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"Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, I apologize for being so rude as to come into your lovely home uninvited, but it was and is of utmost urgency," Dumbledore said as he sat down on the coach, looking quite comfortable.
"Wha-who do you think you are?" sputtered Uncle Vernon, fuming.
"I do believe that I am Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorcerer, Chief Warlock, and Supreme Mugwump of the International Confederation of Wizards. That is, unless I am mistaken.
"Nonetheless, I have not come here to talk about my accomplishments. I have come because I have seen something that puts an extremely large dent in Harry's safety. I often watch over Harry, to make sure that he is completely safe, especially in times like now, when Lord Voldemort has risen and has already begun his move for power. "However, when I began to check on you to make sure you had gotten the owl, I discovered your uncle here begin to destroy your wand. At first I hesitated to come, for the same reasons I did not come to you directly after I received your owl. You see, the ministry still has it's laws, and one of them clearly states that any magical person who Apparates into a Muggle home will be brought up in front of the Ministry for trial. But, this is an extremely important situation that needs to be addressed immediately. "Mr. Dursley, you obviously do not see the importance of this wand," said Dumbledore. "N-now look here. I kn-know that you fr-people use those things to perform m-ma-magic. I never wanted my nephew to go to your school, and I just want to put a stop to all that nonsense," spit out Mr. Dursley, obviously intimidated by the weathered looking wizard sitting down in front of him.
"Normally, it would be of almost no matter for you to destroy a wand, for it could be replaced easily. Harry, however, is an exception to this, as he is to many other things. To put it plainly, Harry will surely die without a wand exactly like that one, but fully functional, of course," he said, motioning to Harry's old, now smashed wand. Harry did not think that whether he lived or died would matter to the Dursleys, but he did not mention any thing aloud. Dudley obviously did not care much about Harry's welfare, because Harry could have sworn that Dudley's pale face got a little more color when Dumbledore said Harry was likely to die.
"Yet still there is a chance that we will be able to exactly copy Harry's original wand. I would like to talk this over more in the privacy of my own home with Harry, if that is all right with you?" Professor Dumbledore asked Uncle Vernon.
"Of-of course. Take him. Do what ever you want with him. Just leave us alone!" begged Vernon Dursley. "Oh, yes. Right away. Let me just find some Floo Powder.I do hope I have remembered to ask Mr. Weasley to hook up your fireplace to the Floo Network.Ah, here it is!" he exclaimed, as he pulled out a small brown pouch with green powder in it.
"After you Harry," as he held out the pouch. Harry took a handful, still shocked by his headmaster's sudden appearance.
"Er.Professor Dumbledore, sir, what place should I say I am going?" asked Harry.
"Ah, I think just saying, 'Dumbledore's place' will do just fine," he responded. Harry threw the Floo powder into the fireplace, stepped into it, and called out, "Dumbledore's place!" and felt the familiar rush of speed and ash flying around him and getting him extremely dirty. When he arrived at his destination, he knew that this was most definitely Albus Dumbledore's home.
********************************************* Author's Note: PLEASE read and review! I really need constructive criticism! And sorry, I know that this chapter was kind of boring, but the next one will be more exciting. And this chapter was really short so if you want to I'll make the next one longer! Don't forget to review! Thanx!
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"Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, I apologize for being so rude as to come into your lovely home uninvited, but it was and is of utmost urgency," Dumbledore said as he sat down on the coach, looking quite comfortable.
"Wha-who do you think you are?" sputtered Uncle Vernon, fuming.
"I do believe that I am Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorcerer, Chief Warlock, and Supreme Mugwump of the International Confederation of Wizards. That is, unless I am mistaken.
"Nonetheless, I have not come here to talk about my accomplishments. I have come because I have seen something that puts an extremely large dent in Harry's safety. I often watch over Harry, to make sure that he is completely safe, especially in times like now, when Lord Voldemort has risen and has already begun his move for power. "However, when I began to check on you to make sure you had gotten the owl, I discovered your uncle here begin to destroy your wand. At first I hesitated to come, for the same reasons I did not come to you directly after I received your owl. You see, the ministry still has it's laws, and one of them clearly states that any magical person who Apparates into a Muggle home will be brought up in front of the Ministry for trial. But, this is an extremely important situation that needs to be addressed immediately. "Mr. Dursley, you obviously do not see the importance of this wand," said Dumbledore. "N-now look here. I kn-know that you fr-people use those things to perform m-ma-magic. I never wanted my nephew to go to your school, and I just want to put a stop to all that nonsense," spit out Mr. Dursley, obviously intimidated by the weathered looking wizard sitting down in front of him.
"Normally, it would be of almost no matter for you to destroy a wand, for it could be replaced easily. Harry, however, is an exception to this, as he is to many other things. To put it plainly, Harry will surely die without a wand exactly like that one, but fully functional, of course," he said, motioning to Harry's old, now smashed wand. Harry did not think that whether he lived or died would matter to the Dursleys, but he did not mention any thing aloud. Dudley obviously did not care much about Harry's welfare, because Harry could have sworn that Dudley's pale face got a little more color when Dumbledore said Harry was likely to die.
"Yet still there is a chance that we will be able to exactly copy Harry's original wand. I would like to talk this over more in the privacy of my own home with Harry, if that is all right with you?" Professor Dumbledore asked Uncle Vernon.
"Of-of course. Take him. Do what ever you want with him. Just leave us alone!" begged Vernon Dursley. "Oh, yes. Right away. Let me just find some Floo Powder.I do hope I have remembered to ask Mr. Weasley to hook up your fireplace to the Floo Network.Ah, here it is!" he exclaimed, as he pulled out a small brown pouch with green powder in it.
"After you Harry," as he held out the pouch. Harry took a handful, still shocked by his headmaster's sudden appearance.
"Er.Professor Dumbledore, sir, what place should I say I am going?" asked Harry.
"Ah, I think just saying, 'Dumbledore's place' will do just fine," he responded. Harry threw the Floo powder into the fireplace, stepped into it, and called out, "Dumbledore's place!" and felt the familiar rush of speed and ash flying around him and getting him extremely dirty. When he arrived at his destination, he knew that this was most definitely Albus Dumbledore's home.
********************************************* Author's Note: PLEASE read and review! I really need constructive criticism! And sorry, I know that this chapter was kind of boring, but the next one will be more exciting. And this chapter was really short so if you want to I'll make the next one longer! Don't forget to review! Thanx!