Disclaimer: Song's not mine, neither are characters. Harry Potter belongs to J.K.Rowling and the song's from Hercules
A/N: This isn't related to the last chapter, none of the chapters will really follow on from each other. They are meant as separate short stories, this one is Dumbledore and Harry, can Dumbledore possibly help?
Harry took a deep breath to give himself courage, he was stood outside the gargoyle next to Dumbledore's office. The problem was that he didn't know the password, it had obviously changed from Lemon drop, but Dumbledore always seemed to know what was going on, and this time was no exception.
`So Harry, what can I do for you' Dumbledore asked sounded highly amused as he stood aside to allow Harry to enter his office
`Well I've been thinking' Harry started before pausing unsure of what to say next. Dumbledore was in no hurry and waited silently to see what Harry could want this time. He had always looked out for Harry, ever since his parents died, but Harry rarely asked for help, he just seemed to end up tackling evil at every turn, so Dumbledore had kept a close eye on him to try and protect him as much as possible.
To be honest Dumbledore still felt slightly guilty for what had happened at Godric's Hollow all those years ago, he should have insisted on becoming James and Lily's secret keeper. He should have made sure James told him of any slight change, he should have given Sirius a fair trial instead of allowing Crouch to throw him in Azkeban. There were so many things that he should have done and yet it was too late to change any of them, what had happened had happened, Dumbledore just had to make sure that the same mistakes weren't repeated this time.
Harry cleared his throat obviously preparing himself to speak again, while Dumbledore absent-mindedly reached for a lemon drop and popped it in his mouth
`I'm going to fight Voldemort' Harry announced suddenly. Whatever Dumbledore had thought Harry had been about to say, this wasn't it, and the shock caused the normally in control Dumbledore to choke on his lemon drop. But Harry wasn't finished with his shocks, as he spoke again
`And I want you to train me'
***
So, ya wanna be a hero, kid?
Well, whoop de-do!
I have been around the block before
With blockheads just like you
Each and ev'ryone a disappointment
Pain for which there ain't no ointment
So much for excuses
Though a kid of James is
Asking me to jump into the fray
My answer is two words...
O.K.
You win
Oh gods
Oy vay!
***
Dumbledore had fought Voldemort before, he knew exactly what he was capable of, but could he teach someone else what was required to win? He had tried before many times, every one of them had been quickly despatched easily by Voldemort. But this wasn't just a kid this was James and Lily's son, this was Harry Potter, the boy who lived. The question was could Dumbledore really turn him into the boy who won?
And the answer was a resounding `Yes I'll train you'
***
I'd given up hope that someone
would come along
A fellow who'd ring the bell for once
Not the gong
The kind who wins trophies
Won't settle for low fees
At least semi-pro fees
But no...I get the greenhorn
***
`So first of all we need to study our enemy' Dumbledore was giving Harry his first lesson in defeating evil dark lords. Dumbledore of course had experience, he had defeated the dark wizard Grindelwald in the 1940's but then he hadn't even turned 100. Now he was over 150 and even though his mind was sharper than ever, his physical strength was deteriorating. So maybe it was time he gave someone else a chance, somebody with energy, somebody with spirit, somebody like Harry.
***
I've been out to pasture, pal
my ambition gone
Content to spend lazy days
and to graze my lawn
But you need an advisor
A satyr, but wiser
A good merchandiser
And oohh!
There goes my ulcer!
***
`Now I don't want to put pressure on you, but the fate of the world rests on your shoulders' Dumbledore told Harry. Harry just sighed, he had heard this many times before
`I know, it always does'
`Exactly, you have experience. That's what previous challengers have lacked' Dumbledore had only just realised this himself, and it gave him confidence. If Harry had survived before, all he would need was a bit of training, and Dumbledore was just the man to do that.
`But if you're the most powerful wizard alive, why don't you just get him?' Harry had also suddenly thought of something and was voicing it out loud
`I wish it was that simple Harry. But power is not always enough' Dumbledore closed his eyes briefly in thought of his immense power, if he had been evil, he could have easily taken over the world. The kind of power Dumbledore had was rarely seen and yet even Dumbledore was still only human
`So what can I do?' Harry was now very confused
`You may not be the most powerful wizard the world has ever seen. But you'll do, you seem to have a knack of surviving Voldemort' Dumbledore smiled slightly as he said this and silently vowed to teach Harry everything he knew that could possibly be of use.
