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Part three:
"I am Harry Potter." He told the professor thinking that Dumbledore must be joking around with him.
"There is no Harry Potter at this school, there is only one Potter, a James." At that moment a teacher Harry didn't recognise burst into the room.
"Professor Aqilina, I am a little busy. Can you come back later?"
"But Headmaster, James has disappeared." She blurted out.
Harry watched them intently; he had no idea what was going on. But he got the distinct impression that he shouldn't be here. Well not exactly, he shouldn't be here now would be more precise. Professor Aquilina looked at Harry.
"James!" She exclaimed, "How did you get here? What happened to you head?" Harry remembered how much like his father he looked; this Professor must have thought they were the same person.
"Professor it is alright I am dealing with the situation. Can you leave us alone now." She backed quickly out of the room. Shutting the door quickly behind her.
"Well Harry you have some explaining to do." With that Harry launched into his life story, well the abbreviated version.
Dumbledore looked intently at Harry. He had listened to entire tale without saying a word and now Harry waited to see what his reaction would be. Dumbledore gazed at Fawkes who nipped Harry lightly again as if to say, 'believe his story'.
"Harry you have told me an amazing story, and if what you have said is true well, may Merlin help us all."
"It's all true, believe me I wish it wasn't."
"I believe you." He said kindly.
"You do."
"Yes, Fawkes would never like someone who was trying to deceive me." Dumbledore's eyes sparkled. "So you have the new Phoenix feather Fawkes just donated. I was going to not give anymore after who got the last one but now I am so very glad I did." Harry smiled at Dumbledore. "Your arrival here has caused quite a number of problems dear boy most pressing of which is the need to make sure nobody knows that James has disappeared, if Voldemort was to find out well, that would be very bad indeed. There is only one thing we can do." Dumbledore paused a moment, "You have to pretend to be your father."
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"This can't be true." James stated after Dumbledore had finished explaining all bout James's past and about Harry.
"I am afraid it is." how are you supposed to react when you are told you are going to die at the hands of an evil mad man. James put his head in his hands.
"I don't know what to do." James almost cried. Meaning he didn't know what to do about Voldemort, but Dumbledore chose to ignore the question and answered another instead. What to do about Voldemort was something only James could decide. But Dumbledore hoped against hope that he would make the right decision, if he didn't Voldemort would survive and the whole world would be doomed. Dumbledore could not ask a mere boy to go to his death; he could never ask that it had to be his own decision. He glanced at Severus realising that he had double standards and he had indeed asked a student to do something that very nearly amounted to going to his death. 'My dear Severus I hope you will one day forgive me for what I have put you through." Dumbledore wished silently.
"You must pretend to be Harry, the spell Voldemort used was flawed, working with blood is very powerful but it can be quite temperamental. He was trying to kill Harry but it just switched him with you. It also has a time limit on it, one year. You have to pretend to be your son for one year." James nodded, there was nothing else he could do, and he knew they couldn't run the risk of Voldemorte realising that Harry was gone.
Snape looked at James, one year was going to seem like a terribly long time. But then he remembered that one-year could feel like no time at all. He closed his eyes slowly in case anyone noticed the tears welling up in them. One year was way to short a time to spend with your one true love.
"Severus, I know I don't need to inform you how important it is that no one finds out that this is not Harry." Dumbledore said his eyes filled with sadness for his friend's pain.
"You know I would do anything to keep 'the boy who lived' safe." Snape said curtly. Dumbledore nodded sadly.
"I know. Now my dear boy" He addressed James. "We have to prepare you for the next year. First thing we need is the scar."
Part three:
"I am Harry Potter." He told the professor thinking that Dumbledore must be joking around with him.
"There is no Harry Potter at this school, there is only one Potter, a James." At that moment a teacher Harry didn't recognise burst into the room.
"Professor Aqilina, I am a little busy. Can you come back later?"
"But Headmaster, James has disappeared." She blurted out.
Harry watched them intently; he had no idea what was going on. But he got the distinct impression that he shouldn't be here. Well not exactly, he shouldn't be here now would be more precise. Professor Aquilina looked at Harry.
"James!" She exclaimed, "How did you get here? What happened to you head?" Harry remembered how much like his father he looked; this Professor must have thought they were the same person.
"Professor it is alright I am dealing with the situation. Can you leave us alone now." She backed quickly out of the room. Shutting the door quickly behind her.
"Well Harry you have some explaining to do." With that Harry launched into his life story, well the abbreviated version.
Dumbledore looked intently at Harry. He had listened to entire tale without saying a word and now Harry waited to see what his reaction would be. Dumbledore gazed at Fawkes who nipped Harry lightly again as if to say, 'believe his story'.
"Harry you have told me an amazing story, and if what you have said is true well, may Merlin help us all."
"It's all true, believe me I wish it wasn't."
"I believe you." He said kindly.
"You do."
"Yes, Fawkes would never like someone who was trying to deceive me." Dumbledore's eyes sparkled. "So you have the new Phoenix feather Fawkes just donated. I was going to not give anymore after who got the last one but now I am so very glad I did." Harry smiled at Dumbledore. "Your arrival here has caused quite a number of problems dear boy most pressing of which is the need to make sure nobody knows that James has disappeared, if Voldemort was to find out well, that would be very bad indeed. There is only one thing we can do." Dumbledore paused a moment, "You have to pretend to be your father."
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"This can't be true." James stated after Dumbledore had finished explaining all bout James's past and about Harry.
"I am afraid it is." how are you supposed to react when you are told you are going to die at the hands of an evil mad man. James put his head in his hands.
"I don't know what to do." James almost cried. Meaning he didn't know what to do about Voldemort, but Dumbledore chose to ignore the question and answered another instead. What to do about Voldemort was something only James could decide. But Dumbledore hoped against hope that he would make the right decision, if he didn't Voldemort would survive and the whole world would be doomed. Dumbledore could not ask a mere boy to go to his death; he could never ask that it had to be his own decision. He glanced at Severus realising that he had double standards and he had indeed asked a student to do something that very nearly amounted to going to his death. 'My dear Severus I hope you will one day forgive me for what I have put you through." Dumbledore wished silently.
"You must pretend to be Harry, the spell Voldemort used was flawed, working with blood is very powerful but it can be quite temperamental. He was trying to kill Harry but it just switched him with you. It also has a time limit on it, one year. You have to pretend to be your son for one year." James nodded, there was nothing else he could do, and he knew they couldn't run the risk of Voldemorte realising that Harry was gone.
Snape looked at James, one year was going to seem like a terribly long time. But then he remembered that one-year could feel like no time at all. He closed his eyes slowly in case anyone noticed the tears welling up in them. One year was way to short a time to spend with your one true love.
"Severus, I know I don't need to inform you how important it is that no one finds out that this is not Harry." Dumbledore said his eyes filled with sadness for his friend's pain.
"You know I would do anything to keep 'the boy who lived' safe." Snape said curtly. Dumbledore nodded sadly.
"I know. Now my dear boy" He addressed James. "We have to prepare you for the next year. First thing we need is the scar."