Disclaimer: This is a Harry Potter fanfiction. As you all know, JK ROWLING, owns the Harry Potter universe, and therefore I have no claim to it. I read a lot of fanfiction, and as such have probably been influenced by these stories when writing this, however no 'copying' has happened intentionally. I like to think I have been as original as I can be when writing a style of story that has been done countless times by countless people! Nevertheless, enjoy! Please review, I know I would benefit greatly from the feedback and constructive (hopefully) criticsm. Flame if you must, but that's really just a waste of my time, and your own. It won't stop me from writing this!


Chapter 3:

"Excuse me Harry. Your 10am appointment has just arrived. Albus Dumbledore?"

Harry pressed the communications button on the intercom on his phone. "Send him in Jane, and could you bring me a coffee please? Extra strong."

"Yep, sure."

Harry rolled his chair back and stood up, walking to stand beside his desk, and waited for his visitors, curious as to whom the mysterious informant was. Steeling his eyes and raising his occlumency shields, he strengthened his stance as his door opened and Albus Dumbledore stepped into his office, dressed in conspicuous purple silk robes with silver tassels hanging from the collar and sleeves. And he was alone.

Harry said nothing, and stared expectantly at Dumbledore, and obviously shifted his eyes to the empty space beside the old man. Eyes twinkling, Dumbledore answered Harry's silent question with a small smile. "My informant had something do to, and will be here very soon. It is good to see you looking well Harry. I have learned you are quite a highly sought after lawyer in the muggle world, yes?"

"I mainly work in commercial law," answered Harry stiffly. "But I find it most satisfying, if not a little tedious at times."

A sharp knock at the door sounded, and Jane walked in carrying a tray with a large mug of steaming coffee, a cup of tea and a dish of various biscuits, which she set down on the small round table between two opulent leather couches, spilling the liquid a little bit. She then moved towards the door, but Dumbledore held out his arm and blocked her. "Jane, if you wouldn't mind," he said.

Jane froze, and looked over her shoulder at Harry, who was looking mighty confused. "Dumbledore," he said slowly. "If you want my secretary to assist you in something, simply ask cordially. There is no need to restrain her."

Dumbledore opened his mouth to answer, but Jane beat him to it. "Harry," she said, turning fully around to face him and squaring her shoulders. Slowly her facial features morphed, into a very, very familiar face, one of a person much older than "Jane's."

"TONKS!" Harry exclaimed angrily, not at all liking this latest development. "I'm sorry but WHAT IN MERLIN'S NAME WERE YOU DOING POSING AS MY PERSONAL BLOODY ASSISTANT?"

Nymphodora Tonks shrunk a bit under Harry's harsh gaze, but her voice was steady as she answered the fuming man in front of her. "To be honest Harry, it's actually a bit of a fluke. As I think you know, the Order tracked you down to Australia. Dumbledore then assigned one person to each capital city with instructions to immerse ourselves in muggle society and simply keep our eyes open. I found the ad for his job in the paper, applied for it, and was bloody surprised to find you sitting there behind that desk when I came in for the interview. That's really it, I suppose…"

Harry was kicking himself for not picking up (what he could now see, obvious clues of) the true identity of his Personal Assistant, when it had been staring him in the face. Hell she had even seemed FAMILIAR to me. Merlin I'm thick. Harry chastised himself. "You could have said something Tonks," Harry said, slightly disappointed in the woman he had always considered a friend, despite her alliance to Dumbledore.

Tonks shrugged, but Harry could sense in her aura that she felt guilty about her deception.

Dumbledore cleared his throat and said cheerfully, "Shall we sit now?"

Harry agreed, and went towards the couches, but halfway there, turned around and looked at Tonks. "You might not really be 'Jane' except I still need someone answering my phone and sorting my files. Get back to you desk, Tonks."

Blushing, Tonks went humbly back to the front office, jamming her fingers in the doorframe as she shut the door. Harry chuckled at her expense as he heard her swearing on the other side of the door as she nursed her sore fingers.

