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Author: Noclaf 1. Malfunction2. Dead Things3. Rather Rude4. Welcome Home
PG-13 - English - Angst/Mystery - Reviews: 7 - Published: 05-28-04 - Updated: 06-21-04 id:1882466
It was a week later when Harry entered the office of the puppet master Dumbledore. In that week he had seen dead friends and foes, teachers and lovers, and nameless soldiers he remembered, all tramping through the hospital wing. If this was a trap it was depressingly elaborate, as well as useless. All classified knowledge that he carried, had become almost casual conversation in the nights of celebration after the final battle.
Despite that hear he was in a place that should be filled with feathers, and the miniature appliances of Flitwick, but was instead in an office he had not seen for almost two years. Dumbledore's office was as always curiouser and curiouser. The silver trinkets he remembered destroying in his fifth year were twirling away on a table. The pensieve was locked in its cabinet, and for a moment Harry considered breaking the almost elementary wards on the door; however a trill from a phoenix interrupted him.
"Fawkes." Harry whispered as the bird alighted on his shoulder. He stroked the bird, fondly; remembering the outrage the bird had created after choosing his new master after Dumbledore was murdered. Professor Snape was not the ideal master of such a magnificent bird in most people's eyes.
"It seems Fawkes has taken a liking to you." came the voice of Dumbledore from behind him.
"So it seems." replied Harry, and for a moment both men stood i slince admiring the immortal creature.
Harry broke the silence first, "Why do you torment me? I have nothing left for you to take."
"We torment you?" asked the living Dumbledore.
"You show me the faces long dead or mutilated, you tease with what might have been, you keep me in a place of light that was long ago filled with despair and fear."
"Tell me Harry, have you ever heard of theories of alternate worlds?" Slowly Harry turned and faced the headmaster. "Yes" Harry whispered.
"Then you have some idea what I'm proposing?" Harry nodded, and turned back to Fawkes, stroking the bright plumage.
"Harry?"
"It will kill me wont it, this world. Everything hears is diffrent, the people, and even the places. Even the air. All of it, so wrong. It will all kill me in the end."
Albus Dumbledore- for that's who he truly was- looked mournful. "Yes eventually it will kill you; in eight, maybe nine years. The longest recorded was ten years and four months."
"I should leave you now, spare you all the trouble of knowing me and missing me. If I was smart
I would go out these doors and through the gates, and keep going till I fell off the Cliffs of Dover."
"And will you?" The voice of the headmaster was strained. Harry turned again, and settled into one of the chairs usually reserved for wayward students and there families. He smiled sadly as he looked in the grave blue eyes.
"No I shall not. Someone once told me that 'To the well trained mind, death is only the next great adventure'. My mind is well trained in the arts of war and I fear that if I were to die today, I would go in to the void of death, and return only for more battles, more blood, more death. And in the end I would become like him."
"Who?"
"Voldemort." Dumbledore flinched. Harry stared. "By all the gods..." he again saw this mirror of worlds, this other Dumbledore in a new light. This was not the pillar of strength Harry knew. This was a shadow of a general, content and well set now in his ways, unguarded agents the unexpected. It was even more disturbing than seeing the dead walk. At least the dead had the decency to stay the same.
"I take the dark lord is alive in your world" asked Dumbledore.
"Until recently, yes. If you don't mind me asking, what has happened here, that leaves the defeater of the dark lord Grindelwald and leader of the light, to flinch at the name of a power hungry half-blood?" Dumbledore sighed and looked even older than before. "The dark lord, was destroyed almost fifteen years ago, by the Longbottom family, in that time I fear I have picked up the nuances of the world about me." Harry had a sudden wild hope that he could be with his parents hear in this backward world but curshed it quickly. They were as dead to him as always, nomatter if they lived in this backward world or not.
"Is there any chance of revival for him?" Harry asked to cover his emotions. Dumbledore gave him a funny look, has if asking, and "are you a neo-death eater- or just morbid." Harry elaborated for him. "In my world, he was only disarmed, an incorporeal spirit that made several attempts at renewal. He succeeded at the end of my fourth year hear."
Dumbledore looked disturbed "There have been several attempts, but all have failed. All who tried paid with their lives."
"The death eaters, they are still alive then?" again Dumbledore looked startled.
