The Chosen Three

The legend also stated very clearly that hidden deep beneath a sacred building, the third heir could seize the small book which held the secrets of magic, but could not read it. Another heir would be the only one able to read the book. The book might seem common enough except the founders of the Magical School of Hogwarts made it...in which, they also left behind the names of The Chosen Three.

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Albus Dumbledore had dismissed the Weasley's and continued his pacing in his Study. He felt very horrible indeed, considering...well, he wanted Harry safe and nearby as much as anyone, if not more. Since the rather...horrific...experienced talk he and Harry'd shared he wasn't sure that Harry'd even want to come back to school.

Sadly, Dumbledore hadn't the heart to contact Harry...yet. Quietly, yet his mind made up, Dumbledore decided that he'd write him. It was hard, he often found, not to just grab a quill and write him daily. He seemed almost like...an apprentice. Or maybe a son. Who knew? He probably hated him anyway. Then again its not anyone could blame him anymore.

Dumbledore pulled out his long eagle feathered quill and stared at the blank parchment.

Harry,

He paused.

I know you are still furious with me, and your grief is becoming worse. I know. If...if with your consent, then I'd like to talk to you about a few things. Its not important really, I just feel that your cooperation is an essential. Your schedule this year will be slightly off...This is good, as I am sure you are wondering. Ms. Granger will also be attending some of the...advanced classes with you.

Professor McGonagall informed me shortly after I arrived back of your career plans. Harry, don't think for one second that you can't do it. You can and will. Your parents, Sirius, all of the Weasley lot, Hermione, Minerva and...more than any one myself, have complete faith in you. I will be there every step of the way.

I don't know whether you and I came out ahead or behind after our conversation that day, Harry. I meant what I said. I've seen it all Harry...until you...that's what brought me to my senses. I know you just want someone to whisk you away...like Sirius so badly wanted to. But Harry...you must not ever forget...I, just like so many other, want to do that for you too. But it's not that easy. You'll see soon, I promise. Keep your head up, I shall see you very soon, if you consent.

All hearts willing,

Albus Dumbledore

P.s.- Professor McGonagall sends her regards. She and I both want to wish you a happy birthday and...Sirius is in your heart. Never forget.

Dumbledore sighed as he finished off, and smiled serenely. If only Harry knew how tempted he was...

*4 Privet Drive*

Harry stared as Hedwig flew into his window with about six letters. Three tied to her legs and three in her small but strong beak.

"WOW! Bloody hell, Hedwig...What in the world?" Harry smiled honestly for the first time since he'd returned to his 'home'.

"One from Ron...Hermione...Hagrid..." Harry stopped muttering and found himself near tears.

God Sirius you just had to die on me like everyone else, did you? Damn you!