………………………

Picking up the cup of tea, Dumbledore cleared his throat, ready to begin his no-doubt well prepared and rehearsed speech. But Harry wasn't going to hear it. No, he wasn't a stupid naïve teenager any more, he was an adult, a lawyer no less, and he was dead-set on taking control of the conversation. "You said in your letter that a 'situation had evolved.' What is it, who's the new threat?" Harry said bluntly.

The twinkle in Dumbledore's eyes faltered slightly, but returned as he replied calmly, "It is not so much a new threat. It is the promise of a new threat."

Harry clenched his fists. Damn Dumbledore speaking in his usual riddles. "Explain."

The harshness in Harry's voice obviously surprised Dumbledore, and Harry was more than a little peeved to feel Dumbledore probing gently – trying to enter Harry's mind inconspicuously – against Harry's mind-shields. "Give it up old man, you couldn't enter my mind without my permission back when I was in seventh year, what makes you think anything has changed?"

Unphased, Dumbledore sipped at his tea, and reaching into his pocket, offered Harry a lemon drop. Harry cocked an eyebrow, actually slightly amused at his old headmaster's predictable antics. Come to think of it, Harry pondered, have ever eaten one of his lemon drops? Wonder what they taste like… Bugger, focus Harry.

"Listen, Professor," Harry started, when Dumbledore didn't immediately reply to either of his questions.

"Call me Albus Harry, I am no longer you superior."

"You sure got that right," Harry muttered under his breath. Louder, he said "Tell me now, and tell me straight, why you think you need to tell me about this…promise of a new threat. What is it, and what do you expect from me?" Harry leaned forward intently and clasped his hands.

Dumbledore set his tea cup back on to the tray, and paused, as though collecting his thoughts. Probably trying to work out how he can tell me the least about the situation, what's new? Harry thought cynically.

Dumbledore spoke softly and slowly, carefully choosing his words. "There has been another prophecy. I am not privy to the exact contents of this; however I've been told that those who've heard it believe that it proclaims a new savior of the wizarding world, from a new dark lord. One line in particular apparently suggests that the prophecy will be fulfilled relatively soon, within the next decade…"

Harry frowned. So what did this have to do with him? "Who's the new dark lord? I haven't read a Daily Prophet for over a decade."

"That is one of the most pressing issues," Dumbledore stated, shaking his head. "We don't know."

"… What do you mean 'you don't know'?" Harry accused. "Have there been any suspicious deaths? Anything that hints towards this dark lord's motives?'"

"No. It has been surprisingly peaceful since the last of Voldemort's death eaters were trialed and removed from society. It appears that the prophecy is indicating that the suspect has not yet raised any support, or indeed, has even made any plans. It could be anyone."

"Well…alright." Harry leant back on the couch and mussed up his hair. "So where do I come into this?"

"I would have thought it obvious Harry." Dumbledore said, eyes twinkling. "Who'd be the best trainer and mentor for a potential savior of the wizarding world?"

Harry's eyes bulged. "No, no way. I've had enough of all that crap. I've done my duty and…" Harry paused, remembering his little 'feeling' lately, and that he had told his daughters that if he was needed, he had no choice morally to not aid in any way he could. Harry sighed. "So who is the poor bugger that's got stuck with this prophecy? And who made it anyway? Please don't tell me it was Trelawney."

Dumbledore chuckled, then sobered. "Sybil Trelawney is dead Harry. It appears that she flung herself off of the North Tower after seeing a shape that resembled a grim in her tea-leaves. Tragic really…If she had looked at it from a different direction, it could have been interpreted as a castle, a symbol promising the fulfillment of a lifelong dream…"

Harry tried half-heartedly to look sad, but in all honesty he wasn't all that fussed. He resented the crazy old bat for firstly, making the prophecy about him all those years ago, and then continuing to make his life misery through school, predicting his death three times a week on average, while he was taking her class.

