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A/N: Just for the following chapters, I will be using Sirius and Remus referring to the future people.
Dangers in the past.
The headmaster looked around wondering who could be at the door, he noticed no one seemed to know either so he called out,"Come in."
The door opened to reveal an older looking Dumbledore, accompanied by another witch and wizard. The old man strode into the room, a small smile on his lips. The three teenagers quickly stood up, although Harry wavered a little, quickly steadying himself against the chair. (I'll be using Dumbledore for the future wizard and headmaster for the past.)
"Professor Dumbledore!"
"I hope we are not interrupting anything." Dumbledore looked around once more, nodding towards Ryan, Daniel and Ethan and then looking at the past teachers. He motioned to the two people standing behind him. "In case you haven't recognised them, these are Deputy Headmistress Minerva McGonagall and Arthur Weasley." Both nodded at the room and then the headmaster walked towards Harry and took the boy into his arms, giving him a big hug.
"How are you feeling, child?" Harry smiled slightly and buried his head in Dumbledore's robes, returning the warm hug.
"I'm feeling fine, sir." Dumbledore put his hands on the boy's shoulders and drew him a little away, looking him over carefully. "You look tired Harry, have you been having enough rest?"
The boy rolled his eyes and smiled at the older man. "I have spent nearly all week in bed, Sirius and Madam Pomfrey insisted."
Dumbledore nodded, he still looked concerned but let the matter rest. While he was talking to Harry, Minerva had moved to talk with Ryan and Daniel, while Arthur was now talking with his sons and Hermione. Dumbledore moved a little and allowed Harry to lean against his side, with his arm comfortably around the young teenager's shoulders. His eyes then drifted to the stunned death eaters, the smile disappearing from his face.
"I see you finally caught Pettigrew, Harry." The room's attention turned to him and Dumbledore turned to Ryan and Daniel. "I'm really surprised to see he's still alive. I thought you two would have killed him by now." The two men blushed a little and looked down. Finally Remus spoke.
"We were about to, Albus, but Harry took our wands."
Dumbledore chuckled softly and ruffled the boy's hair. "You know them to well, Harry."
Harry shrugged and buried his head deeper into the man's side. Ryan looked at the two with a faint smile on his lips.
"By the way, Harry, are we getting our wands back anytime soon?"
The boy laughed, took the wands out of his pocket and tossed them to his guardians. "There, happy?"
The two men scowled playfully at him and put their wands away. The headmaster had looked at all this in amusement till he finally centred his attention to Dumbledore.
"Excuse me, why are you here?"
Dumbledore smiled gently at his past self. "I just received Harry's letter and we came to collect the death eaters, they can't stay here, they belong to our time. And we wanted to check on our friends."
He stayed silent for a few moments and then turned to Ryan. "Has anyone seen Severus yet?"
Ryan scowled but nodded. "He came by earlier, just after the attack, Malfoy already knows about us, and he's not happy about it. Severus said they would be attacking around Christmas."
Dumbledore looked pensive and then nodded. "I see, I'll talk to Fudge, see if I can get the help of some Aurors."
Harry pulled back a little and looked worriedly at his mentor.
"But, Sir, if Fudge finds out you have been tampering with time by sending us back here he might get angry and give you trouble."
Dumbledore smiled slightly at the boy and drew him back against him. "Hush child, don't worry about the Minister, I know how to handle him. If he gives me trouble I can sent some other students or teachers." His smile then widened. "I'm sure the Weasley twins would love to come back." The older Minerva snapped her head up and looked at him terrified. (Minerva for the future one and McGonagall for the past.)
"Albus! You can't be serious, the twins are nearly worse then the marauders, Hogwarts wouldn't survive all of them here at the same time."
Dumbledore chuckled softly.
"Now Minerva, I'm sure Harry, Ron and Hermione could make sure the twins behaved themselves." Remus snorted from behind him, causing Dumbledore to look at him with raised eyebrows.
"No offence, Albus, but you didn't see these three making everyone in the great hall turn into some colour this morning at breakfast, and we had to stay that way for hours!"
The three teenagers blushed a little under the professor's gaze, while Dumbledore looked at them with twinkling eyes, not looking very surprised. "And may I ask why you did that? You usually don't pull massive pranks, except on Slytherins." Harry sitiffened up a little in Dumbledore's arms, still not looking at him.
"We kind of had a bet with Fred and George."
Dumbledore laughed.
"I'm sure I don't want to know what the bet was about, but seeing they can influence you this way it may be safer for Hogwarts if they stay in the future." Minerva sighed in relieve, causing the future people to laugh. "Well, we'll see what we do, if anyone comes back I'll make sure to warn you beforehand." Everyone nodded to Dumbledore.
