Disclaimer: Harry Potter and its associated trademarks are the property of J.K Rowling. The plot and original characters in this fiction are my own. This fictional work is written for recreational purposes only. No copyright is intended.

(AN: I forgot to add the disclaimer on chapter 1, but from now all of my chapters will have this disclaimer.)

Warning: Some sections may be inappropriate for younger readers.

Harry could only stare in horror as his beloved snowy owl dipped her beak into the goblet and drink down the failed potion. He saw steam rise from Hedwig's feathery form, but Hedwig seemed completely oblivious to this, and she devoured the contents of the goblet without hesitation. She then flew off from the table and landed on the basement floor, hooting softly at Harry despite the steam rising from her body. For a wild moment, Harry thought that his owl was safe; that she had not been poisoned.

Fate decided to intervene and screw Harry over again.

Suddenly, Hedwig began to shake. She wasn't convulsing, but rather vibrations were running throughout her body. The rising steam began to expand, so it looked like Hedwig was surrounded by a grayish aura. Without hesitating, Harry sprung forward, determined to save his beloved owl from whatever doom awaited her, even though he didn't know what was going on. He was about to reach for Hedwig's trembling form when a sudden burst of white light originating from Hedwig's body illuminated the room, blinding Harry and causing him to stumble backwards, where he lay covering his eyes. After waiting for a few minutes, Harry moved his hand away and anxiously took a look at Hedwig. But there was one problem.

Hedwig the snowy owl was there no longer.

In her place was a girl, around about Harry's age. She had long, silky medium brown hair that reached the small of her back. She had a smooth, oval shaped face that Harry swore resembled someone he knew. She lay on the floor on her side, apparently unconscious.

Oh, and she was totally naked.

Harry's mind took a few moments to register the girl's lack of dress, and when it did, Harry's face flushed an intense red that would've rivalled the Weasley's hair colour. He did what anyone would do, if they saw their pet owl turn into a teenage girl.

"MERLIN'S BEARD! WHAT THE F—K?!" Harry screamed in confusion. Ignoring his urge to blush even more, he ran to the girl's side and began to shake her delicate shoulders, in a desperate attempt to wake her up.

"Hedwig? Hedwig! Whoever you are, please, just wake up!" he whispered frantically. After a minute of tense shaking, the girl's eyes opened. She turned her head to look at Harry.

Harry's emerald green eyes met a pair beautiful, golden yellow eyes. For a few endless moments, both Harry and the girl just stared at each other's eyes. Harry then managed to snap out his trance, and stroked the girl's cheek in a worried fashion. He then asked the girl,

"Hey, are you ok?" The girl responded by tilting her head to the side, and smiling. Harry was dumbfounded. He didn't know whether to take that as a yes, or as an 'I didn't understand a word you just said' gesture. Harry decided to press on,

"Hey, can you understand me, miss?" he asked slowly and loudly, much like how Professor Umbridge addressed Hagrid, as someone slow and unintelligent. The girl responded by tilting her head to the other side, smiling happily as she stroked Harry's cheek, like he did for her a few moments ago. Harry let out an exasperated breath.

Great...I poison my owl, she turns into a girl, she's naked, and she can't understand a word I say. Man, does fate ever give me a break?

"BOY!!!" bellowed out uncle Vernon's voice.

Harry felt like something cold and wet was sliding down his body as he heard his uncle's voice. What if he walked in on him; what would he think? To see his blasted nephew right next to a naked girl? He'd flip out! Harry began to pray to whatever God would listen for a plan.

Luckily, the God of misfortune was taking a lunch break at this moment.

"Boy!" repeated uncle Vernon, "Me, your aunt and Dudley are going to go shopping. I better not find any mess here when we come back or there will be hell to pay! You get me, boy?! You keep your freakiness in the basement!" There was a sound of feet walking out the door, followed by the sound of locks sliding into place. Harry then heard Vernon's company car start up, and leave the driveway. Harry then let out the breath he had been holding. He was saved! For the meantime, that is. He turned to the girl,

"So you don't understand me at all?" It was a stupid question, but Harry needed to ask. The girl simply smiled happily at Harry, before she drew herself up, and rested on her knees. Harry gave out a deep sigh.

"We've got a lot of work to do."

