Disclaimer: I'm too young to be Rowling, so Harry Potter sadly cannot be mine…

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HOGWARTS

THE BEGINNING OF THE FIRST YEAR

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Harry James Potter

Harry was nervous. He ran up and down the house, searching for things he just knew he would need in Hogwarts!

"Harry! Stop!"

Harry stopped mid-step and looked up to see one of his uncles standing in the doorway.

"Don't panic. You've been trained for this since you could talk," the nice twin-uncle said.

"But… but what if I do something wrong? What if I forget something? What…?!"

"Harry!" Harry stopped mid-sentence and looked at his uncle with huge, panicked eyes. His uncle just sighed and shook his head.

"Alright. Let's just start over, brat."

Harry looked at his uncle with pleading eyes. His uncle snorted, then said: "Filius Flittwick."

Harry's answer was instantly.

"Charms Master and Professor. Half-goblin. Fair. Hates people who do not do their homework or come late to class. Head of Ravenclaw. Loves to learn and read. Loves riddles. Loyal to the White King to a certain extent."

"What do you do?"

"Stay away. Keep under his radar and try to act mediocre."

"Yes. Pomona Sprout."

"Portly woman. Loves to garden. No interest in anything but her children and plants. No interest in politics. Head of Hufflepuff. Herbology Professor. Dangerous when furious. Stay on friendly terms and do not stand out."

"Good. Minerva McGonagall," said the uncle.

"Do not cross," the boy answered. "Severe but fair. Loyal to the White King. She will report to him. She also is no-one who will listen if you try. She has a too high workload to really help anyone. Head of Gryffindor and Transfiguration Professor. Deputy Headmistress. Quidditch maniac and opponent of Severus Snape."

"Good," Harry was praised. "Severus Snape."

"Potion Master and Professor. Master Occlumens and Legilimens. Double spy. Did change sides because of mum. Most hated Professor in school. Biased towards everyone but his own house. Head of Slytherin. Hates Harry and James Potter with passion," Harry said then he grinned. "Cross him as often as you like – you get hot chocolate in detention. Is a better cook than the nice twin-uncle."

The answer was a cuff on his head from his uncle.

"Brat," the nice twin-uncle said fondly. "Sybil Trelawney."

"Fraud," the boy answered immediately. "Divination teacher. Will take her class in third year as it is an easy one to do. Just lie about Seeing anything. The Black King could dance naked in front of her and she wouldn't know it."

The nice twin-uncle snorted.

"Remember, Harry: It's 'Voldemort', not 'The Black King'," he corrected. Harry just shrugged.

"Says the right one," he countered. "You always call him 'The Black King'!"

"Doesn't matter to me," his uncle said shrugging. "I do not 'exist' out here right now, forgotten? I can call him everything I want as long as I start not 'existing' out there again."

Harry just snorted.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," he said. "I will remember to call him 'Voooldeeeemoooort' as soon as I leave here."

"Good."

Harry just grinned.

"I will love to see their faces when I call The Black King by name without fear!"

"Brat! You just love to scare people!"

The mischievous smile on the face of the young boy definitely did not reassure anyone…

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The Black Conspiracy

"So… how far are we with our plans?" P.T. asked his three conspirators.

"Report and we will know," C.P., the Head of the Black Conspiracy, said.

Silence filled the room, then P.T. spoke again: "A year or two maybe until we're good."

"A little longer, please," another one, named R.A. when they met as the Black Conspiracy, said. "It's far too fast if we do it in a year or two. We need another year or two to bring the chess game down."

"You just want to slack off in the next few years!" number three, named S.O. within the Conspiracy, said.

"Slack off?! I've three jobs to do! Try to be an Unspeakable, a Hunter for certain artefacts and the one who infiltrates the ministry! I am sorry if I want a little bit more time before having to be ready!"

"Well, I want us to be ready as fast as possible. I have enough of sharing my bed just because someone cannot be bothered to sleep on the sofa! And I'm not even talking about my work!" P.T. said sourly.

The answer was a stuck out tongue from S.O.

"See! And I have to put up with this every minute of my life!"

"Oh, shut up! He isn't that bad – and you definitely do not share every minute of your life with him!" R.A. exclaimed annoyed.

"Really? Then tell me one time – just one – where I wasn't at least near him!"

R.A. opened his mouth… then he closed it again with a snap.

"Shit" he said.

"Yes" P.T. said. "So please…"

"Ouch" the other said. "You really must be desperate to plead with us!"

The answer was a laugh from the miscreant.

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Albus Dumbledore

Albus Dumbledore was sitting at his desk, looking at the stone Hagird had brought him.

He sighed.

It was finally time. Finally he would start to 'train' Harry. He just hoped that all was well and Petunia truly had acted like he had guessed she would. He hoped that she had not suddenly started to like Harry. Of course, Albus Dumbledore hoped that Harry had not been treated too badly.

He needed the boy feeling left out but not abused – at least not too much abused.

Harry needed to be a hero who wanted to please others but not an abused child who did not dare to do anything…

He just hoped he had done the right thing…

And so Albus Dumbledore was sitting in his seat behind his desk, staring at the stone that would be his first test for Harry, contemplating his now starting plans…