The old man's eyes settled on the sorting hat and he smiled.
"Tell me children, how was the sorting?" The three teenagers looked up at him slightly confused and Hermione answered him.
"It was ok, why?"
"Oh, nothing, I've always wondered if the sorting hat would stay by his decision if we got all students sorted again." The children chuckled a little and Ron was the one to talk this time.
"Well, it doesn't, the sorting hat wanted to put me in Hufflepuff."
"And it wanted to put me in Ravenclaw, honestly!" Dumbledore smiled at them and looked at the last teenager, sensing his gaze, Harry looked up and smiled at him.
"It couldn't decide where to put me, the hat said I fit in the four houses." Dumbledore nodded, a pensive look replacing his smile.
"That's curious, oh well, it doesn't matter that much, are you still all in Gryffindor?" The three nodded with big smiles on their faces.
"Yeah, although we had to bully it into pulling us in there. I think he was quite frustrated by us." Before the old wizard could answer Harry's statement, Minerva cut in.
"Albus, we are getting side-tracked. We need to tell them what's going on and the children should go to their common rooms, they look exhausted."
Ron and Hermione forcefully protested at this. Harry didn't say anything, he just leaned deeper into Dumbledore's arms, resting his head against the man's chest. Now that he didn't need to worry about anything else he suddenly felt very tired and was glad to be able to let his mentor take charge.
Dumbledore looked worriedly at the child, holding his frail body against him gently, he traded a concerned look with Ryan. The younger man looked worried and tired, this obviously had also been a difficult week for him.
Turning to Minerva, Dumbledore instructed her:
"Minerva, go with Ron and Hermione to the Gryffindor tower, make sure they go in. And you two rest, ok?"
The two teenagers pouted but followed their professor when she walked out of the office.
"Arthur, you, Sirius, Remus and Charlie tell everyone what's going on. I'll bring Harry to his room. I want to talk with him for a while." Without waiting for an answer he left the room with Harry walking at his side.
The halls were silent, all students were in their common rooms and not even the ghosts were roaming the halls. While they walked, Dumbledore found himself supporting more and more of the boy's weight and wondered how Harry was really holding up. It took them ten minutes to reach the room and Dumbledore gently pulled Harry inside the warm room.
"Go put on your pj's and get in bed, Harry."
The boy nodded and stumbled to his room, closing the door behind him. Ten minutes later, when he was just laying down, Dumbledore came in and sat next to him on the bed, just like he had done many times after Voldemort's demise.
The old man looked him over carefully and asked. "How are you feeling, Harry? And this time the truth, please." Harry sighed a little and looked at him.
"I feel tired, but I always feel this way nowadays, I'm beginning to hate it."
Dumbledore nodded seriously and looked at him. Then he shook his head a little. "Harry, you know you don't need to pretend when you're around me, I don't expect you to act like a leader, you can be yourself, I wont think any less of you because of it."
Harry sighed a little and curled up against Dumbledore. "I'm so sick of being tired, how can I protect my parents if I can barely protect my self? If Ron hadn't been there to warn me about Wormtail he could have easily killed me. And I wished so much to just let Sirius and Remus kill the rat and get it over with, why did I have to be the one to stop them, why couldn't they do it by themselves?"
Dumbledore sighed sadly and stroked his head gently.
"I don't know, Harry, I think they just hate him to much to be able to think rationally about it." He stayed quiet for a while and then softly said, "Maybe you should come back to the future for a while."
Harry tried to sit up but Dumbledore's hands gently pushed him back into the pillows. "Hush, child, you know I only want the best for you and I'm very worried you will not get the peace you need to fully recuperate here. Even if the big attack is at Christmas, the death eaters will be attacking regularly, you know it as well as I do, and you also know you'll get involved."
Harry looked away and curled up a little.
"I know professor, but I still want to stay here, unless you're ordering me to come back." Harry looked up at the old wizard who shook his head.
"No Harry, I'm not ordering it. At least not yet. But I want you to rest. Tomorrow you're not going to class and you'll stay here resting, is that understood?"
"Yes, sir, thanks for letting me stay."
Dumbledore nodded and stood up. He drew the covers over Harry and gently tucked him in.
"Go to sleep now, child, I'll be checking on you next week." Harry smiled and closed his eyes, a feeling of warmth and safety spreading through his limbs when Dumbledore kissed his forehead and left the room.
To be continued...
A/N: Thanks for all reviews. And thanks to my beta readers Tanya Krogfoss and Gates.