Harry had managed to drag the girl out of the basement. She wasn't resisting, per se, but she was utterly fascinated by her surroundings. As Harry trudged along through the Dursley residence, she looked around and touched whatever things she could in wonder. She was acting a lot like how Mr Weasley would, if visited a mechanic's workshop. Harry had to continuously swat away her hand, or steer her away from the walls. Eventually, Harry made it to his bedroom with the girl in one piece. Tapping the girl on the shoulder, he pointed to his bed.

"Sit down" Harry commanded gently. The girl gave him a quizzical look, and tilted her head. Harry mentally groaned

Great…I forgot she can't understand me…Harry then directed the girl to his bed, and bent her body so that she would sit on it. It was very awkward, not because she was naked, but because the girl didn't seem to want to sit. Eventually, Harry gave up. The girl seemed to smile at Harry's failed efforts, and Harry narrowed his eyes at this. Although the girl probably didn't know what was going on, Harry was feeling kind of insulted.

"Fine…stay there." Harry then grabbed the girl's shoulder, and applied some pressure, to signify that he didn't want her to move, "I'm going to find you some clothes." The girl actually followed Harry's order this time, and looked around Harry's small and sparse room while he rummaged through his broken down cupboard for some suitable clothes.

Damn…I don't have anything but Dudley's hand-me-downs, and my Hogwarts uniform is out of the question…wait! I can use that! And those two! Whew…

Harry drew out a plain grey shirt and a pair of black shorts he had used as a 13 year old. It seemed cheap, but because they were Dudley's, they were large enough to fit the girl. He also took out some clean briefs he used during his stay at Hogwarts. Harry approached the girl with clothes in his hands.

"Hey, do you know how to dress yourself?" he asked hopefully. Once again, the girl gave Harry her oblivious smile. Harry fought the urge to roll his eyes.

Why do you hate me, God? Considering what happened with Cho last year, you do this to me now? Do you get your jollies from making of me? Ugh…

"Ok…that means I'll have to dress you, then…" he said, more to himself than the girl. He set down the shorts and shirt, and opened up the briefs. He was about to order the girl to raise her leg, but he remembered that she can't understand him. So he grabbed the girl, and pushed her onto his tiny bed, causing her to lie on her back. Harry blushed as he did so, understand the innuendo of the situation, but the girl looked like she wanted to do it again. All of Harry's blood rushed to his cheeks as he slowly edged the briefs up the girl's legs.

Her legs are smooth…what am I thinking?! Argh!!! I've never done this kinda thing before!!!

Harry struggled to keep his blood within his nose as he pressed on with the task. Try as he might, his eyes wandered every now and then into the area between the girl's legs. Breathing in and out, he slowly but surely managed to get the briefs into place. He let out a large breath as he did so. Phase one was complete. Harry then moved on onto the shorts, it wasn't so bad since certain parts of the female anatomy weren't staring him in the face this time. Then, he moved onto the shirt.

Oh crap…

"Uhh…would you stand up?" The half naked girl looked confused. Harry set his jaw and pulled the girl upright. Raising her arms into the air, he said,

"Keep them there." As soon as Harry let go, the girl let her arms down with a giggle. Harry fought the urge to swear.

"I said to keep them up!" he snapped. The girl blinked her eyes innocently she then grabbed Harry's arms and tried to pull them up, much like how Harry did to her. Harry pushed the girl away, his patience starting to crack.

"No!" he said vehemently, "Your arms. Your arms." Harry grabbed the girl's arms, pulled them up, and gripped them as if to emphasise his point, "Keep them up!" He kept the girl's arms up in the air for several seconds. He let go, and was surprised to see the girl keep her arms in the air. He grabbed the shirt, and was just about to put them on the girl when she promptly dropped her arms right back down. Harry let out a howl of frustration.

"STOP DOING THAT, DAMMIT!!!" He screamed. The girl looked surprised at first, before breaking into a laugh. That laugh was enough to calm Harry down. Never before did he hear a voice sound like silver rain to his ears. He stopped and spent a few moments hearing the girl's laugh. Sighing, he gave the girl a wry smile.

"Guess I have to find another way, huh? You're going to kill me one day, and I've only known you for less than 15 minutes!" he said ruefully. The girl stopped her laughing, and her face once again took the 'happy but confused' look. Harry grabbed the shirt, and with the shirt in hand, grabbed the girl's arms and lifted them up. Before the girl brought her arms back down, he quickly stuffed the shirt down her arms, and pulled it over her head. The girl seemed surprised, but Harry himself had a look of triumph on his face. He proceeded to stuff the shirt down (It was quite baggy) and was about to finish the job when his hands felt something round, and firm.

