It was the very beginning of September, and Professor Dumbledore, the
esteemed Headmaster of Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry summoned
Harry Potter, the equally famous Boy Who Lived to his study. The teenager
had spent most of the holidays at school, training hard with the harsh
Auror known as Mad Eye Moody.
Harry looked tired from his morning training, and slightly haunted by his experiences. He looked ill, but most of it was in his mind - guilt, pressure, stress and unhappiness.
"Are you ready to do this, Harry?" the teacher asked kindly, knowing that this was the only option to keep him safe, and hopefully make him happy again.
"Yes sir, I suppose so." An unsure answer, Harry rarely committed to anything now, however minor, and he never seemed to smile at all. Oh, if only he'd been able to spare him some of the pain that he'd been suffering for so long, especially Sirius's death.
"I'm afraid it is impossible to predict where an when in time you'll end up, but I've set the spell to bring you back here on your eighteenth birthday, or at the instant of Voldemort's death. I have to say that, given the prophecy that I told you, that that is very unlikely to happen without your involvement, but we can always hope. After all, Voldemort is an old man now, almost as old as I am and I carry a great many years with me. Are you ready now, got your wand?"
"Yes sir," Harry said, patting the pocket of his robes.
"Good luck, Harry Potter," Dumbledore said, and flicked his wand.
Harry looked tired from his morning training, and slightly haunted by his experiences. He looked ill, but most of it was in his mind - guilt, pressure, stress and unhappiness.
"Are you ready to do this, Harry?" the teacher asked kindly, knowing that this was the only option to keep him safe, and hopefully make him happy again.
"Yes sir, I suppose so." An unsure answer, Harry rarely committed to anything now, however minor, and he never seemed to smile at all. Oh, if only he'd been able to spare him some of the pain that he'd been suffering for so long, especially Sirius's death.
"I'm afraid it is impossible to predict where an when in time you'll end up, but I've set the spell to bring you back here on your eighteenth birthday, or at the instant of Voldemort's death. I have to say that, given the prophecy that I told you, that that is very unlikely to happen without your involvement, but we can always hope. After all, Voldemort is an old man now, almost as old as I am and I carry a great many years with me. Are you ready now, got your wand?"
"Yes sir," Harry said, patting the pocket of his robes.
"Good luck, Harry Potter," Dumbledore said, and flicked his wand.