Dumbledore watched on curiously as the memory played through, a memory not of his own, well as far as he knew at any rate. Fawkes had been the one to give it to him, though the way his loyal friend had suddenly changed was somewhat worrying. One moment he was restfully sleeping, the next, his eyes wide, a panicked screech escaping. Acting as if he were late for something.

He stared as the pensive's swirls quickly took on shape, giving him the expected third person form. He didn't recognise the location, it was for the most part dull, what with the mounds of plain fields he could see, one or two mountains appearing in the distance. However, as he focused ahead towards the centre, he could see a, rather likely magical by the sheer size, large tree forming up. Had it not been the singular tree in sight, it would've been relatively normal, of course what made it even more odd was the small house near the giant tree's roots.

When the memory suddenly shifted, the tell tale sign of apparition, a wary feeling sprung up inside him. The only reason his view would've reacted the way it did was if he was the cause. When he turned back, he grew a wary look to his face. In front of him was a practical, somewhat younger, copy of himself.

He had up until this point never seen the curious place before. He watched on passively as his copy knocked on the door to the house.

The moment his eyes landed on Lenora Grace, a sigh escaped the headmaster's mouth. This was not likely to be pleasant. Especially judging from the look of horror etched on the woman's face.

...

"Goddamit, goddamit..."

"Lenora-"

"GOD DAMMIT!" The woman yelled off. Utterly livid. One hand grasping the side of her head, her eyes rapidly moving around in different directions, glowing brighter as the seconds past. Swirls of magic slowly, but surely, increased in content and speed as they seemed to orbit around the woman.

Dumbledore hesitated as he stared on... Was she using her gift? Even with the anger gracing the woman's face, Dumbledore still found himself almost hypnotised as he watched the woman's magic course through... How many could she see? How many at once...

"What part of 'leave me alone,' don't you understand?" Lenora suddenly questioned, surprisingly calmly, a downcast look on her face, her gaze no longer focused, the bright light from earlier long gone.

Before the headmaster could answer, Lenora to his surprise adopted a neutral look and further to add onto his wariness questioned him if he wanted some tea. And that he had 15 minutes. She never gave him the chance to reply.

"I am going to get that tea for you, It's already been prepared, the box on the left of the red armchair has Sherbet lemons in it and yes, I am the one that gave Gideon Prewett all his ideas, No I will not explain why I said 15 minutes, And yes if you do decide to overstay, which I doubt you will though I am not entirely sure there, I will get violent." And then the woman simply walked off towards her kitchen.

Dumbledore stood their somewhat dazed as he turned around and took a seat on the red armchair, it oddly matched his clothing... His mind briefly tried to process the woman words before another sigh escaped him. He was starting to understand what each and every single one of the woman's classmates, teachers and students had meant when they told him it was as if she could read their minds. Even after extensive tests that came up negative on any Legillemency being used or minds being attacked in any way shape or form.

He sighed again, she couldn't read their minds. She could see their future, particularly around her. It was no wonder the Prewett twins had had such outstanding success... And he hadn't noticed one bit... And then it dawned on him, his eyes quickly taking in said woman as she returned, a tray in her hands, an unreadable expression on her face. He hadn't noticed, because she'd always known the best way to avoid him.

"Headmaster," The woman etched a stony smile on her face, "Don't ask."

Albus sweat dropped, he'd been about to ask why she would get violent...

...

"Why didn't you ever tell me? If I had known you were behind half of your... Dearly departed husband and his brother's plans, I would've invited you amongst us. I do not see why you wished to hide,"

Lenora rolled her eyes at the question, "Didn't want the spotlight, next,"

Dumbledore blinked at the answer, as he was about to speak up however, Lenora interrupted him once again.

"No, I didn't leave because you got my husband killed."

The blow hit him as hard as expected.

"I left because my survival depended on my hiding myself."

"Yo-"

"Yes, I saw the future and went along with it, And no I saw a lot more then one before making my decision, and yes I did in fact use the ability during my years at Hogwarts."

Dumbledore opened his mouth.