***
I'm down to one last hope
And I hope it's you
Though, kid, you're not exactly
A dream come true
I've trained enough turkeys
Who never came through
You're my one last hope
So you'll have to do
***
`Today I'm going to tell you about others who have fought Voldemort, if you learn from their mistakes then you have a better chance of success' Dumbledore told Harry a few months into their training programme
`Alright' Harry nodded as he watched Fawkes in the corner
`So there was Paul Quincy, he was a very sweet kid, couldn't bear to think of any evil anywhere. But Voldemort sent him to St Mungo's without breaking a sweat'
`I think I've heard of him' Harry mused trying to think where he could possibly of heard the name
`Possibly. Then there was Helen Hewlett; she tried to cheer Voldemort up with a cheering charm. Only Voldemort wasn't amused and killed her'
`She sounds familiar as well' Harry really couldn't think where he had heard of these names from
`Trevor Donnel, Philip McLaird and Martha Samuels all tried to duel with him and ended up dead' Dumbledore continued with the conversation, while Harry listened in silence, until a thought struck him
`They're all on chocolate frog cards' Harry had finally worked out where he had heard of them from
`Exactly, that is what they end up as, a brave story on a chocolate card. Now do you want to end up like that?' Dumbledore asked with a twinkle in his eye
`I already have my own card' Harry pointed out
`So do I, but still unless you listen to all I have said, that is all you will ever be. Part of someone's sweet collection'
***
Demigods have faced the odds
And ended up a mockery
Don't believe the stories
That you read on all the crockery
***
Dumbledore knew exactly what Harry needed to face Voldemort and live to tell the tale, the only problem was that it was hard to teach the most important quality. Harry was already a hero to a lot of people but to become their saviour he would need courage, skill and willpower, all of which he had shown on previous occasions. But most important of all was good fortune, Harry needed to be somebody that he God's smiled down on, not someone who would be cornered by Voldemort and then whose wand would break.
Dumbledore knew all too well about the importance of good luck, he had himself escaped from more than a few tricky situations because of it. Like when he had fought Grindelwald, he was lucky he had bent down to tie his shoelace when he did, otherwise he would have been blasted by the killing curse.
***
To be a true hero, kid, is a dying art
Like painting a masterpiece
It's a work of heart
It takes more than sinew
Comes down to what's in you
You have to continue
To grow
Now that's more like it!
***
`Now I've taught you all I can' Dumbledore announced one day `This time Harry, it really is all up to you, I can't be around to rescue you if something goes wrong'
`I understand that' Harry said solemnly
`I don't have much time left on this world, but the only thing I really want to see is you become the hero who defeats Voldemort'
`Other people who have faced Voldemort have become heroes' Harry said
`Yes, but they died in the process. A dead hero is no good to anyone, but a live hero can change the world'
`I'll do everything I can' Harry promised
`Let's just hope it's enough. Harry you're my last hope, nobody else will ever have the same chance as you' Dumbledore said hastily as Harry moved towards the doorway
`I won't let you down' Harry made his last promise as he stepped through the door and left to face his destiny
Dumbledore shut the door behind him and prayed that this time Voldemort would be beaten, the wizarding world all wanted Harry to make their dreams come true, but nobody could want it more than Dumbledore did. And this time Dumbledore had a good feeling about it, there was something about that kid, even when he was little. Dumbledore had done all he could, all he could do now was wait, hope and pray because if anyone was going to defeat Voldemort, it would be his protégé, he was after all Harry Potter.
***
I'm down to one last hope
And my last high note
Before that blasted Underworld
Gets my goat
My dreams are on you, kid
Go make 'em come true
Climb that uphill slope
Keep pushing that envelope
You're my one last hope
And, kid, it's up to you
***
A/N: Other stories in the near future are going to include Fred and George, and Harry fighting Voldemort, and possibly a story about Draco and Pansy. Please review, it will mean a lot to me
A/N: This isn't related to the last chapter, none of the chapters will really follow on from each other. They are meant as separate short stories, this one is Dumbledore and Harry, can Dumbledore possibly help?