Oh boy. Ohhhh Boooyyyy…

Harry found his hands on the girl's breasts. The girl looked down on the location of Harry's hands, her golden eyes twinkling in wonder. Harry stared at his hands for a few moments, and drew them back quickly, as if he was just burnt. The girl tilted her head to the side as he did so, before breaking into one of her trademark smiles. She looked like she just had the time of her life. Harry desperately tried to avoid fainting out of sheer embarrassment. He quickly finished tucking the shirt in, before pulling the girl onto her feet. He gave her an appraising look while the girl tugged on the fabric of her clothes.

"Well, it's a bit loose, but it'll have to do, for now." Harry said grimly. The girl looked into Harry's eyes and smiled, as if she were grateful for what Harry had just done. Once again, Harry was drawn into the girl's beautiful gold eyes. Both snapped out of their staring contest when a rumbling sound came from the girl's stomach. The girl looked almost sheepish as Harry chuckled,

"Hungry, huh?"

Harry then proceeded to drag the girl out of his tiny bedroom, down the stairs and into the kitchen of Four Pivett Drive. The girl didn't put up too much of a resistance this time; she was too occupied checking out her clothes. Harry led her to one of the chairs and, after tapping her on the shoulder to get her attention, gestured to the chair,

"Sit." he commanded. The girl gave Harry a blank look, before she began to inspect the chair, looking and poking it. Harry rolled his eyes.

Time to do this the hard way again…

Pulling out the chair, Harry grabbed the girl by her shoulders and forced her down onto the wooden chair. It was a bit awkward, because the girl didn't seem to want to bend her knees. Harry solved this problem by using one hand to bend her knee joints, and using the other to force her shoulder down. After some struggle, Harry finally managed to get the girl to sit. Harry pushed the chair in, and then proceeded to raid the cupboard for some food.

Hmm…what have we here? Damn, I could cook something but the Dursleys would get suspicious. Probably get onto my case about 'poisoning their food with my freakiness. Oh well…wait! I can feed her those chips!

Harry picked out an unopened packet of nacho flavoured Doritos. He strode over to the table, took a seat opposite the girl, opened the packet and presented it to the girl. He caught the girl's attention by clicking his fingers, and pointed to the pack of nachos.

"Eat." The girl looked at the morsel with curious eyes. She poked the packet, but apart from that, she didn't take a chip. Harry sighed. He took out one of the triangular shaped chips, and presented it to the girl. Surprisingly enough, the girl understood what Harry was trying to do, because she took the chip with both hands. She stared at the chip, but she didn't eat it.

Argh…desperate times call for desperate measures…

Harry reached over the table and took the girls hands with his. He then guided the chip towards the girl's semi-opened mouth.

"Good…now just pop it in…" he said carefully. The girl looked scared. She clamped her mouth shut and inched her head away. Harry groaned.

Must…not…lose…my…temper…this…was…my…fault…

"Ok…maybe if you see me do it, maybe you'll do it too." Harry took a chip out of the packet and, making sure the girl's eyes were trained on him, slowly moved the chip towards his mouth, where he opened his mouth wide. To Harry's relief, the girl made a crude imitation of Harry's actions. She reluctantly opened her mouth, and she slowly inched the chip she was holding towards her mouth, where she stopped. Harry smiled tightly.

Finally…some progress…

"Now…you do this…" Harry slowly put the chip into his mouth, and slowly began to chew on it. He then swallowed the chip. The girl, after hesitating a bit, did the same. She put the chip into her mouth, and began to chew and swallow. At seeing this, Harry closed his eyes and breathed easily.

"Ahh!!!" squealed a voice. Harry's eyes opened as he searched for the voice. It came from the direction of the girl. She was holding out her pointer fingers from each hand. Harry inspected her fingers. There were teeth marks on it.

The girl had tried to chew her fingers.

Harry would've laughed if the situation was different. Instead, he mentally slapped himself on the forehead. He made a mental note to be more complete in his instructions. Harry once again picked up a chip from the packet and repeated the eating process, but making sure this time that he let go of the chip once it was in his mouth. The girl's eyes followed Harry with rapt attention. Harry then presented the girl with another chip, which she took hesitatingly. Harry prayed that she would get it right this time.

