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Chapter 4: Living a Lie

The sun was rising overhead. A young boy looked at it with great wonder. He looked around to see if anyone was watching him. Not that he had anything to hide however. He was just, prepared. No one could be sure what would come out of the shadows in the early the dawn. He started walking down the empty alley way praying that he would not run into any unfriendly souls.

His footsteps made no noise whatsoever. He was walking in just bare feet for he was too poor to afford anything at all. He stopped walking suddenly because he thought he heard the snapping of a twig. Fear rushed throughout his body. His skin was now as cold as ice. He could see a shadow just around the corner of a tall man. He tried hard not to breathe loudly.

The shadow grew larger which meant that the thing was coming closer to the boy. He was frozen with fear. He could no longer move. All he could do was watch the shadow come nearer to himself. He was now shaking with fear. The shadow continued to grow larger and the boy's heart began to pound harder inside his chest. He knew that the figure was about to approach him.

And from around the corner came a tall and skinny old man. He had a short gray beard. He wore half moon spectacles and there was a small twinkle in his eyes. The boy took a deep sigh of relief as he saw the man. A smile even came across his face. The old man smiled as well when he saw the boy.

"You should not be walking around like this." The old man said.

"Sorry sir. I had to go to the store to get some milk for my mother." He replied, his voice was barely above a whisper.

"Well you be careful. You never know what you will find in the shadows. The whispers may be quiet but powerful." He said quietly. "I actually came by to say goodbye my dear friend." The boy was curious why the old man would say this to him. He had been like a grandfather to him. "Certain whispers from a distant land have reached my ears and I know now is the time for me to return home."

"But Alberto…" The old man placed his hand up to silence the child. He kissed the boy on the forehead.

"Juan, you will be a great man one day. Trust your instincts, use your mind, and be very, very careful. I know you will do good things. But I really must be going." And in a flash the old man had gone. He arrived at an old building, which was now deserted. In a few weeks it would be filled with some of the brightest young minds of the age. It was true. Albus Dumbledore had returned to Hogwarts.

Damien sat on the plane his leg shaking with nervousness. He was about to find out about his past, something he had been longing to do ever since he set foot on that village up in the mountains. That was the last thing he remembered. That plus a few nightmares he kept having. But now he was finally going to learn about his past, he was going to learn who he was. And he was going to learn that he was not Damien.

Several hours later after leaving the United States, Damien and Christine arrived in the London airport. When they got there they headed over to King's Cross station to take a train to Hermione's house. Hermione was staying with her boyfriend in Romania for a couple of days before she would come home. So Christine arranged to stay with her aunt and uncle while they waited for Hermione to come home.

Christine could tell that Damien found all of London very familiar. Each they walked around a bit looking at the sights hoping that Damien would remember something. Damien and Christine searched every day for a week but they found nothing. Harry knew it looked familiar, as if in a distant memory but he could not figure out what this country so special.

So on Saturday Damien wore his new London baseball cap to hide what he felt was "that really annoying scar." They walked around London just to get out of the house before Hermione arrived. As they searched for a place to eat Damien came across an old looking building. Christine wouldn't have noticed the thing if Damien hadn't pointed it out. He wanted to go in but Christine was very hesitant.

"Come on Chris let's go in and see." She rolled her eyes at Damien but agreed to enter the place. It was a dark and gloomy place. There seemed to be a strange feel to this whole place. Christine knew in heart that she didn't belong here. No one stared at them however. Damien just looked around but decided soon to leave. Christine stayed in a moment and sat down at the bar.

"Who was that bloke you walked in with." The bar tender asked me in a very quiet tone.

"His name is Damien. You recognize him?" She asked him.

"Looks familiar. Looks kinda like…" He looked around and leaned in close to her. "Looks like Harry Potter." He stood up straight and coughed loudly. Christine looked around but no one cared to listen in on their conversation. Christine was glad to have gotten a name that possibly she could use. She would use this conversation to inspire some more investigating.

"Could be." She said standing up and heading out. Damien had found a place across the street to eat. Both of them kept glancing at the place they had just come out of. Christine knew that she had to tell Damien what she overheard in the bar. Upon hearing the name, Harry Potter, Damien stared at the bar for the longest time. He said nothing else while they ate their lunch. Neither of them spoke during the train ride home either.

When they got back to the Granger home Christine went up to Hermione's room to look through the books she had. Christine looked through several of her books before she finally found the name Harry Potter. He was in Modern Magical History, The Rise and Fall of the Dark Arts, and Great Wizarding Events of the Twentieth Century. It was all interesting to her but since there were no pictures Christine was not convinced. As she looked around some more Christine found some Daily Prophet clippings that were much more interesting. She looked at the first one.

The Boy Who Lived May No Longer Be Alive

By: Venus Viggle

On May 12,1996 it was confirmed that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is dead. And once again the person responsible for the fall of this dark wizard was none other than the Boy Who Lived, otherwise known as Harry Potter. On a mountain top behind the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry Harry Potter and He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named battled to the death. Of course young Potter was the victor in this battle of the century. This is the greatest news in the Wizarding world but there is one small problem that no one has been able to solve. Young potter and the beloved Hogwarts Headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, have disappeared. No one has been able to trace down these two heroes even though their friends and family have searched desperately. Hogwarts Professor Minerva McGonagall will temporarily be taking Dumbledore's place as headmistress. But the mystery still remains, where are these two? Will they ever return? And are they still alive? If anyone has information please contact the Daily Prophet.

Potter and Dumbledore: Dead or Alive?

Harry Hospian

It has been two months since the defeat of Lord Voldemort but neither Harry Potter nor Albus Dumbledore have reappeared from their disappearing act. Men from the Ministry of Magic are conducting search parties for these two. But so far none have been successful. They have explored every inch of the Wizarding world in Britain and Ireland. Men are now being stationed in other sections of Europe such as Scotland, Germany, Italy, South Spain, Austria, and even parts of Russia. The Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, comments in an interview with the Prophet, "if they are not found in two weeks that the Ministry will start searching in America. And if they are not found in the next year they will secretly be conducting search parties in the muggle world." Hopes are high that they will be found but the search continues. For many, all hope has died but for many others hope remains very much alive. So the question still remains: Are Harry Potter and Albus Dumbledore dead or alive?

There were many articles just like it. But as Christine flipped through the article clippings she noticed that there were pictures. At first she only saw some of Hermione and some red headed boy. But then there were several pictures of this familiar black haired boy. Christine thought it might be true but she wasn't truly convinced until she saw one picture of just the boy and there was a scar on his forehead. It looked just like a lighting bolt.

"Damien!" Christine shouted with excitement. She brought the books, the Daily Prophet clippings, and the pictures down stairs. She almost tripped because she was so excited. But when she went to go tell Harry she found her cousin at the door. She was standing in the doorway, with that red-haired boy from the pictures, and they were staring at Damien.

"Harry?" Hermione said. There were tears forming in her eyes. And then her eyes rolled back and she fell towards the floor. Luckily Ron caught her before she hit the ground. But Ron was still staring at Harry. It seemed that they couldn't get over the shock that Harry Potter was standing right there. Damien looked at the red haired boy with wonder but Christine could still see Damien had no idea who he was.

"I just came from looking at Hermione's things. I think I might have solved the mystery of who you are." Christine said, hoping to make the situation less awkward. Ron then looked at Christine with the same confused look that Damien had just given Ron. "Damien… it seems that you are really," Christine paused for a moment and looked from the fainted Hermione to Ron then to Damien then back to Ron. Ron ended up finishing her sentence.

"Harry Potter."