Harry took a deep breath to give himself courage, he was stood outside the gargoyle next to Dumbledore's office. The problem was that he didn't know the password, it had obviously changed from Lemon drop, but Dumbledore always seemed to know what was going on, and this time was no exception.
`So Harry, what can I do for you' Dumbledore asked sounded highly amused as he stood aside to allow Harry to enter his office
`Well I've been thinking' Harry started before pausing unsure of what to say next. Dumbledore was in no hurry and waited silently to see what Harry could want this time. He had always looked out for Harry, ever since his parents died, but Harry rarely asked for help, he just seemed to end up tackling evil at every turn, so Dumbledore had kept a close eye on him to try and protect him as much as possible.
To be honest Dumbledore still felt slightly guilty for what had happened at Godric's Hollow all those years ago, he should have insisted on becoming James and Lily's secret keeper. He should have made sure James told him of any slight change, he should have given Sirius a fair trial instead of allowing Crouch to throw him in Azkeban. There were so many things that he should have done and yet it was too late to change any of them, what had happened had happened, Dumbledore just had to make sure that the same mistakes weren't repeated this time.
Harry cleared his throat obviously preparing himself to speak again, while Dumbledore absent-mindedly reached for a lemon drop and popped it in his mouth
`I'm going to fight Voldemort' Harry announced suddenly. Whatever Dumbledore had thought Harry had been about to say, this wasn't it, and the shock caused the normally in control Dumbledore to choke on his lemon drop. But Harry wasn't finished with his shocks, as he spoke again
`And I want you to train me'
***
So, ya wanna be a hero, kid?
Well, whoop de-do!
I have been around the block before
With blockheads just like you
Each and ev'ryone a disappointment
Pain for which there ain't no ointment
So much for excuses
Though a kid of James is
Asking me to jump into the fray
My answer is two words...
O.K.
You win
Oh gods
Oy vay!
***
Dumbledore had fought Voldemort before, he knew exactly what he was capable of, but could he teach someone else what was required to win? He had tried before many times, every one of them had been quickly despatched easily by Voldemort. But this wasn't just a kid this was James and Lily's son, this was Harry Potter, the boy who lived. The question was could Dumbledore really turn him into the boy who won?
And the answer was a resounding `Yes I'll train you'
***
I'd given up hope that someone
would come along
A fellow who'd ring the bell for once
Not the gong
The kind who wins trophies
Won't settle for low fees
At least semi-pro fees
But no...I get the greenhorn
***
`So first of all we need to study our enemy' Dumbledore was giving Harry his first lesson in defeating evil dark lords. Dumbledore of course had experience, he had defeated the dark wizard Grindelwald in the 1940's but then he hadn't even turned 100. Now he was over 150 and even though his mind was sharper than ever, his physical strength was deteriorating. So maybe it was time he gave someone else a chance, somebody with energy, somebody with spirit, somebody like Harry.
***
I've been out to pasture, pal
my ambition gone
Content to spend lazy days
and to graze my lawn
But you need an advisor
A satyr, but wiser
A good merchandiser
And oohh!
There goes my ulcer!
***
`Now I don't want to put pressure on you, but the fate of the world rests on your shoulders' Dumbledore told Harry. Harry just sighed, he had heard this many times before
`I know, it always does'
`Exactly, you have experience. That's what previous challengers have lacked' Dumbledore had only just realised this himself, and it gave him confidence. If Harry had survived before, all he would need was a bit of training, and Dumbledore was just the man to do that.
`But if you're the most powerful wizard alive, why don't you just get him?' Harry had also suddenly thought of something and was voicing it out loud
`I wish it was that simple Harry. But power is not always enough' Dumbledore closed his eyes briefly in thought of his immense power, if he had been evil, he could have easily taken over the world. The kind of power Dumbledore had was rarely seen and yet even Dumbledore was still only human
`So what can I do?' Harry was now very confused
`You may not be the most powerful wizard the world has ever seen. But you'll do, you seem to have a knack of surviving Voldemort' Dumbledore smiled slightly as he said this and silently vowed to teach Harry everything he knew that could possibly be of use.