To his relief, the girl managed to eat and swallow the chip without disfiguring herself.

Harry smiled at the girl. It was heartening, to see the girl look so happy after eating the nacho. She must like the flavour. She looked at Harry, and then looked wistfully at the packet of chips. Harry chuckled,

"Hey, it's all yours, you know." Harry inched the packet towards the girl. The girl hesitated at first, then reached into the packet and drew out a chip, just as Harry had done earlier. She looked amused at her own daring, but Harry grinned. She was a fast learner. Harry watched the girl eat several chips, one at a time, before he decided to intervene. He reached for the packet and pulled out several chips. He then ate them in front of the girl. The girl looked in awe at first, but when Harry guided her hand back into the chip packet, she flushed with pleasure. She grabbed several chips, and began to eat them. Harry patted the girl on the head to signify a job well done, and surprisingly enough, the girl giggled.

Hmm…what if she's thirsty? I better get her something to drink as well

Harry left the girl to two glasses of water. The girl didn't seem to mind as she stuffed her face in with nachos. Harry returned with a glass of water in each hand. Setting one down on his side of the table, he also set one down in front of the girl. She immediately stopped eating and looked at the glass with amazement, as if she never saw something like it before.

"Now," Harry said slowly and clearly, "You do this." Harry picked up his glass and drank from it. The girl watched curiously, but didn't pick up her glass. She eventually did it, however, when Harry guided her hand to the glass. She slowly picked up the glass, brought it to her mouth, and looked at Harry curiously. Harry took this as a sign that she wanted another demonstration. He slowly drank the water again, and to his amazement, the girl managed to mimic his actions without killing herself. She drank the water and looked refreshed. Harry smiled, not just as the girl's progress, but also at his teaching ability.

Heh…she looks kinda cute, learning how to eat and drink

Harry watched with satisfaction as the girl ate and drank like a normal person. Well, almost, she did dribble some water down her shirt, and she did almost choke on a nacho because she tried to swallow it like water, but apart from that, the snack was a success. As soon as the cup and packet of nachos were empty, she placed her arms to the side, looked at Harry and smiled joyfully. Harry threw the empty packet away and quickly washed the two cups, while the girl looked on innocently. After tidying up, Harry once again took hold of the girl's hand.

"Let's go."

Harry led the girl back to his tiny bedroom. It was about 9:00 in the evening, since the girl had already eaten, Harry figured that he should put her to sleep before his relatives come home. Upon reaching the bedroom, Harry gestured the girl to sit on his bed. She did, but he could've sworn he saw a naughty grin on her face as she did so. As Harry soon as Harry sat down himself and looked at the girl, a sudden thought hit him.

Hey…I don't know her name! It would be stupid to call her Hedwig, because she's not. Since she doesn't know anything, I guess I'll have to call her something. Problem is, how I am going to teach her to recognise her own name?

"Hey," said Harry, tapping the girl on the shoulders, "I'm going to give you a name." The girl looked puzzled, and Harry knew from that look that he still had a lot of work to do. He then pointed to himself

"My name is Harry." he said slowly and loudly, making sure the girl caught every word, "Harry. HA-RRY." He kept repeating his name over and over again, until he was sure she got the message. He held the girl's hand, and pointed to himself. Harry then pointed to his mouth and started to repeat his name.

"HA-RRY. HA-RRY. HA-RRY." After this, he pointed towards the girl's mouth and nodded. Harry prayed that she understood what had just happened. The girl looked confused, however. Minutes passed and she said nothing. Just when Harry was about to give up, she spoke.

"Ha…rry." Harry stared. The girl's voice was soft and melodious; it soothed him and carried a lot of warmth and affection. Harry shook his head. Whoever thought the girl would have such a nice voice? The girl, on the other hand, seemed quite pleased with her efforts. She repeated Harry's name.

"Harry, Harry, Harry." Harry smiled, causing the girl to smile herself.

Good. She knows who I am. Now for phase 2. I need to think of a good name for her. Let me see…hmm…that won't do…sounds too weird…bad mental images…ah ha! Perfect!

Harry pointed to the girl, and used his other hand to direct the girl's hand to herself. Puzzled, the girl looked at Harry and blinked her golden eyes. Harry took a deep breath, and continued.

