famous until he is ready to take it.
He had stationed Arabella Figg to keeping watch over Harry, didn't she arrive in time to stop the Dursleys from killing him?
He had thought that the prophecy that Sybill had made wouldn't allow the Dursleys to kill Harry, could there be a possibility that the prophecy was fake or half true? Or was it referring to someone else?
He knew that the prophecy wouldn't be referring to anyone else, as Voldemort chose Harry, attacked him, and marked him as his equal.
The rest of the prophecy, however, didn't come true at all.
He knew that Neville Longbottom was also born in July, but he wasn't marked by Voldemort, and he does not have the capability of what Harry could do.
He hardly talked for a week, and he started to avoid his fellow staff members, as he didn't want them to know that Harry was dead, particularly Minerva McGonagall.
"What's wrong, Albus?" asked Snape.
Dumbledore did not want any of his staff members to know about what had happened to Harry, not even Snape, since he would probably be blamed for dropping Harry at Number Four, Privet Drive if anyone finds out that Harry's relatives had killed him.
"None of your business," he replied.
He had hoped that the Dursleys would treat Harry like a family, but things had gone too far from his expectations, despite how they might have been treating him, Harry would be alive, but he had never expected the Dursleys to do such a thing, killing Harry without a second thought.
He was sure that Voldemort would return sooner or later, and then, the Wizarding Britain would be in danger again, and there would be no one to defeat him. Voldemort would end up on getting hold of the Wizarding world, killing people who refuse to join him, and perhaps killing Muggles too.
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Vernon and Petunia had cleaned off the blood that spilled on the floor, and they placed Harry's body inside a box, sealed it with tape, and dropped it in a forest far away from Privet Drive, to prevent others from knowing that they had committed murder, although they did not feel guilty about killing Harry since they hated him, to them, it would be better to see Harry dead.
"Finally the freak has been dealt with," Vernon said as he and Petunia went back to Number Four, Privet Drive.
Petunia giggled, and Dudley smiled.
"Do you think I should tell my friends about it?" Dudley asked.
"Of course not, or else we would be in trouble," Petunia said. "If anyone asks, just say that he has been murdered by some criminals. Besides, I don't think anyone would care."
"Okay, I'll keep it from them, keep you two out of trouble," Dudley said, considering how good his parents have been to him. "Maybe we should celebrate Harry's death every year."
Vernon and Petunia looked at each other.
"As long as we don't let the public know about this, anything is okay," Petunia said, and Vernon nodded. "But celebrating the day of Harry's death would mean that we should not invite any guests over, or else it may raise suspicion of how Harry had died."
Dudley nodded.
"What if there are some of our friends who had arrived at our house without telling us beforehand on that day?" he asked.
"It is certainly not a good idea to shut them out," Petunia said. "If they arrived here just to sit down for a while, then we will start cooking after they leave. Be rest assured, we will try our best to not letting them notice anything odd."
O-O
The rest of the staff members of Hogwarts were also curious about Dumbledore's emotions, and they constantly saw Dumbledore bowing his head down, which made them wonder what was wrong with him.
In spite of all this, Dumbledore did not reveal his thoughts to anyone, as soon as someone asks why he bows his head down, he refused to answer them.
"Dumbledore's old now," Professor McGonagall told Professor Sprout quietly.
"Maybe he should consider resigning from his post," Professor Sprout said. "He's probably taking too many positions."
Professor McGonagall nodded.
"Maybe he should resign from only some of his post, so he can concentrate more on the others," she said.
Bearing those thoughts in mind, Professor McGonagall made her way to Dumbledore's office, and she knocked on the door.
"Enter," Dumbledore said weakly.
Professor McGonagall opened the door and entered.
"To what do I owe this pleasure, Minerva?" Dumbledore asked.
"You should consider resigning from some of your post, Dumbledore," Professor McGonagall advised. "You took too many positions, what do you think?"
Dumbledore did not like that, he was not feeling well, not because he took too many positions, but because of the death of Harry Potter that had caused his plan to fail.
"Why do you reckon I should do that?" he asked.
"You shouldn't have taken that much positions in the first place," Professor McGonagall said. "I don't think you are in a fit state to go on like this. It appears that you have something in mind that is bothering you so much."
Dumbledore shook his head.
"Nothing is bothering me, but I want to be alone for a moment," he said.
"Why?" asked Professor McGonagall, she was shocked to see Dumbledore's expression, as she had never seen him like this before. "Maybe I can try my best to help you if you need me to."
"This is not something that I want to discuss with you, Minerva," Dumbledore said quietly. "There's no way that you can help me with this."
"What about the Ministry of Magic?" asked Professor McGonagall.
