A/n- I edited the chapters so I could post this on fictionalley, but the
mods are being overly difficult about my spelling and grammar. I read this
three times! Arg!
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Chapter 3
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Harry followed Dumbledore, the whole time cursing in his head. How could he have been so foolish? From what Dumbledore now knew, he could change the path of time. Harry was so involved in his train of thought that he didn't even notice that he had abruptly stopped outside a door. The door to the headmaster's office. Harry started to feel lightheaded, he grabbed onto Dumbledore's sleeve for support. After what seemed like hours to Harry, a small voice finally beckoned them in.
The room looked strangely familiar, yet out of place. That corner was where Dumbledore had kept his pensive. The right side was devoid of Fawke's perch, and right in front of him was Dumbledore's desk; with a small, shriveled man sitting in it.
Dumbledore looked to Harry for assurance, cleared his throat and began speaking to Professor Dippet. "Good evening, Armando. I have some interesting news for you! You see, just a few moments ago, this young man came to see me in my classroom." With this, Dumbledore moved to one side so that Dippet could get a better look at Harry. "Well, you see, this is my nephew's wife's niece's cousin once removed! We're like family! You see the resemblance, do you not?"
Dippet sighed, the transfiguration teacher's antics were really too much sometimes. "Honestly, Albus, I do not, but please continue."
Dumbledore continued, "Well, he just told me some disturbing news. He had been home schooled, but his parents were just attacked by Dark Forces." With this, the old man's eye's softened, and a look of compassion passed over them.
"His parents sacrificed their lives for him, and told him to come here, where he would be safe from anyone who wanted to finish him off. So, I was wondering if we could take him in as a student here. He is well taught and poses no threat to safety."
Dippet sighed again. Why did Dumbledore even bother asking? He knew that the headmaster would always be easily convinced. "Yes, yes, Albus. Have him sorted, and send him to his common room."
With that, Dumbledore turned on his heels out the door. He looked straight into Harry's eyes. "I hope you know what you are doing. Bring no attention to yourself, and in no way can you change anything!"
Harry nodded mutely. He knew all the laws, of course. 'Why me?!' he thought over and over in his head. "Right, Professor. I am a student from Luxembourg whose parents were murdered." He pondered in his head that his new identity was strangely familiar to his true life.
"Pro-" Harry was stopped by a sudden shriek. He and Dumbledore ran to the spot it came from.
Harry almost fell over the stiff petrified body that was sitting in the middle of the hall. He looked up, past the poor prefect with a wide eyed look on her face. "The Chamber of Secrets has been opened. Enemies of the heir, beware!"
Harry felt dizzy and rested his hand on the wall. "Oh no, oh no, oh no...now I'm in trouble."
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Chapter 3
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Harry followed Dumbledore, the whole time cursing in his head. How could he have been so foolish? From what Dumbledore now knew, he could change the path of time. Harry was so involved in his train of thought that he didn't even notice that he had abruptly stopped outside a door. The door to the headmaster's office. Harry started to feel lightheaded, he grabbed onto Dumbledore's sleeve for support. After what seemed like hours to Harry, a small voice finally beckoned them in.
The room looked strangely familiar, yet out of place. That corner was where Dumbledore had kept his pensive. The right side was devoid of Fawke's perch, and right in front of him was Dumbledore's desk; with a small, shriveled man sitting in it.
Dumbledore looked to Harry for assurance, cleared his throat and began speaking to Professor Dippet. "Good evening, Armando. I have some interesting news for you! You see, just a few moments ago, this young man came to see me in my classroom." With this, Dumbledore moved to one side so that Dippet could get a better look at Harry. "Well, you see, this is my nephew's wife's niece's cousin once removed! We're like family! You see the resemblance, do you not?"
Dippet sighed, the transfiguration teacher's antics were really too much sometimes. "Honestly, Albus, I do not, but please continue."
Dumbledore continued, "Well, he just told me some disturbing news. He had been home schooled, but his parents were just attacked by Dark Forces." With this, the old man's eye's softened, and a look of compassion passed over them.
"His parents sacrificed their lives for him, and told him to come here, where he would be safe from anyone who wanted to finish him off. So, I was wondering if we could take him in as a student here. He is well taught and poses no threat to safety."
Dippet sighed again. Why did Dumbledore even bother asking? He knew that the headmaster would always be easily convinced. "Yes, yes, Albus. Have him sorted, and send him to his common room."
With that, Dumbledore turned on his heels out the door. He looked straight into Harry's eyes. "I hope you know what you are doing. Bring no attention to yourself, and in no way can you change anything!"
Harry nodded mutely. He knew all the laws, of course. 'Why me?!' he thought over and over in his head. "Right, Professor. I am a student from Luxembourg whose parents were murdered." He pondered in his head that his new identity was strangely familiar to his true life.
"Pro-" Harry was stopped by a sudden shriek. He and Dumbledore ran to the spot it came from.
Harry almost fell over the stiff petrified body that was sitting in the middle of the hall. He looked up, past the poor prefect with a wide eyed look on her face. "The Chamber of Secrets has been opened. Enemies of the heir, beware!"
Harry felt dizzy and rested his hand on the wall. "Oh no, oh no, oh no...now I'm in trouble."