Memories to Remember

By JamesPotterIsMine

Chapter 4: Dumbledore's Discussion

The door slowly creaked open revealing a younger Albus Dumbledore, is long silver beard still had a few wisps of grey and had a few less wrinkles. Seeing Harry first, Dumbledore said quietly,

"What have you done now James?"

"Nothing Professor," replied James, pushing his way to the front, "Just showing Mr. Harry Pottol here to your office. He wanted to speak to you." Dumbledore carefully looked at James and Harry, and then smiled.

"Sorry, Mr. Pottol. You just look extraordinarily like James. Now what could I do for you?" Harry looked directly into his eyes and thought hard, 'I need to speak to you in private...' The boys looked confused. Why hadn't Harry answered the Professor?

"A Telepathist, I see..." Harry nodded silently. Then thought hard, 'Now!' making Dumbledore move to the side and smile at him.

"Yes! Good idea! No time like the present!" He ushered Harry into the office, then smiled at the other boys.

"I believe you are currently serving a detention?" The Marauders took sideways glances at each other, before rushing down the stairs and back towards the Hospital Wing. You didn't want to see Madam Krench mad, it wasn't a pretty sight.

Harry looked around the office, and noticed it looked exactly the same as it did in the future, from the spindly table with the silver instruments and the sleeping snoring paintings, leaning against their frames. Dumbledore walked swiftly over to his seat and pointed at a cushioned chintz chair in front of his desk.

"Please, Harry, take a seat." He said kindly. Harry walked quietly over to the chair and sat down.

"So, Mr. Pottol, could you please tell me your purpose here at?" Harry looked down at his feet for a moment before saying,

"I was kind of hoping you could tell me, Professor." Dumbledore raised his eyebrows with surprise but signaled Harry to continue.

"You see, I was outside with my friend's sister when all of a sudden, a white smoke came out of no where and surrounded me. Everything went black." Harry looked up and said "Then I wake up to find a crazed Healer over me trying to make me swallow a hundred potions at once."

Dumbledore chuckled lightly before asking the next question.

"Now, if I may ask, what time are you truly from, Mr. Potter?" Harry gasped.

"How did you-, you know what? I don't think I need to ask that. You're not Albus Dumbledore for nothing... Any way, I'm from the year 2006, (A/N if some one knows the real year Harry is in his 7th year, please tell me so I can fix that). Dumbledore smiled.

"Yes. I can see the resemblance. James Potter is your father, am I correct?" Harry nodded weakly as he stared into those deep blue eyes.

"Ah. Well," he said standing up and walking forward and shaking Harry's hand. "Welcome, Mister Harry Pottol, exchange student from Ireland, to Hogwarts!" Harry smiled as Dumbledore continued.

"We can have you sorted at dinner tonight, if you don't mind, that is?"

"Of course not Professor anytime is good for me."

"Well then, best go down to the kitchens and get yourself a snack, we've already had lunch. The house elves well get what ever you fancy, but be sure to emphasize the fact that your coming down for a snack, or you might not need another meal for a while."

Grinning Harry waved good bye to the Professor who nodded kindly back, and as he walked down the halls towards the painting of the fruit bowl, Harry couldn't help but think that he was going to enjoy this life as Harry Pottol.

A/N Well, there you have it! Chapter 4! Thank you everyone who has reviewed, I really do enjoy reading them. If you have any suggestions on anything or any questions, plz feel free to ask and I'll answer as best as I can! Have a great night (or day, it's Sunday night right now, but I don't know when your reading it.)