Harry Potter and the Anthem of Kairos

Disclaimer: Based on characters, events and locations created by J.K. Rowling. She owns everything that appeared in one of her books (Harry, Hogwarts, etc.)

Wesley Tinderspoon, Roland Port, and all other characters that do not show up in J.K. Rowling's books are my additions.

Written by Takeshi Templin

Chapter 1: Dumbledore's Weapon

The wind blew outside the window on the otherwise calm day. Albus Dumbledore was sitting in a quaint office, thoughts had been going through his head as he stared out the window. The modern skyline was different from the countryside he was used to.

The walls of the room he was in were a sullen sandy color and there was a bookshelf on his left. Other than that and the average sized desk covered in random office supplies the office was barren. He had come here by stepping out of a broom closet, which was somehow attached to his more usual floo network. Apparition, like at Hogwarts, was warded against.

The man he had been waiting for was now sitting on the other side of the desk twiddling his hands while half heartedly and using a very oddly normal looking computer. He was a short old man who managed to make balding look good, his head surrounded by a mixture of gray and brown hair around dark eyes with piercing specks of red. He was wearing a button down shirt and denim pants, making him look more like an office worker then the principle of a prestigious American wizarding school.

"To what honor do I deserve this meeting?" Said the man "Considering the effort it must have taken to get here. It must be important."

"It is Roland. In fact it is quite urgent." Dumbledore looked tired, like he hadn't gotten enough sleep for many days. His eyes were drooping slightly and his hair had dulled from gleaming silver to merely a bright shade of white. "As you are probably quite aware Voldemort is back again. And, as you may have guessed, I will in fact be needing that thing we talked about."

"So that wasn't an unbased rumor then, like your ministry played it out to be. The scourge of the European magical world is back again eh?" Roland looked quite unimpressed. He didn't even flinch at the use of the Dark Lord's name. Instead he started drumming his hands on the table and his eyes started wandering around Dumbledore's unkept appearance, at least unkept for how he remembered his old friend.

"Yes, and I am quite aware that his reign of terror did not quite reach your doorstep, Voldemort never having gotten to a point where he was ready to cross the sea."

Dumbledore's outburst had an equally unimpressive effect on Roland as the Dark Lord's name and instead of responding to it as many people would have with offense or fear if they knew the wizard who stated them, he simply stopped drumming his hand, looked Dumbledore in the eyes again and said, "Oh yes his encounter with the 'boy who lived'. What's his name…Harry Potter? I hear he goes to Hogwarts? And that he has done many things quite beyond his age. Hmm…Now there are a few stories I'd like to hear." For the first time Roland seemed interested in the conversation. He leaned over and put his elbow on his desk listening intently looking ever more so into Dumbledore's soft blue eyes.

"I am sorry my friend but I cannot delve greatly into the events of the last few years. I have not the time nor the safety net around you to do such a thing."

Roland leaned back in his chair, obviously disappointed but not in the least bit offended. "Oh well then… But you will tell me at some point won't you?" He had a pleading tone to his voice. Like he never saw anything interesting happen anymore and this was a simple bit of excitement in an otherwise boring existence.

"Of course I will, but back to business. I am in a great hurry and I will be needing it quickly."

"Ok I will need to send a caretaker along with it. I hope you understand."

"Of course I do. And while young Tinderspoon is there he will be a student and have all the respect he deserves."

"Ah, right Wesley. You see the thing about it is…" For the first time in the conversation Roland looked slightly uncomfortable. He began tapping his finger more forcefully now and he looked above Dumbledore's head instead, apparently unable to continue meeting his gaze.

"I am quite aware of Wesley Tinderspoon's situation. I have already dealt with the matter." Dumbledore was still calm but obviously starting to get impatient, his gaze a bit more forceful then before and he had moved the tips of his fingers together propping his elbows up on Roland's desk. "I really am in a hurry so could you fetch it and it's caretaker now? Or shall I come back at a later date?"

"It would actually be better if you took him now. He is most likely packed his school supplies to go home and so is most likely ready to go."

"Will there be a problem with him adjusting?"

"Possibly, although he is fairly good at adjustment, given his situation and he has been informed that something like this might happen previously."

"And his parents?"

"They have been informed, and they frankly don't have any misgivings about it. They still never really got used to their son being…"

"Too true too true, then I will wait here while you please go collect him." Dumbledore leaned back in his chair the tips of his fingers still together in front of his chest, the desk no longer supporting his robed elbows.

"I will be back in a few minutes then." Roland got up and left the room through the door opposite him immediately behind Dumbledore. Dumbledore sighed and checked one thing off his mental list of things to do.

It was then that an owl swooped up to the window behind Roland's desk. Dumbledore quickly vanished the glass so it could get in then materialized it again.

He groaned as he read it. It was another thing to worry about and he really didn't have the time. There was only one real solution. And it perfectly meshed with what he already had planned. A certain someone was going to get a surprise this summer. A surprise that would likely be anything but pleasant…