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A/N thank you for the review Sinner's angel- lol sorry about spelling toodles wrong well thanks anyway for review here's the next chapter
Read and review Please it always helps the writer to know what you all think. .
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Summery- read the first chapter
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Disclaimer- Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling not me or else I'd be pretty rich, wouldn't I?
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Now let us begin... CHAPTER 2
Albus Dumbledore, Order of Merlin first class, Grand Sorcerer, Chief Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, and member of the international confederation of Wizards, sat at his desk in the tall tower of where his office resides.
The room of which he sat was a strange one indeed, looted with all sorts of trifles and what not of which no one, much less the owner could identify of which was the items use.
All around his desk where important looking papers cluttered about as such, but out of all of these his attention was pinned to one single letter. A certain letter from one Harry Potter, son of Lily and James Potter, two of his most ingenious and imaginative students, too which sadly fell al the hands of the evil Lord Voldemort.
From under his waist length beard a small smile escaped his solemn expression. So, he thought, Minerva was right, never should I have left them to those people. Safe he may be but they sent him off with out a second thought. Yes she did say that they would never accept the boy. Oh what a fool I was, and now he has no idea who he is, or what for that matter.
Albus Dumbledore the defeater of Grindelwald in 1945, looked defeated and in a sense looked his age. Even his normally twinkling blue eyes almost always full of joy were now looking frozen over.
Sighing, he said to himself, "I failed you James, Lily but I can only hope that I did not fail to your son."
Knowing what he must do, he twisted his chair around to the fireplace behind him. Reaching into a small jar full of runes he pulled out a small amount of lightly dusty, well dust, it colour was of an earthy jaded green.
Lightly he tossed it upon the fire, almost instantly the blazing red of the fire turned a brilliant emerald green, looking as if it had a slightly sparkled edge to it.
Coughing quickly to clear his throat his strong clear voice called into the fire, with a slight power to it. "Minerva."
Only seconds latter someone's head appeared from within the flames, it was an elderly woman whose face simply looked strict as if not to be crossed. Even inside the miffed flames you could tell she looked muffled, her eyes came to land on the age old wizard whom had called her there.
Albus answered her unanswered question before it was even asked. "Please, Minerva, step through we must be going."
Even if she was before, the woman, called Minerva, looked even more curios then before, but not questioning she stepped through. Now under the head there was a body to go with it.
The strict woman of nature known as Minerva, dusted off her sapphire coloured robes. Asking why she was there and where they were to be going, Dumbledore confessed all, telling her everything.
Sighing she thought, I knew this would happen, Lily often told me in her class how much she really hated her relatives, and how they in turn hated her, and from how much she knew of Lily, she was not one to go around hating just anyone, she was always one with a good heart.
Even knowing this she was slightly baffled, as it wasn't everyday that the Albus Dumbledore admitted that he was wrong and had made a mistake, and that he knew it. She knew that he was and could always be one of the most stubborn men, even more so then Severus, and that was saying something
. Knowing what they were doing and where they were going, they stepped out of the office both of their robes billowing behind them.
Off they went out to the outskirts of London to a little rundown orphanage to inform a young boy of his fate.
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Harry sat prepped up against the old oak tree which sat in the back of the orphanage, the tree had been here sense the so called 'American Revolution' when their very own were sent over to America in order to keep order.
Most of the lower branches of the tree were all dead and rotting, but if you strained you neck to the top of the tree you could see a few youthful braches still hoisting living sticks sprouting leaves.
He was out there for one reason, to read, inside the orphanage noise prevailed making it almost impossible to do anything which required quiet. At the present moment he was reading Lord of the Rings by Tolkin.
Now he was at the part in which Frodo is at Weathertop (sp?) with the company of the ranger, Strider.
He had read this book so many times he could almost recite the entire book from memory. But in truth the whole concept was he wasn't only out here for a good reading area, but also he wanted to know if the 'wizards' would at all be coming today, and outside was the best place to spot an owl.
Mrs. Curtis, from inside the orphanage, stepped out from the old creaky doors and motioned for him to come in side.
Gathering himself up and replacing the bookmark inside his book, he began the slow step back into his home. His caretaker Mrs. Curtis lead him into one of the empty rooms always kept absent of any one, usually used for when one of the children were to be adopted and the orphanage and the future parents needed to talk of business.
Sitting on the settee was a man whom looked to be ancient with the colourful looking... what were those robes? Giving the man a some what curious look, he noticed another person in the room.
This one was old, not as old as the man of coarse, but old none the less, but what stood out most was the fact that she looked like the most serious person he had ever seen, and she looked even stricter then his very own Mrs. Curtis.
Taking his own place on a small armchair across from the strange robed couple he pretended not to look intimidated. "Harry," the elderly looking man began, also looking as thought he was trying to find the right words to say.
"My name is Albus Dumbledore, I believe you received and invite to my school.
Looking down over his glasses one could see that the twinkle was back in his eyes.
"Yes," Harry began cautiously searching for some polite way to begin asking his questions. But alas he didn't have to, Albus sensing his hesitation he began talking again.
"Yes I know that you have many question, most but not all I will have the answers to. But before I get ahead of myself, let me begin from the beginning. There once was a man named Tomas Marvolo Riddle, whom began calling himself Voldemort........"
Harry listened raptly to the whole story, but still not understanding where he came in. But once the question was answered he didn't know what to say.
After the entire story had been said and was done, the strict looking woman looked on the verge of tears.
And the man, Dumbledore looked not to far off from that stage as well.
But only one question came into his mind, "Why was he after me, or what I mean my father, the Potters in general? I mean why set your sights on only one family that may of well have been his down fall. And above all how was I able to stop him. Albeit I'm not much," with finishing the last he motioned to himself. Albus chuckled slightly,
"Harry, appearance is only skin deep."
Still chuckling, him and the woman stood up.
"This is Minerva, of coarse you must refer to her as Professor McGonagall once the term begins." Dusting the nonexistent dust from his robes he began walking toward the door,
"Well come on then, we really must be off."
He took out an old looking pocket watch and opened the door slightly, but looked back once Harry began to question him.
"What where are we going?" he looked startled and questionable
. Giving the boy a smile Dumbledore turned around fully to face the young wizard,
"Well Harry you cant begin school with out any supplies its time to go shopping." He put away the watch and began walking again.
"But where exactly are we going." He was a little annoyed the way the elder wizard cryptically answered or didn't answer as the case may be, his questions. Dumbledore turned his head slightly giving a small smile,
"To Diagon Alley of coarse." Then fully walking out the door he turned the corner, Harry and the other professor followed.
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A/N I know that Dumbledore seems to be just a little out of character sorry about that but it does seem to some what fit him in a sense. sorry this really didn't get to far I'm going to see the Harry Potter and the prisoner of Azkaban in a few minutes. So I have to go but please read and review. And I'm really sorry that this is soooooooooooooo short.
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P.S. When you review could you please give me some suggestions on where Harry should be sorted I have some of my own ideas but if more people have other ideas I'll use them instead so Please Review the storys, and any tips on how I should work the story would be great!!!!!
Thanks every one.