Harry noted absently that the teacher looked somewhat younger than he
usually did. Maybe it was because there had been few Death Eater attacks
since the day that. that Sirius died.
"Professor Dumbledore," he said, rather disappointed. "I don't think it worked." There were times when he'd be very glad just to be another Hogwarts student without these sorts of things happening to him, rather than the Boy Who Lived.
"What?" the elderly man said, looking up straight at him with absolutely no sign of recognition that Harry could detect. "Who are you, young man?"
"Oh, I guess it did work then," Harry said gloomily. "I'm Harry Potter, you sent me from the future to protect me from Voldemort. I'm the top of his target list."
"Do you have any proof of this at all, I fear I cannot admit anyone of your age to the school without first being certain that they pose no threat to the children."
"No sir, but you can cast the Confidius Charm on me if you want to, I really don't mind."
"That is kind. Confidio!"
Harry shut his eyes tightly against the bright golden glow that radiated from Dumbledore's wand into every part of Harry's body. It left a warm feeling behind as it passed. He opened his eyes and smiled for the first time in months. He could see that there was still a faint golden aura around him.
"Thank you sir," Harry said, and meant it.
"You are telling the truth, or at least you have no evil intentions and you aren't a Dark wizard. You are however very sad. Is there a reason for this?"
"I've had some bad experiences recently. My godfather has just been killed, and I blame myself really, although people say it wasn't my fault."
"No man would want a boy to suffer guilt, when there was nothing he could do to change what has already taken place. I know that I must have had good reasons for taking such an extreme step as bringing you here of all times. Do you know where and when you are?"
"I know that I'm in the Headmaster's office at Hogwarts school, and its sometime in the past from my perspective, but I don't know exactly."
"No, I suppose you wouldn't, come to that. Later today, a boy called James Potter will start his sixth year here. I assume that he is a relative of yours, you look very like him."
"Yes Professor, he's my father."
"Hmm, then I believe I can guess who your mother must be, however unlikely it seems to me at this moment in time. You have her eyes, you know."
"That's what everyone says. I look like my dad, but I have my mum's eyes."
"Its true, very true. How old are you?"
"I'm sixteen sir, just about to start my sixth year actually."
"Very well, Mr Potter, as a boy has recently left from that year, there is room for you to continue your schooling in those classes. You will have to be Sorted again, of course, although I assume you have been put into Gryffindor house."
"Of course, sir."
Dumbledore seemed to be thinking very hard for a moment, then he continued.
"I will take this opportunity to warn you that you must not tell anyone anything about what will happen in the future. This includes things that you have experienced during your lifetime and things you've learned in History that took place after this day. Understood?"
"Yes sir."
"Excellent. Since you can't be known as Potter, for obvious reasons, how does Jamieson sound to you? It is perfect truth, after all Harry." His eyes were sparkling with humor, and they didn't have the tired look that Harry was familiar with. He grinned. It felt strange to be doing it again, but within ten minutes of arriving, he'd smiled more times than in the past three months.
"Great sir."
"Now, I'd better heal your eyes so you don't require those spectacles. With them you look abnormally like James and that won't do - the relationship would be obvious to anyone with eyes and a moderate size of brain. Leave them hear now. I see you have brought your things with you?"
"All your idea, sir."
"How intelligent I must become in my old age," Dumbledore mused, smiling at Harry. "Now, a few minor administrative details. I'll need your OWL results. I'll read the subjects out, and tell me your mark so I can write it down."
"Uh, okay."
"Transfiguration?
"Outstanding."
"Defense Against the Dark Arts?"
"Outstanding."
"Herbology?"
"Exceeds Expectations."
"Charms?"
"Outstanding."
"Astronomy?"
"Exceeds Expectations."
"History of Magic?"
"Acceptable."
"Potions?
"Outstanding."
"Care of Magical Creatures?"
"Exceeds Expectations."
"Did you do any other subject?"
"Divination sir, I got Poor."
"That is understandable, since I assume you aren't a true seer. Those are outstanding results, you'll fit in very nicely here, I can tell."
Harry was rightfully very proud of his OWL results, after all, he'd achieved an Outstanding in Potions of all subjects, and he had always known that he was going to fail Divination. Hermione, of course, had got straight Outstandings bar a single Exceeds Expectations in Care of Magical Creatures that she was devastated about. He didn't know yet what Ron had got, since he'd forgotten to owl Harry the day they got them. Any later than that, and it wouldn't have got to Privet Drive before Harry was moved to Grimwauld Place, then to Hogwarts, and then sent here, where there wasn't a chance of the poor owl, Pig, Ron called it, finding him under any circumstances.
"Had you decided on your NEWT subjects yet?"
"Defense Against the Dark Arts, Transfiguration, Potions, Charms and Care of Magical Creatures. I'm hoping to become an Auror when I leave school sir."
"With those results, I'd say that you stand a very good chance, although very few students are accepted by them. Thank you Harry, I will enter you on the registers immediately. Off you go, now. Make sure you're in the Entrance Hall at six o'clock promptly. I will tell Professor McGonagall to expect you then."
Harry gently stroked Fawkes familiarly - he was very fond of the phoenix - and left. He wandered the familiar corridors in no apparent direction. His things were still sitting forgotten in Dumbledore's office, and since he was to be Resorted, it would look odd if he went now to Gryffindor tower.
Harry Jamieson - he must remember that. Jamieson: that had the problem that he might burst out laughing whenever someone called him that. He was coming from a . a school in Cornwall, but it had been very small, so no one would have heard of it, but he'd heard a lot about Hogwarts from the teachers there. He was transferring because. because his guardian thought it would be safer for him with Voldemort getting so powerful. He'd have to remember that, he couldn't afford to slip up at all.