***
I'm down to one last hope
And I hope it's you
Though, kid, you're not exactly
A dream come true
I've trained enough turkeys
Who never came through
You're my one last hope
So you'll have to do
***
`Today I'm going to tell you about others who have fought Voldemort, if you learn from their mistakes then you have a better chance of success' Dumbledore told Harry a few months into their training programme
`Alright' Harry nodded as he watched Fawkes in the corner
`So there was Paul Quincy, he was a very sweet kid, couldn't bear to think of any evil anywhere. But Voldemort sent him to St Mungo's without breaking a sweat'
`I think I've heard of him' Harry mused trying to think where he could possibly of heard the name
`Possibly. Then there was Helen Hewlett; she tried to cheer Voldemort up with a cheering charm. Only Voldemort wasn't amused and killed her'
`She sounds familiar as well' Harry really couldn't think where he had heard of these names from
`Trevor Donnel, Philip McLaird and Martha Samuels all tried to duel with him and ended up dead' Dumbledore continued with the conversation, while Harry listened in silence, until a thought struck him
`They're all on chocolate frog cards' Harry had finally worked out where he had heard of them from
`Exactly, that is what they end up as, a brave story on a chocolate card. Now do you want to end up like that?' Dumbledore asked with a twinkle in his eye
`I already have my own card' Harry pointed out
`So do I, but still unless you listen to all I have said, that is all you will ever be. Part of someone's sweet collection'
***
Demigods have faced the odds
And ended up a mockery
Don't believe the stories
That you read on all the crockery
***
Dumbledore knew exactly what Harry needed to face Voldemort and live to tell the tale, the only problem was that it was hard to teach the most important quality. Harry was already a hero to a lot of people but to become their saviour he would need courage, skill and willpower, all of which he had shown on previous occasions. But most important of all was good fortune, Harry needed to be somebody that he God's smiled down on, not someone who would be cornered by Voldemort and then whose wand would break.
Dumbledore knew all too well about the importance of good luck, he had himself escaped from more than a few tricky situations because of it. Like when he had fought Grindelwald, he was lucky he had bent down to tie his shoelace when he did, otherwise he would have been blasted by the killing curse.
***
To be a true hero, kid, is a dying art
Like painting a masterpiece
It's a work of heart
It takes more than sinew
Comes down to what's in you
You have to continue
To grow
Now that's more like it!
***
`Now I've taught you all I can' Dumbledore announced one day `This time Harry, it really is all up to you, I can't be around to rescue you if something goes wrong'
`I understand that' Harry said solemnly
`I don't have much time left on this world, but the only thing I really want to see is you become the hero who defeats Voldemort'
`Other people who have faced Voldemort have become heroes' Harry said
`Yes, but they died in the process. A dead hero is no good to anyone, but a live hero can change the world'
`I'll do everything I can' Harry promised
`Let's just hope it's enough. Harry you're my last hope, nobody else will ever have the same chance as you' Dumbledore said hastily as Harry moved towards the doorway
`I won't let you down' Harry made his last promise as he stepped through the door and left to face his destiny
Dumbledore shut the door behind him and prayed that this time Voldemort would be beaten, the wizarding world all wanted Harry to make their dreams come true, but nobody could want it more than Dumbledore did. And this time Dumbledore had a good feeling about it, there was something about that kid, even when he was little. Dumbledore had done all he could, all he could do now was wait, hope and pray because if anyone was going to defeat Voldemort, it would be his protégé, he was after all Harry Potter.
***
I'm down to one last hope
And my last high note
Before that blasted Underworld
Gets my goat
My dreams are on you, kid
Go make 'em come true
Climb that uphill slope
Keep pushing that envelope
You're my one last hope
And, kid, it's up to you
***
A/N: Other stories in the near future are going to include Fred and George, and Harry fighting Voldemort, and possibly a story about Draco and Pansy. Please review, it will mean a lot to me