CHAPTER 7:--DUMBLEDORE

Harry stopped and looked at all those listening to the story, then at his watch. Guys, I think we have to finish this story later. It's nearly midnight!"

"Yea, I guess so," Ron replied, disgruntled, "We have to get the kids to bed."

"Why doesn't everyone stay the night?" Hermione offered.

A chorus of agreements circled the room.

After about twenty minutes the group was sleeping in various places, all dreaming their own ending for the tale.

Yet somehow, the end of the story is not to be what any of them expect, nor is it to be when they expect.

Harold came back inside and began making breakfast. Soon, everyone was downstairs.  He served breakfast to all. After breakfast he went and sat by himself, thinking.

"Something's not right here!"

"What's not right here, Harry?" 

Harold turned quickly around, shocked, "Professor Dumbledore?"

"Well, you know who I am, but do you know who you are?"

"Of course I know who I am!" Harold replied indignantly.

"Do you?" Dumbledore looked at him with raised eyebrows, "Then what, Pray tell, is your real name?"

"Harold Evans."

"No. That was your Grandfather's name, on your mother's side."

Harold looked at the professor dumbfounded.

"What is your age?"

"Twenty-six," Harold almost asked this.

"No. You are sixteen."

Harold became quite confused by this comment. Was Dumbledore losing it?

Dumbledore looked at Harry's confused expression and shook his head.

"Well, I guess we'll have to do this the hard way."

Harry's frightened expression almost made Dumbledore start laughing, but years as a professor didn't go to waste for he could hold it in.

A few minutes later, Harold found himself in a deep sleep under the shade of a tree in the yard. During his little nap, he saw visions of himself…of Harry Potter.

First, he saw himself trying to find Sirius, then trying to chase after Sirius when he falls through the void; next he saw himself trying to free several people from the snares of mermen, then a beam of two clashing spells from himself and Voldemort with young Cedric on the ground.

Third, he dreamt of Tom Riddle standing over dying Ginny Weasley and the sword of Godric Gryffindor was in his hands, covered in the blood of a Basilisk. Fourth he envisioned himself attempting to escape a hoard of dementors and discovering Snuffles.

Next, he remembered first meeting Hagrid and discovering what he was and learning about Quidditch. All thru these past visions floated faces. Faces of Ron and Hermione, of Dobby and Draco, Grabe and Goyle, of the professors, and Sirius, and Voldemort. Yet the most prominent face was his own.

Suddenly the dream launched into a pit of horrid memories, of the Dursleys and their mistreatment, of being stuck under the stairs in a cupboard, and always wearing hand-me-downs that didn't even pretend to fit.

Finally, His dream showed him of his parents, of their cruel death and how he survived. But it backtracked to the few hidden memories he held in his heart of them. These parts of the dream were filled with laughter and joy, much like those at the beginning of his dream.

Suddenly the dream ended and Harry woke up. It was dark outside, and stars scattered across the heavens.

"Do you know who you are now?" Dumbledore, who had been sitting there the entire time, asked him.

Harry was shook his head, confused. "What do you mean, Professor?"

Dumbledore smiled and pointed to Harry. "Look at yourself, Harry. Do you know who you are now?"

"I'm Harry. You know me," he replied, looking down, but then he gasped.

"What happened? What's going on?"

"Ah, good. You do remember yourself now! Now you must again remember who you are not, but who you have been all summer, so that when I help you revert to normal, the extra complications of the enchantment don't triple themselves!"

Harry followed Dumbledore into number 4 Privet Drive.

Dumbledore led the way in. Harry followed, speechless. When he saw Virginia, he was even more speechless. Then, one of the twins began to wail and Harry turned to face the infants with an ashen expression.



"How come he didn't remember this time? He did before!"
Harry shook his head. "That was different. I was completely reverted back to myself and then back into Harold. This time, only my memory had been converted to normal!"
"O."



Harry watched as Fred/George flew past him. Next, Petunia crawled in front of him, with Dudley trailing right behind.

Plomp! Harry feinted...

Almost an hour later, Harry/Harold woke up. In his sleep, he had begun to remember what was going on.
But the woman who was standing above him had no idea.
"O, good. You're awake now Harold." She got up and called out the door. "Dumbledore! He's awake!"
Within minutes, Dumbledore was in the room with Harry and Virginia.
"Now, I presume, you remember the most recent events?" Dumbledore asked Harry.
Harry nodded, ever so slowly, and paled at the thought.
"What's going to happen?" Harry asked.



"Yes, how does Dumbledore intend to fix this mess?"
"You'll see, Aimee, you'll see." Harry replied.

"What do you mean, 'I'll see'???"
"Just listen a minute, Aimee!"



Harry got up and followed Dumbledore, who had walked out of the room. Virginia followed close behind.
"Virginia, my dear, I think 'Harold' and I need to discuss something in private," Dumbledore told her.
Although she looked a little perturbed, she nodded and went to the kitchen.
After she had gone, the two men went into the living room and sat down.
"I daresay, Mr. Potter, that you are in quite a mix-up right now."
Harry could only nod in agreement.
"Well, first of all, we must get you and the Dursleys back to normal. However, there is the problem of the two twins...both sets, really, your twins, and the Weasleys.
We can't let the Weasleys cause this kind of havoc again, and your darling children have to be cared for. What do you propose?"
Harry sat there in silence for a few minutes, "Well, the girls could come with me, I guess, if it's ok with you, but the Weasleys...they need to realize what they did...that they can't do that."
"Well said. Although, two infants at the school? Might become a problem, Harry."

Harry didn't know what to suggest, so he looked up and said, "Maybe we should think on this. Unless you have any ideas?"

"Only one idea is in my head right now, Harry, and that is getting you and your family back to normal."

"How do you plan to do that?"

"Well, much the way I am working with you. First, Talking. See what they remember of their true lives. Second, Dreaming, if necessary, to help them remember. Guiding them back to their real memories of their real selves. Most of the rest is up to you, and them. Desire to become normal again, and Time. The spells are set to wear off in five days, but the Fred and George Weasley still have not understood the part of their creations that makes desire a key factor."

"O. Well, what are we waiting for, then. You can talk to them over dinner."