"Professor Dumbledore," he said, rather disappointed. "I don't think it worked." There were times when he'd be very glad just to be another Hogwarts student without these sorts of things happening to him, rather than the Boy Who Lived.
"What?" the elderly man said, looking up straight at him with absolutely no sign of recognition that Harry could detect. "Who are you, young man?"
"Oh, I guess it did work then," Harry said gloomily. "I'm Harry Potter, you sent me from the future to protect me from Voldemort. I'm the top of his target list."
"Do you have any proof of this at all, I fear I cannot admit anyone of your age to the school without first being certain that they pose no threat to the children."
"No sir, but you can cast the Confidius Charm on me if you want to, I really don't mind."
"That is kind. Confidio!"
Harry shut his eyes tightly against the bright golden glow that radiated from Dumbledore's wand into every part of Harry's body. It left a warm feeling behind as it passed. He opened his eyes and smiled for the first time in months. He could see that there was still a faint golden aura around him.
"Thank you sir," Harry said, and meant it.
"You are telling the truth, or at least you have no evil intentions and you aren't a Dark wizard. You are however very sad. Is there a reason for this?"
"I've had some bad experiences recently. My godfather has just been killed, and I blame myself really, although people say it wasn't my fault."
"No man would want a boy to suffer guilt, when there was nothing he could do to change what has already taken place. I know that I must have had good reasons for taking such an extreme step as bringing you here of all times. Do you know where and when you are?"
"I know that I'm in the Headmaster's office at Hogwarts school, and its sometime in the past from my perspective, but I don't know exactly."
"No, I suppose you wouldn't, come to that. Later today, a boy called James Potter will start his sixth year here. I assume that he is a relative of yours, you look very like him."
"Yes Professor, he's my father."
"Hmm, then I believe I can guess who your mother must be, however unlikely it seems to me at this moment in time. You have her eyes, you know."
"That's what everyone says. I look like my dad, but I have my mum's eyes."
"Its true, very true. How old are you?"
"I'm sixteen sir, just about to start my sixth year actually."
"Very well, Mr Potter, as a boy has recently left from that year, there is room for you to continue your schooling in those classes. You will have to be Sorted again, of course, although I assume you have been put into Gryffindor house."
"Of course, sir."
Dumbledore seemed to be thinking very hard for a moment, then he continued.
"I will take this opportunity to warn you that you must not tell anyone anything about what will happen in the future. This includes things that you have experienced during your lifetime and things you've learned in History that took place after this day. Understood?"
"Yes sir."
"Excellent. Since you can't be known as Potter, for obvious reasons, how does Jamieson sound to you? It is perfect truth, after all Harry." His eyes were sparkling with humor, and they didn't have the tired look that Harry was familiar with. He grinned. It felt strange to be doing it again, but within ten minutes of arriving, he'd smiled more times than in the past three months.
"Great sir."
"Now, I'd better heal your eyes so you don't require those spectacles. With them you look abnormally like James and that won't do - the relationship would be obvious to anyone with eyes and a moderate size of brain. Leave them hear now. I see you have brought your things with you?"
"All your idea, sir."
"How intelligent I must become in my old age," Dumbledore mused, smiling at Harry. "Now, a few minor administrative details. I'll need your OWL results. I'll read the subjects out, and tell me your mark so I can write it down."
"Uh, okay."
"Transfiguration?
"Outstanding."
"Defense Against the Dark Arts?"
"Outstanding."
"Herbology?"
"Exceeds Expectations."
"Charms?"
"Outstanding."
"Astronomy?"
"Exceeds Expectations."
"History of Magic?"
"Acceptable."
"Potions?
"Outstanding."
"Care of Magical Creatures?"
"Exceeds Expectations."
"Did you do any other subject?"
"Divination sir, I got Poor."
"That is understandable, since I assume you aren't a true seer. Those are outstanding results, you'll fit in very nicely here, I can tell."
Harry was rightfully very proud of his OWL results, after all, he'd achieved an Outstanding in Potions of all subjects, and he had always known that he was going to fail Divination. Hermione, of course, had got straight Outstandings bar a single Exceeds Expectations in Care of Magical Creatures that she was devastated about. He didn't know yet what Ron had got, since he'd forgotten to owl Harry the day they got them. Any later than that, and it wouldn't have got to Privet Drive before Harry was moved to Grimwauld Place, then to Hogwarts, and then sent here, where there wasn't a chance of the poor owl, Pig, Ron called it, finding him under any circumstances.
"Had you decided on your NEWT subjects yet?"
"Defense Against the Dark Arts, Transfiguration, Potions, Charms and Care of Magical Creatures. I'm hoping to become an Auror when I leave school sir."
"With those results, I'd say that you stand a very good chance, although very few students are accepted by them. Thank you Harry, I will enter you on the registers immediately. Off you go, now. Make sure you're in the Entrance Hall at six o'clock promptly. I will tell Professor McGonagall to expect you then."
Harry gently stroked Fawkes familiarly - he was very fond of the phoenix - and left. He wandered the familiar corridors in no apparent direction. His things were still sitting forgotten in Dumbledore's office, and since he was to be Resorted, it would look odd if he went now to Gryffindor tower.
Harry Jamieson - he must remember that. Jamieson: that had the problem that he might burst out laughing whenever someone called him that. He was coming from a . a school in Cornwall, but it had been very small, so no one would have heard of it, but he'd heard a lot about Hogwarts from the teachers there. He was transferring because. because his guardian thought it would be safer for him with Voldemort getting so powerful. He'd have to remember that, he couldn't afford to slip up at all.