"Yes, there are a few who escaped the ministry's inquisition. Why?" For a moment Harry considered telling this shadow of Dumbledore, but one look into the blue eyes told him all he didn't want to be true. Telling this Dumbledore would only bring forth the ministry, and awkward questions and incompitant fools. "I have to know when to watch my back" Harry answered simply, his tone shut down any questions Dumbledore might have.
"Well Harry it seems that you will be staying with us for awhile, how shall we start you up? Do you wish to say simply that you have crossed from an alternative universe and deal with the Ministry paper work, or shall we set you up with an alias?"
"Just tell them the truth Albus, I'm not up to dealing with a new name. The press i can handle, but my name is the last thing i have of my world"
"Alright, I'll have the paper work delivered in the morning. Now am I correct in assuming this should be your sixth year at Hogwarts?" said Dumbledore with some important documents in front of him.
Harry laughed a bitter laugh, "If the war had never happened I would have taken my newts two years ago, as it was, I'm retaking almost all my classes from sixth year and up. I guess my time didn't quite line up with your space."
"How old are you then?"
"Eighteen"
"Yes well, at least you wont be pressured in to being pushed ahead. However we do have a few small matters to attend to, as rude as it is, I must address the issue of payment for the school and supplies. I was thinking you could get a student loan at Gringotts until you get back on your feet..." Dumbledore trailed off at the thoughtful expression on Harry's face.
"How is your dark arts teacher this year?"
"Excuse me?"
Harry smirked, "Your dark arts teacher, we always had difficulties finding them, I was wondering who you roped into it."
Dumbledore smiled, "This year we are blessed with a returning teacher, Professor Deloris
Umbridge."
"UMBRIDGE!" yelled Harry in out rage, "That- that FRAUD! Lockhart- no even Trelawney would be a better teacher! Are you daft? That woman is poison! You'll-"
"Harry!" cried Dumbledore, "Professor Umbridge is an upstanding member of the ministry. Although I admit her teaching methods could use a little sprucing up..."
Harry laughed at the twinkle that was back in Dumbledore's eye, and sat up straighter in his chair. Fawkes who had been sitting on his shoulder preening took flight.
"Well prehaps you could start a club...." harry thought of the DA he had started so long ago in fith year, as much as he would like to see the kids get some practical use out of defence, he knew that there was no way in hell he would restart it. That had been a diffrent boy in a whole other world.
"Harry," Dumbledore continued, "There are still two matters to discuss, that is you have created a highly unusual situation, even for someone who arrived hear as you did."
"Oh-no" moaned Harry; already he could feel the burden of the world resettling on his shoulders in a cruel grip.
"Harry I must inform you of the fact that your counterpart is alive. In fact if you join the sixth year as you intend, you are very likely to end up in his classes, perhaps in the same dorm."
"I understand." Harry said pensively, "tell me do the parents of my counter part, his parents, are they alive?"
"Of course! Although you must understand Harry, no matter how much you miss your own parents, you cant go pestering them. They already have you with them! It would be terribly awkward if they had to take care of two of you. Not to mention the havoc the two of you pranksters are sure to make!"
"I understand headmaster." Harry said. He frowned. The temptation to see his family alive, it was unbearable. But then he had already dealt with the pain for eighteen years. He could bear it longer. Another ten years of brooding never hurt anybody right? Aye, and death eaters just wanted to have tea with him under the London Bridge.
"And of course there is the final issue- your introduction to the school and your sorting, or should I say resorting?" Harry groaned and slumped further into the chair. This would not be fun.
oOoOo
Well it seems that Harry has some clichés to deal with as well as a new and disturbing problem (I think). Wont this be fun! And before you ask Dumbledore knows nothing of Harry's past, he assumes Harry to be a carbon copy of his Harry. Just with buzz cut and two nasty scars on his face. We'll all understand better later. Oh.... we didn't talk about Harry's lover...thing this time. Oh well, I know who it is even if you don't. Hey don't worry! I'll tell you! Eventually. Ask questions! There's no such thing as a stupid one (unless it involves around Beorge Gush, damm Florida) Go use the purple button, bar, thingy! And tell me where you are happy, angry, confuzzled ECT... And let me know where I misspelled something because I just added a bunch of misspelled words to my dictionary…ops! And thanks to Guava-juice, the only one of you laze bouts to review. Grrrr.... May the Schwartz be with you! Noclaf. Submit ReviewReport Possible AbuseAdd Story to FavoritesAdd Author to FavoritesAdd Author to Author AlertAdd Story to C2 Archive 1. Malfunction2. Dead Things3. Rather Rude4. Welcome Home
It was a week later when Harry entered the office of the puppet master Dumbledore. In that week he had seen dead friends and foes, teachers and lovers, and nameless soldiers he remembered, all tramping through the hospital wing. If this was a trap it was depressingly elaborate, as well as useless. All classified knowledge that he carried, had become almost casual conversation in the nights of celebration after the final battle.
