Disclaimer: I'm afraid that my limited brain capacity would never allow me to produce such a wonderful concept as Harry Potter, nor would my finances allow me to buy him. Therefore, I regretfully state that I own neither Harry Potter, nor any other characters that you may recognize. I'm not even sure if I own the plot.
Note: I'm assuming that you already know the basic story of Harry Potter from books 1 through 5.
'Italics' stand for thoughts/letters or text
Chapter Four: An Odd Conversation
Day One, Late Night:
Dumbledore glanced around him. If his secret informer was correct, the attack would be starting any minute. As if on cue, a group of black-robed figures appeared. They were slightly taken aback to see several witches and wizards already waiting for them. Curses began to fly.
In the midst of the fighting, Dumbledore watched one person carefully. The teen in question was moving easily along, hexing everyone who came in his path. His speed, skill, and strength clearly marked him as Harry Potter, but something was different about him.
'He's not killing anyone,' Dumbledore realized with a start. 'All the spells that he's using are only designed to injure. Actually, he's not even really hurting anyone, at least, not fatally. What's going on?' Determined to find out, the headmaster sent off a quick spell. Harry ducked and responded by moving closer, wand at the ready.
"Professor Dumbledore, how nice to see you."
Beginning to have second thoughts at the emotionless voice, Dumbledore backed away a little, but tried to maintain eye contact. "Why, Harry? Why do you serve Voldemort? You are not evil."
"Why do you serve the Light side?"
"Because it is the right thing to do."
"Precisely."
They dueled for several minutes before Dumbledore spoke again. "Have you met Fawkes, Harry?"
"Perhaps. Why?"
"He told me something very interesting earlier."
"Oh? Does this have something to do with me?"
"Yes, I believe so."
"Well then, by all means, enlighten me."
"I received information concerning this attack and mentioning you by name," Dumbledore said, wary of any eavesdroppers.
"So we have a spy. That's very helpful information." Harry winked at his opponent. "Perhaps things aren't as bad as they seem." And with that cryptic remark, he disapparated with the retreating Death Eaters.
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Day One, Late Night:
As soon as he returned to Hogwarts, Dumbledore placed his memory of the conversation in a pensieve and reviewed it. He immediately saw that not once had Harry seriously tried to hurt him. In fact, throughout the entire time, it looked more like the spells were purposely off target.
After some serious thought, he walked to the fire, threw in a handful of Floo powder, and called out, "Godric's Hollow!"