A/N: Just for the following chapters, I will be using Sirius and Remus referring to the future people.
Dangers in the past.
The headmaster looked around wondering who could be at the door, he noticed no one seemed to know either so he called out,"Come in."
The door opened to reveal an older looking Dumbledore, accompanied by another witch and wizard. The old man strode into the room, a small smile on his lips. The three teenagers quickly stood up, although Harry wavered a little, quickly steadying himself against the chair. (I'll be using Dumbledore for the future wizard and headmaster for the past.)
"Professor Dumbledore!"
"I hope we are not interrupting anything." Dumbledore looked around once more, nodding towards Ryan, Daniel and Ethan and then looking at the past teachers. He motioned to the two people standing behind him. "In case you haven't recognised them, these are Deputy Headmistress Minerva McGonagall and Arthur Weasley." Both nodded at the room and then the headmaster walked towards Harry and took the boy into his arms, giving him a big hug.
"How are you feeling, child?" Harry smiled slightly and buried his head in Dumbledore's robes, returning the warm hug.
"I'm feeling fine, sir." Dumbledore put his hands on the boy's shoulders and drew him a little away, looking him over carefully. "You look tired Harry, have you been having enough rest?"
The boy rolled his eyes and smiled at the older man. "I have spent nearly all week in bed, Sirius and Madam Pomfrey insisted."
Dumbledore nodded, he still looked concerned but let the matter rest. While he was talking to Harry, Minerva had moved to talk with Ryan and Daniel, while Arthur was now talking with his sons and Hermione. Dumbledore moved a little and allowed Harry to lean against his side, with his arm comfortably around the young teenager's shoulders. His eyes then drifted to the stunned death eaters, the smile disappearing from his face.
"I see you finally caught Pettigrew, Harry." The room's attention turned to him and Dumbledore turned to Ryan and Daniel. "I'm really surprised to see he's still alive. I thought you two would have killed him by now." The two men blushed a little and looked down. Finally Remus spoke.
"We were about to, Albus, but Harry took our wands."
Dumbledore chuckled softly and ruffled the boy's hair. "You know them to well, Harry."
Harry shrugged and buried his head deeper into the man's side. Ryan looked at the two with a faint smile on his lips.
"By the way, Harry, are we getting our wands back anytime soon?"
The boy laughed, took the wands out of his pocket and tossed them to his guardians. "There, happy?"
The two men scowled playfully at him and put their wands away. The headmaster had looked at all this in amusement till he finally centred his attention to Dumbledore.
"Excuse me, why are you here?"
Dumbledore smiled gently at his past self. "I just received Harry's letter and we came to collect the death eaters, they can't stay here, they belong to our time. And we wanted to check on our friends."
He stayed silent for a few moments and then turned to Ryan. "Has anyone seen Severus yet?"
Ryan scowled but nodded. "He came by earlier, just after the attack, Malfoy already knows about us, and he's not happy about it. Severus said they would be attacking around Christmas."
Dumbledore looked pensive and then nodded. "I see, I'll talk to Fudge, see if I can get the help of some Aurors."
Harry pulled back a little and looked worriedly at his mentor.
"But, Sir, if Fudge finds out you have been tampering with time by sending us back here he might get angry and give you trouble."
Dumbledore smiled slightly at the boy and drew him back against him. "Hush child, don't worry about the Minister, I know how to handle him. If he gives me trouble I can sent some other students or teachers." His smile then widened. "I'm sure the Weasley twins would love to come back." The older Minerva snapped her head up and looked at him terrified. (Minerva for the future one and McGonagall for the past.)
"Albus! You can't be serious, the twins are nearly worse then the marauders, Hogwarts wouldn't survive all of them here at the same time."
Dumbledore chuckled softly.
"Now Minerva, I'm sure Harry, Ron and Hermione could make sure the twins behaved themselves." Remus snorted from behind him, causing Dumbledore to look at him with raised eyebrows.
"No offence, Albus, but you didn't see these three making everyone in the great hall turn into some colour this morning at breakfast, and we had to stay that way for hours!"
The three teenagers blushed a little under the professor's gaze, while Dumbledore looked at them with twinkling eyes, not looking very surprised. "And may I ask why you did that? You usually don't pull massive pranks, except on Slytherins." Harry sitiffened up a little in Dumbledore's arms, still not looking at him.
"We kind of had a bet with Fred and George."
Dumbledore laughed.
"I'm sure I don't want to know what the bet was about, but seeing they can influence you this way it may be safer for Hogwarts if they stay in the future." Minerva sighed in relieve, causing the future people to laugh. "Well, we'll see what we do, if anyone comes back I'll make sure to warn you beforehand." Everyone nodded to Dumbledore.