Dumbledore continued with his answer. "The new Divination professor is the only credited diviner alive and sane in the United Kingdom. Although many query her sanity come to think of it…. You are probably not surprised to learn that it is indeed Luna Lovegood."

Harry cocked his eyebrow and looked skeptically at Dumbledore. "Professor, Albus," he corrected himself. "Luna never showed any sign of talent in divination the whole time I knew her, unless you count the fact that she believed every superstition known to wizard kind, and more."

"Luna's technique is extremely different from Sybil's," Dumbledore explained. "You recall that Miss Lovegood always had a knack for stating the blatantly obvious?" At Harry's nod of agreement, he continued. "And of course, she seemed to have quite an intuition of how plans would eventuate, as you would well remember." Again Harry nodded, thinking deeply, it seemed some of the oddities of his good friend actually had a reason! "This little intuition seemed to strengthen after the final battle, and since then people have learned to simply listen to Luna's words with caution. Do you understand?"

"Yeah, yeah, for sure," Harry murmured. "So come on, who's the prophecy about?"

"We know it will be a current Hogwarts student. We also know that they have always excelled in many forms of magic from a young age. The only other clue we have is that they were born in a room with a view of cliff-face. Yes, that last part seems odd does it not? I have arranged for a pensieve viewing of the prophecy for next week, you are more than welcome to accompany me if you wish. Nevertheless, with the assistance of the Order and the co-operation of the Ministry, we have narrowed down the search to just over a dozen students."

"So…" Harry prompted.

"I propose that you teach a special class at Hogwarts next term. The school year begins in less than a month, so you have time to prepare. Teach the students all the basic defense mechanisms, not only physical but mental. Share your knowledge Harry. None of us know how it is you defeated Voldemort. Have you an answer for me?"

"I suspected you would suggest something like that," Harry admitted. "Indeed, I already broached the topic with my family."

Dumbledore froze and the lemon-drop he was halfway through popping into his mouth slipped from his fingers. "Your family!" he exclaimed. "But of course Harry, that is wonderful news."

"Mmmm… I will only agree to work for you if you grant my daughters late enrollment to Hogwarts. I can assure you they are both well above the standard for their age group, and my eldest in particular is very eager to attend a magical school." Harry had to admit he was surprised that Dumbledore wasn't aware of the fact he had children, had Tonks never looked at the photos on his desk?

"Yes, yes, of course Harry, it will be lovely to meet your daughters. I will arrange a nice suite for you and your wife in the staff quarters. Will that be suitable?"

A shadow fell over Harry's normally vibrant eyes. "A single suite will be quite adequate thank you. I will be coming to Hogwarts with my daughters and no one else."

Dumbledore considered attempting legilimency again, but decided against it. He was sure that his questions would be answered soon. He nodded in reply to Harry, and stood up to leave.

As Harry walked Dumbledore to the door, a thought occurred to him. "Albus, I have a dog. The girls would be heartbroken if we had to leave him, as would I."

"A suite with a courtyard it is," Dumbledore conceded, and squeezed Harry's shoulder. He may not have said so, but he really was pleased to see his former student once again, after years of believing him dead. "I will be in touch with you soon Harry."

Harry nodded, and gave Dumbledore a small smile as he followed Dumbledore into the front office. On his way back to his desk, he stopped at "Jane's" desk, and propped himself against it on his hands, balancing his weight in quite an intimidating stance. "Hi Jane," he said cheekily. He decided to let this particular betrayal go, he wanted to have a few friends when he returned to the wizarding world. Tonks looked up and smiled apologetically. "Cancel my appointments for tomorrow, hell, for ever. I'm not going to be here after today. Ask Jim Robertson if he wants my clients. Oh, and bring me another coffee thanks hun."

Tonks scowled at Harry, but was pleased to not be being reprimanded. "My pleasure sir," she replied, got up from her desk immediately, and Harry watched her retreating figure with a smile forming on his face. As much as it pained him to admit it, it was good to see old friends again, and he was actually starting to get excited about the prospect of returning to Hogwarts. It was after all, his first real home…