"I'll see about that," Dumbledore said, as he felt that this is the best answer he could give her.
Professor McGonagall nodded, and she left the office.
O-O
"Do you think Dumbledore should be sent to St Mungo's?" asked Professor Sprout.
"Maybe he should be sent there," said Professor McGonagall. "St Mungo's should know what is the best thing to do for him. Nevertheless, I don't know if he is going to co-operate. He didn't seem to be as cooperative with us as he did in the past."
"We will see about that," said Professor Sprout.
"His expression does sound like he is trying to hide something from us," Professor McGonagall said.
She began to guess what Dumbledore was thinking.
Was Dumbledore thinking about someone who he needs to be released from Azkaban, or was he thinking about a problem in the Ministry of Magic?
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Percy Weasley, who had just started his first year of Hogwarts, also saw Dumbledore's emotions at mealtimes, and he was also curious about what was wrong with him. He, like the others, had no idea that Harry Potter, who he had been reading about before he attended Hogwarts, was killed.
He didn't know whether he should tell his parents about what had happened to Dumbledore or not, but he felt that it may be important to tell his brothers about it.
He didn't dare to ask any staff members about this, as he knew that they would just be as nonplussed as he was about Dumbledore's thoughts. If he asked Dumbledore straight away, he didn't know if Dumbledore would answer.
He had expected his school life to be as normal as possible, but with the Headmaster acting odd, he had no idea what would happen in the school next.
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"I reckon you need to go to Madam Pomfrey for a check-up, Dumbledore," said Professor McGonagall.
"I'm not ill," Dumbledore said, "and I don't need a check-up."
"Are you thinking about someone who needs to be released from Azkaban?" asked Professor McGonagall. "Is there any problems with the Ministry of Magic?"
Dumbledore shook his head.
"Don't tell me that you killed someone," said Professor McGonagall. "Or else you could be in serious trouble."
"I didn't kill anyone," said Dumbledore, which was the truth.
"What's wrong, then?" asked Professor McGonagall.
"None of your business," said Dumbledore quietly.
"Very well, do whatever you need to do," said Professor McGonagall, and she walked out of Dumbledore's office, although she still had the suspicion that Dumbledore was hiding something from her.
O-O
Soon enough, a Howler arrived at the Dursleys, and when Vernon opened it, there were screams of anger from Dumbledore.
O-O
One evening, Dumbledore summoned Sybill Trelawney into his office.
"To what do I owe this pleasure, Headmaster," Sybill asked.
"You know the prophecy you made eight years ago?" asked Dumbledore.
"I couldn't remember it," Sybill said.
"I'll let you hear it again," Dumbledore said.
Then he took out his pensieve, and played the memory.
After Sybill had heard the prophecy again, Dumbledore glanced at her.
"I am afraid that there is a possibility that this prophecy is half-true; or isn't true at all," he said. "I am sorry, but you are dismissed from this school."
"Why?" Sybill asked. "What happened?"
"Harry was the one who vanquished Voldemort, but he was killed by his relatives," Dumbledore said. "You said that either must die at the hands of the other, that either Harry must kill Voldemort; or vice versa."
Sybill sighed.
"I had never intended you to be the Divination teacher. I only hired you when I heard the prophecy from you. but as it was half-true, I don't think there's any point letting you stay here any longer," Dumbledore said. "You made a prophecy that was only half-true."
Sybill nodded.
As she opened the door of Dumbledore's office, Snape stood there.
"Severus, to what do I owe the pleasure?" he asked.
"I just heard part of your conversation with Sybill," Snape answered. "It appears that I have one less person to deal with in the future."
"What do you mean?" asked Dumbledore.
"Harry Potter's dead, he will never attend Hogwarts, this suited me just fine," Snape answered gleefully.
O-O
July 1991
"Dumbledore, I received a notification that I do not need to send Harry Potter a letter," Professor McGonagall said.
"He's dead," Dumbledore said uneasily. "The Dursleys killed him."
"And you were the one who had left him on their doorstep in the first place," Professor McGonagall said, then she lost her temper. "I DID WARN YOU, AND NOW THEY KILLED HIM!"
"I know, I sent Harry there so that Harry could be protected from Voldemort, as her mother's sacrifice will keep him from being harmed by Voldemort as long as he calls that place home. I never imagined that the Dursleys would go this far, killing Harry without a second thought," Dumbledore said.
A/N: Please review.
This story was formerly known as 'An Irreversible Mistake'
Note: there will be no time travel, nor will there be mentions of the afterlife in this story.
Was Snape out of character in this chapter?
Would Dumbledore dare bring the Philosopher's Stone to Hogwarts?