"Mana. Your name is Mana. MA-NA. MA-NA. MA-NA." he repeated slowly. The girl looked deep in thought for a moment, before giving it a shot.

"Ma…na. Ma…na." she whispered, almost to herself, "Mana. Mana! Mana!!!" she exclaimed happily. Harry cheered for her.

"Yes! That's your name! Your name is Mana!" Mana smiled happily at Harry, the same smile she used when he clothed her. It was the smile of a grateful soul. Harry then tested on what Mana had just learned. He pointed to himself. Mana looked worried at first, but she spoke.

"Harry." she said tentatively

"Yes!" exclaimed Harry jubilantly, causing Mana to smile. It must've occurred to her that she did something right. Harry then pointed to Mana's chest and waited. This time, Mana did not hesitate.

"Mana." she said confidently. Harry whooped for happiness, while at the same time, indulging in the sound of Mana's gentle voice. Harry and Mana kept sitting in their spot quietly, until Mana yawned. Harry knew it was time to tuck her into bed. But how? Aunt Petunia always opened Harry's door every morning, and surely she would see Mana.

The Invisibility Cloak!

Harry opened his trunk (The Dursleys, after being threatened by the Order, allowed Harry to keep his belongings as long as he did not do anything 'weird' in their presence) and took out his invisibility cloak. He placed it at his feet, because he needed Mana to get into bed first. She sat unmoving at her spot, looking politely at Harry. Once again, Harry did something drastic. Despite his skinny form, he took Mana into his arms and laid her on his bed. He shifted her body around, so she was on one side, and her head was resting on the pillow. He placed his worn out blanket over her body, causing Mana to sigh in comfort. He stood at Mana's side, waiting for her to go to sleep. As soon as she had drifted off, he picked up his Invisibility cloak and draped it on top of Mana, but under the blanket so it looked like nothing was there to the casual observer. Harry let out a deep breath of relief. The evening had worn him down, but now that Mana was asleep, he figured he could get back onto his plan of getting stronger. Rummaging through his trunk, he brought out his O.W.L Transfiguration book and began reading.

It wasn't long until the sound of the Dursley's car pulled up into the drive way. Harry halted his reading ('Conjuring objects') to listen for his relatives to enter the house. Sure enough, they did, but they were in deep conversation

"…So, she wants us there tomorrow morning?" That was Aunt Petunia, for sure.

"Aww, I don't like her dogs, Mum." whined Dudley

"Don't say that, you're her favourite nephew." replied uncle Vernon proudly. Petunia let out a murmur of disdain.

"That reminds me, what about the boy?" she asked scornfully.

"Don't worry, I've got it all planned, dear." answered Vernon confidently. Harry could hear the steps of his overgrown uncle approach closer, and closer to his bedroom door. Making sure that Mana was safe under the Invisibility cloak, he pretended that he was reading.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

"Open up, boy!" bellowed uncle Vernon. Harry put down his book and strode to his door. After unlocking the door, he opened it to come face to face with his hated uncle.

"Listen, boy. Me, your aunt and Dudley will be leaving tomorrow. We met your Aunt Marge and it seems she was quite distressed over the death of her dog, Mr Fangs. Now," Vernon looked almost disgusted at the sight of Harry, but continued, "We will be staying at her summer house for three weeks, boy. You will not be coming, you hear me?" Harry nodded.

Three weeks of no Dursleys! Oh, thank you God!

"So," continued Vernon, "You will stay here and mind the house. I will permit you to…watch TV, but you are not allowed to enter our rooms. Also, this will feed you for the three weeks," Vernon gestured for Harry to extend his palm, and Harry was caught quite surprised when Vernon tipped four 50 pound notes and five 20 pound notes in his hand, "As I said, this money is coming from the goodness of our heart. We could've let you live with Mrs Figg, but she doesn't deserve to put up with riff-raff like you." he sneered, although Vernon clearly looked disgusted at giving Harry so much money.

"However, you must clean the house and garden. If I see so much as a speck of dust on the floor when we come back, you will pay, boy," he growled, "Tell your freaky friends that we're gong but we've given you money to live on, understand?" Vernon asked fiercely.

"Yes, uncle Vernon." replied Harry, trying hard to keep his glee from showing. Vernon turned his nose up.