Despite that hear he was in a place that should be filled with feathers, and the miniature appliances of Flitwick, but was instead in an office he had not seen for almost two years. Dumbledore's office was as always curiouser and curiouser. The silver trinkets he remembered destroying in his fifth year were twirling away on a table. The pensieve was locked in its cabinet, and for a moment Harry considered breaking the almost elementary wards on the door; however a trill from a phoenix interrupted him.
"Fawkes." Harry whispered as the bird alighted on his shoulder. He stroked the bird, fondly; remembering the outrage the bird had created after choosing his new master after Dumbledore was murdered. Professor Snape was not the ideal master of such a magnificent bird in most people's eyes.
"It seems Fawkes has taken a liking to you." came the voice of Dumbledore from behind him.
"So it seems." replied Harry, and for a moment both men stood i slince admiring the immortal creature.
Harry broke the silence first, "Why do you torment me? I have nothing left for you to take."
"We torment you?" asked the living Dumbledore.
"You show me the faces long dead or mutilated, you tease with what might have been, you keep me in a place of light that was long ago filled with despair and fear."
"Tell me Harry, have you ever heard of theories of alternate worlds?" Slowly Harry turned and faced the headmaster. "Yes" Harry whispered.
"Then you have some idea what I'm proposing?" Harry nodded, and turned back to Fawkes, stroking the bright plumage.
"Harry?"
"It will kill me wont it, this world. Everything hears is diffrent, the people, and even the places. Even the air. All of it, so wrong. It will all kill me in the end."
Albus Dumbledore- for that's who he truly was- looked mournful. "Yes eventually it will kill you; in eight, maybe nine years. The longest recorded was ten years and four months."
"I should leave you now, spare you all the trouble of knowing me and missing me. If I was smart
I would go out these doors and through the gates, and keep going till I fell off the Cliffs of Dover."
"And will you?" The voice of the headmaster was strained. Harry turned again, and settled into one of the chairs usually reserved for wayward students and there families. He smiled sadly as he looked in the grave blue eyes.
"No I shall not. Someone once told me that 'To the well trained mind, death is only the next great adventure'. My mind is well trained in the arts of war and I fear that if I were to die today, I would go in to the void of death, and return only for more battles, more blood, more death. And in the end I would become like him."
"Who?"
"Voldemort." Dumbledore flinched. Harry stared. "By all the gods..." he again saw this mirror of worlds, this other Dumbledore in a new light. This was not the pillar of strength Harry knew. This was a shadow of a general, content and well set now in his ways, unguarded agents the unexpected. It was even more disturbing than seeing the dead walk. At least the dead had the decency to stay the same.
"I take the dark lord is alive in your world" asked Dumbledore.
"Until recently, yes. If you don't mind me asking, what has happened here, that leaves the defeater of the dark lord Grindelwald and leader of the light, to flinch at the name of a power hungry half-blood?" Dumbledore sighed and looked even older than before. "The dark lord, was destroyed almost fifteen years ago, by the Longbottom family, in that time I fear I have picked up the nuances of the world about me." Harry had a sudden wild hope that he could be with his parents hear in this backward world but curshed it quickly. They were as dead to him as always, nomatter if they lived in this backward world or not.
"Is there any chance of revival for him?" Harry asked to cover his emotions. Dumbledore gave him a funny look, has if asking, and "are you a neo-death eater- or just morbid." Harry elaborated for him. "In my world, he was only disarmed, an incorporeal spirit that made several attempts at renewal. He succeeded at the end of my fourth year hear."
Dumbledore looked disturbed "There have been several attempts, but all have failed. All who tried paid with their lives."
"The death eaters, they are still alive then?" again Dumbledore looked startled.
"Yes, there are a few who escaped the ministry's inquisition. Why?" For a moment Harry considered telling this shadow of Dumbledore, but one look into the blue eyes told him all he didn't want to be true. Telling this Dumbledore would only bring forth the ministry, and awkward questions and incompitant fools. "I have to know when to watch my back" Harry answered simply, his tone shut down any questions Dumbledore might have.
