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 Five: False Hope?
Day One, Late Night:
"Albus, hello, how are you? Were you at the Ministry? I didn't see you."
Dumbledore smiled at the head of the Auror division, James Potter. "Hello, James. I'm fine, thank you. I was indeed at the Ministry; that's why I need to talk to you. Can you and Lily meet me tomorrow morning in my office? Say, ten?"
"Certainly. But what is this about?"
"You'll see. I don't want to get your hopes up or anything."
Lily Potter came in just as Dumbledore's head disappeared from the fireplace. "What was that?"
"That was Albus, dear, being as secretive as usual. He wants to see us at ten tomorrow morning." James wrapped his arms around his wife and gave her a gentle kiss. "Now we should go to bed. It's really very late."
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Day Two, Morning:
At the appointed time, Lily and James sat in Dumbledore's office, waiting patiently. The headmaster placed his pensieve in front of them as he explained how he had known about the attack.
"I received a strange note warning me about the upcoming raid. It was signed, 'The One in the Prophecy.'" Lily gasped and James turned white, but neither spoke. Dumbledore continued, "Fawkes was the one who delivered this note and you know that he wouldn't do that for someone untrustworthy. I decided to act on the information. During the battle, I ran into Harry and we dueled. Now I would like to show you my memory of the event."
The Potters watched in silence. When it was over, Lily was crying, but James looked at Dumbledore in confusion. "Why did you show this to us? Are you saying that Harry has turned traitor and is spying for us? How could he have found out about the prophecy?"
"I don't know, James. I don't want to give you false hope, but I felt you should know."
"Thank you, Albus. We appreciate it," Lily said softly. "Please tell us if anything else comes up."
"I will." Dumbledore sighed as they left, remembering the terrible night when Voldemort had kidnapped the one-year-old Harry. His parents had been heartbroken, even more so when their son began actively fighting against them. In a way, though, they were proud of his skill, and he was undoubtedly a powerful wizard. It was a pity that he was on the wrong side.