"Remember, that money is for food only. But knowing you, you'd probably spend it on drugs for your freaky friends, disgusting boy. We're leaving tomorrow at 5:00 in the morning boy." Vernon snapped, "I've given you instructions and money, and I expect that you will keep your side of the bargain." And with that, Vernon stalked off, muttering things like 'blasted freaks and their death threats' under his breath. Harry closed the door, locked it, and eagerly stuffed the money into his trunk.

He could hardly believe his luck. No way the Dursleys would ever be this lenient on him! Harry reasoned that the Order's threats, particularly Moody's, kept his insane relatives in check.

This is great! Conjuring stuff is difficult, but conjuring food doesn't seem to hard. If I can master conjuring food, I can use this money to buy clothes for Mana! Awesome!

Harry returned to reading his transfiguration book. Conjuring things is very difficult, and even if it was done correctly, conjured objects only stay in existence for about half and hour to a day, depending on the power and skill of the wizard or witch who cast it. Professor McGonagall, being a transfiguration mistress, was probably one of the only people in the world who could conjure something into existence and keep it permanent. Harry remembered how, in his second year, Professor McGonagall had conjured sandwiches and pumpkin juice for them after he and Ron were almost busted for crashing into the Whomping Willow. Keeping this in mind, Harry focused on the text:

"Conjuring objects requires great force of mind, and powerful magical ability, for large or complex objects. That is why wizards and witches still prefer to harvest and create objects normally rather than conjure them into existence. House-witches are probably the only type of normal magic users who can conjure something constantly (food) and make it last long enough to be useful.

To conjure an object, one must keep the item they want to conjure in their mind's eye. But that's just the tip of the iceberg. The wizard or witch must know EVERYTHING about the object. What it feels like, what it's made out of, what it does, and in the case of food, what it tastes like. If you don't do this, than the object you conjure may not match what you want. For example, if you were you to conjure parchment and you simply think of it as yellow-brown and in a roll, you might just get a bread roll instead. You must know what a parchment feels like, what it's made out of, and what you do with it to make conjuration successful. If you can do this, than you can pretty much become self-sufficient in life.

The steps in conjuring are as follows: Hold your wand, pointing forwards as you visualise the object you wish to conjure. Now, bring your wand tip up, swing your wand in a loose circle counter-clockwise, then point at a space in front of you and utter the words, "Conjurus", while focusing on the object you want to conjure (Left handers, make a clockwise swing with your left hand) . If you do it right, then the object will be formed by magic and be brought into existence. It may seem tiring at first (it depends on your magical power), but with time and practice, it should become second nature."

Reading the extract carefully, Harry decided to conjure chocolate chip cookies at first. Focusing on the cookies, he made the wand movement and said, "Conjurus!" Harry's first attempts were less than satisfactory. Not only did they stay in existence for less than a minute, but also his conjured cookies did NOT look like cookies. One looked like the head of a Blast-Ended Skrewt with boils, another looked like a rotten apple. Harry was getting tired and discouraged, and was about to give when he heard rustling from his bed. He remembered Mana, and resolved to try harder.

I have to do this. For Mana. It's the least I can do, for my potion screw-up.

After an hour of constant practice, Harry was finally able to conjure three chocolate chip cookies. He picked them up and ate them, savouring their flavour,

"Wow…I did it! And they're not bad, as well, although I'd take Mrs Weasley's cookies any day." After devouring his creations, Harry packed away his book and wand, satisfied that the Ministry of Magic will no longer be after him for any more problems with the 'Use of Under Aged Wizardry'. Harry, after changing into his pyjamas, got into the other side of bed. Because he was skinny, and Mana's body was slim and lithe, both could fit comfortably in the bed. Harry took off his glasses and set on the bedside table, before he began to doze off.

I wonder…if I'll be able to take care of Mana…

(AN: I don't know what the purchasing power of British pounds is, so if that is too much (or too little), I'll adjust my story accordingly.)

Thanks to all my reviewers. Here's a hint of what will happen next chapter: Do you really think Mana is the kind of girl that can buy her own clothes? Oh, and I hope you do realise that Harry has now way of contacting the Order now? What would they think? (hint hint)

At the time of publishing this, for my poll (err…stupid typos), there are two votes for option 2 and three votes for option 3. Seems like there's definite resentment for Dumbledore by the readers…