"Well Harry it seems that you will be staying with us for awhile, how shall we start you up? Do you wish to say simply that you have crossed from an alternative universe and deal with the Ministry paper work, or shall we set you up with an alias?"
"Just tell them the truth Albus, I'm not up to dealing with a new name. The press i can handle, but my name is the last thing i have of my world"
"Alright, I'll have the paper work delivered in the morning. Now am I correct in assuming this should be your sixth year at Hogwarts?" said Dumbledore with some important documents in front of him.
Harry laughed a bitter laugh, "If the war had never happened I would have taken my newts two years ago, as it was, I'm retaking almost all my classes from sixth year and up. I guess my time didn't quite line up with your space."
"How old are you then?"
"Eighteen"
"Yes well, at least you wont be pressured in to being pushed ahead. However we do have a few small matters to attend to, as rude as it is, I must address the issue of payment for the school and supplies. I was thinking you could get a student loan at Gringotts until you get back on your feet..." Dumbledore trailed off at the thoughtful expression on Harry's face.
"How is your dark arts teacher this year?"
"Excuse me?"
Harry smirked, "Your dark arts teacher, we always had difficulties finding them, I was wondering who you roped into it."
Dumbledore smiled, "This year we are blessed with a returning teacher, Professor Deloris
Umbridge."
"UMBRIDGE!" yelled Harry in out rage, "That- that FRAUD! Lockhart- no even Trelawney would be a better teacher! Are you daft? That woman is poison! You'll-"
"Harry!" cried Dumbledore, "Professor Umbridge is an upstanding member of the ministry. Although I admit her teaching methods could use a little sprucing up..."
Harry laughed at the twinkle that was back in Dumbledore's eye, and sat up straighter in his chair. Fawkes who had been sitting on his shoulder preening took flight.
"Well prehaps you could start a club...." harry thought of the DA he had started so long ago in fith year, as much as he would like to see the kids get some practical use out of defence, he knew that there was no way in hell he would restart it. That had been a diffrent boy in a whole other world.
"Harry," Dumbledore continued, "There are still two matters to discuss, that is you have created a highly unusual situation, even for someone who arrived hear as you did."
"Oh-no" moaned Harry; already he could feel the burden of the world resettling on his shoulders in a cruel grip.
"Harry I must inform you of the fact that your counterpart is alive. In fact if you join the sixth year as you intend, you are very likely to end up in his classes, perhaps in the same dorm."
"I understand." Harry said pensively, "tell me do the parents of my counter part, his parents, are they alive?"
"Of course! Although you must understand Harry, no matter how much you miss your own parents, you cant go pestering them. They already have you with them! It would be terribly awkward if they had to take care of two of you. Not to mention the havoc the two of you pranksters are sure to make!"
"I understand headmaster." Harry said. He frowned. The temptation to see his family alive, it was unbearable. But then he had already dealt with the pain for eighteen years. He could bear it longer. Another ten years of brooding never hurt anybody right? Aye, and death eaters just wanted to have tea with him under the London Bridge.
"And of course there is the final issue- your introduction to the school and your sorting, or should I say resorting?" Harry groaned and slumped further into the chair. This would not be fun.
oOoOo
Well it seems that Harry has some clichés to deal with as well as a new and disturbing problem (I think). Wont this be fun! And before you ask Dumbledore knows nothing of Harry's past, he assumes Harry to be a carbon copy of his Harry. Just with buzz cut and two nasty scars on his face. We'll all understand better later. Oh.... we didn't talk about Harry's lover...thing this time. Oh well, I know who it is even if you don't. Hey don't worry! I'll tell you! Eventually. Ask questions! There's no such thing as a stupid one (unless it involves around Beorge Gush, damm Florida) Go use the purple button, bar, thingy! And tell me where you are happy, angry, confuzzled ECT... And let me know where I misspelled something because I just added a bunch of misspelled words to my dictionary…ops! And thanks to Guava-juice, the only one of you laze bouts to review. Grrrr.... May the Schwartz be with you! Noclaf. Submit ReviewReport Possible AbuseAdd Story to FavoritesAdd Author to FavoritesAdd Author to Author AlertAdd Story to C2 Archive 1. Malfunction2. Dead Things3. Rather Rude4. Welcome Home