For my friend Yas (umbridgeitis). This whole stuffed up plot is from her challenge. Hope it works out. I still don't believe she actually convinced me to post a fic anyway. Hope you enjoy it, and thanks to my reviewers. I will try do things right .

Chapter One:

Harry Potter, a boy of sixteen, sat on his large four-poster bed in the Gryffindor dorms. He was alone; everyone else was away on Christmas break. He had convinced Hermione and Ron (it wasn't hard, since they had only needed to know it was ok with him) to go to their families, telling them that he would be ok, and that Hogwarts was his home. His friends were there, and the teachers were like his family. Maybe not ALL the teachers.

His thoughts drifted to a certain Headmaster that had been occupying his thoughts lately. No one knew about it, as Albus thought it would have repulsed some of the staff and students, as they didn't know about his secret. Harry had to agree with that. He thought about what he had found out about the older man.

~~Flashback~~

The day of the Ravenclaw/Gryffindor quidditch match dawned perfectly. Harry was looking forward to it, the only thing weighing on his mind was the dream he had had that night. It had been about a young man, about twenty. He had a feeling it was a younger Albus, or maybe his son? But Harry didn't know if he even /had/ a son.

While he had been flying, his thoughts had drifted away to the man sitting in the teachers stand. He spotted the Snitch near the goal posts. He focused on it and flew at almost lightning speed towards it, never losing his concentration.

The Snitch dived, Harry followed. They were about three feet from the air; the Ravenclaw seeker was trailing Harry by a couple of inches. He reached out his hand, closing it around the weakly struggling golden ball. Then the world went black as a Bludger slammed into his chest.

When he woke up again, he was looking straight into clouded blue eyes. There were many emotions swirling deep within those eyes. The most prominent being concern, worry and, something else. A small smile graced the older man's features when he saw Harry was awake. There was silence for a while, while Harry fought a particularly strong urge to kiss those old, but beautiful lips.

"Harry, meet me outside my office tonight at ten. There are some things we need to discuss." He abruptly left, leaving a bewildered Harry in the hospital wing.

~~~~TIME GAP~~~~

Harry arrived at the gargoyle guarding the Headmaster's Office. The old Headmaster appeared from behind the gargoyle, beckoning the young Gryffindor inside. They entered the circular office and took their seats opposite each other.

"Harry, I asked you to come here now, we have much to discuss." Albus started the conversation.

"I know, Headmaster," Harry replied.

"Now, I understand you have been having.Dreams." Albus asked awkwardly.

"Er, yes."

"I see, do you wish to explain?" Harry's immediate thought was 'um, no,' but seeing as he was in complete control of himself he answered,

"I guess." He paused trying to find the right way to explain. "Well, you see, um, I've been having these.these dreams. About, about you." He glanced up at the old man who was listening intently. He motioned for Harry to continue. "Um, you were, um, younger, and um." He trailed off, not wanting to divulge his fantasies to the aged Headmaster.

"I see, there is something I have not told anyone in many years. I have strong feelings for you Harry, and I believe you have the same feelings. But now, my secret, I am not as I seem, when I was younger, about sixteen, an aging spell was cast on me. Although I don't seem it, I am only twenty now." Harry stared disbelievingly at the Headmaster, thinking he must have really lost it this time. Albus sighed and waved his wand in a complex movement muttering a long strand of Celtic.

With a soft pop, a handsome twenty year old man stood where Albus had been moments before. It was the man from Harry's dream. The man had Albus' twinkling blue eyes, and basic shape. The only things missing were the gray hair, which was now auburn and the beard was gone.

"If you knew how to change back into your younger self, why didn't you?" Harry asked curiously.

"Do you really think I would receive the same respect that I have now? When the spell had been cast, I had disappeared for about a month. I was nothing special when I was at school. No one noticed my disappearance until school started after the Christmas break.

The spell cast is one that many use to gain information. You see, the spell draws information from your future being so you have the right amount of knowledge to match your age. It's complicated, but my father, Thilakasiri Dumbledore,"

"You mean that guy who figured out the Wolfsbane potion?" Harry couldn't help it, it burst forth from his mouth before he could stop it. Albus smiled a charming smile, and Harry felt even more strongly attracted to the other man.

"Yes, he was my father. He discovered it after he had aged me. By that time, it was forgotten that he had a son. It still is, I am believed to be his father. Heaven knows I'm old enough." He held up his hand to stop the Gryffindor from interrupting again. "Voldemort was after my father, and his family, as he didn't want a cure for lycanthropy to be found. It would mean that his werewolves would take the potion and stay tame. Not the way Voldemort wanted them.

So my father put an aging spell on my, in hope that I would be safe. I disappeared after that. I went to China, Japan and various other places throughout Asia and Africa, improving my knowledge. When I came home, I found out my father had been killed, and Hogwarts needed a Headmaster. I took the position, having no where else to go. I was aptly qualified so no one could complain."

~~End Flashback~~

Lost in thought, Harry wandered to the library, knowing he had homework to do before school started again. He decided to start on his Potions; he wanted to do well, thinking it might impress the Headmaster. He pulled out his essay and went to the Potions shelf. Finding the relevant book, he headed back to his table and buried himself in his homework.

Time slipped away as Harry labored over his essay for Potions before moving to Transfiguration. He was so wrapped up in his work, that he didn't notice the Headmaster approaching him. He jumped out of his skin when the Headmaster's arms found their way around his waist. Harry turned and pecked the older man on his nose before suggesting a more private spot.