The old man's eyes settled on the sorting hat and he smiled.
"Tell me children, how was the sorting?" The three teenagers looked up at him slightly confused and Hermione answered him.
"It was ok, why?"
"Oh, nothing, I've always wondered if the sorting hat would stay by his decision if we got all students sorted again." The children chuckled a little and Ron was the one to talk this time.
"Well, it doesn't, the sorting hat wanted to put me in Hufflepuff."
"And it wanted to put me in Ravenclaw, honestly!" Dumbledore smiled at them and looked at the last teenager, sensing his gaze, Harry looked up and smiled at him.
"It couldn't decide where to put me, the hat said I fit in the four houses." Dumbledore nodded, a pensive look replacing his smile.
"That's curious, oh well, it doesn't matter that much, are you still all in Gryffindor?" The three nodded with big smiles on their faces.
"Yeah, although we had to bully it into pulling us in there. I think he was quite frustrated by us." Before the old wizard could answer Harry's statement, Minerva cut in.
"Albus, we are getting side-tracked. We need to tell them what's going on and the children should go to their common rooms, they look exhausted."
Ron and Hermione forcefully protested at this. Harry didn't say anything, he just leaned deeper into Dumbledore's arms, resting his head against the man's chest. Now that he didn't need to worry about anything else he suddenly felt very tired and was glad to be able to let his mentor take charge.
Dumbledore looked worriedly at the child, holding his frail body against him gently, he traded a concerned look with Ryan. The younger man looked worried and tired, this obviously had also been a difficult week for him.
Turning to Minerva, Dumbledore instructed her:
"Minerva, go with Ron and Hermione to the Gryffindor tower, make sure they go in. And you two rest, ok?"
The two teenagers pouted but followed their professor when she walked out of the office.
"Arthur, you, Sirius, Remus and Charlie tell everyone what's going on. I'll bring Harry to his room. I want to talk with him for a while." Without waiting for an answer he left the room with Harry walking at his side.
The halls were silent, all students were in their common rooms and not even the ghosts were roaming the halls. While they walked, Dumbledore found himself supporting more and more of the boy's weight and wondered how Harry was really holding up. It took them ten minutes to reach the room and Dumbledore gently pulled Harry inside the warm room.
"Go put on your pj's and get in bed, Harry."
The boy nodded and stumbled to his room, closing the door behind him. Ten minutes later, when he was just laying down, Dumbledore came in and sat next to him on the bed, just like he had done many times after Voldemort's demise.
The old man looked him over carefully and asked. "How are you feeling, Harry? And this time the truth, please." Harry sighed a little and looked at him.
"I feel tired, but I always feel this way nowadays, I'm beginning to hate it."
Dumbledore nodded seriously and looked at him. Then he shook his head a little. "Harry, you know you don't need to pretend when you're around me, I don't expect you to act like a leader, you can be yourself, I wont think any less of you because of it."
Harry sighed a little and curled up against Dumbledore. "I'm so sick of being tired, how can I protect my parents if I can barely protect my self? If Ron hadn't been there to warn me about Wormtail he could have easily killed me. And I wished so much to just let Sirius and Remus kill the rat and get it over with, why did I have to be the one to stop them, why couldn't they do it by themselves?"
Dumbledore sighed sadly and stroked his head gently.
"I don't know, Harry, I think they just hate him to much to be able to think rationally about it." He stayed quiet for a while and then softly said, "Maybe you should come back to the future for a while."
Harry tried to sit up but Dumbledore's hands gently pushed him back into the pillows. "Hush, child, you know I only want the best for you and I'm very worried you will not get the peace you need to fully recuperate here. Even if the big attack is at Christmas, the death eaters will be attacking regularly, you know it as well as I do, and you also know you'll get involved."
Harry looked away and curled up a little.
"I know professor, but I still want to stay here, unless you're ordering me to come back." Harry looked up at the old wizard who shook his head.
"No Harry, I'm not ordering it. At least not yet. But I want you to rest. Tomorrow you're not going to class and you'll stay here resting, is that understood?"
"Yes, sir, thanks for letting me stay."
Dumbledore nodded and stood up. He drew the covers over Harry and gently tucked him in.
"Go to sleep now, child, I'll be checking on you next week." Harry smiled and closed his eyes, a feeling of warmth and safety spreading through his limbs when Dumbledore kissed his forehead and left the room.
To be continued...
A/N: Thanks for all reviews. And thanks to my beta readers Tanya Krogfoss and Gates.