"No I didn't cheat with it."

Dumbledore stared at the woman.

"Well, at least for the first four years."

Dumbledore once again opened up his mouth-

"I used it so I can get questions wrong."

"Yo-"

"Yes, I failed a few of them on purpose,"

"Why woul-"

"If I prepared the questions beforehand I could leave earlier."

Dumbledore sighed.

"No-"

"Lenora." Dumbledore interrupted quickly.

Lenora was about to say something else, before an almost impish grin etched itself on her face. For a second the strain lines seemed to soften for a moment.

"Let me speak, you do not need to consistently strain your magic-"

"Headmaster, do you have any idea how much practice I've had with this?" She added on, a twinkle in her eyes.

"How long-"

"How long you known me?" She questioned with a raised eyebrow for her answer. "5 Minutes," she added on as an afterthought.

Albus's eyes widened in alarm, "Why? What happens after 5 minutes?"

A glint filled the woman's eyes, "You leave."

Dumbledore furrowed his brows, "You'd be safer at Hogwa-"

"No, it's too late for me."

"What?" Dumbledore questioned in alarm.

"The moment someone found me. That was it. There are no more futures with my survival."

Dumbledore felt numb as he stared at the woman, "No... Th-"

"Headmaster, 3 minutes. Don't argue with me on this, I've seen every argument you could give me. And yes I can see that much further ahead, though I do strain myself when looking too far ahead, yes it is a much slower process.

"What happens if I don't leave?" Dumbledore simply questioned without skipping a beat.

"Then you're interfering with my son's life. You don't want to do that. I am expecting a visitor soon."

"Who?"

"My great aunt," Lenora answered without missing a beat, "I am giving my son to her, she'll keep him safe."

"Hogwart-"

"2 minutes."

"Lenora you can't just give-"

"Sorry headmaster but it's a little to late I am afraid, looks like I was 2 minutes behind," She gave him a sad smile. And for a brief moment, Dumbledore could've sworn he'd seen a necklace appear around the woman's neck. Moment's later and he was back in his office, a dazed look on his face and Fawkes on his shoulder.

...

Dumbledore watched the memory warily, he was worried about the look on his past self's face, almost as if he'd been oblivia-

"What'cha watching?" Dumbledore blinked as he heard a voice seemingly come from nowhere. He quickly removed himself from the Pensieve, taking in the amused Slytherin In front of him. "Rodrick, how did you get in?"

"Phoenix," The boy almost singsonged for a moment as he took a seat on one of the chairs.

"I am surprised you didn't simply poke your head in, " Dumbledore remarked, his mind trying to process the entire memory, idly wondering why Fawkes had both held back on telling him he was missing a memory and the fact he'd waited for this particular moment to let him see it. Though why he'd chosen this exact moment, Dumbledore was unsure.

A shudder seemed to pass through the boy in front of him, "No thanks, I do not want to accidentally see what you watch in your private time,"

Dumbledore blinked, a frown quickly appearing as Fawkes of all started laughing.

"So what was it? Anything about You-Know-Who?"

"Well not exactly," Dumbledore wasn't sure how he felt about revealing the memory, though considering the contents, no doubt the boy deserved every right to know... The timing was less then ideal, all things considered... Was that the reason Fawkes seemed so adamant in having him view it? Perhaps he should just tell him.

"It was more of a-" He settled on answering the question.

Before to the surprise of both of them, a more intrigued look taking over the boy's face, likely not even interested to the irony of it all, a sudden burst of fire that filled the room. Followed by Daphne Greengrass, Tracey Davis and what looked like a small dragon appearing in front of them.

When Fawkes started snickering to itself, Dumbledore, visibly twitched at his loyal 'friend,' he quickly turned towards the small dragon, a frown appearing as he realised it was likely the cause of the sudden apparition... What on earth-

"Psst. Fawkes, what's so funny?"

"Rodrick, do you mind explaining why there's an apparating dragon in my office?"

Both of the girls froze, their laughter dying out as they realised the predicament they were in.

"Oh it's actually a phoenix, in a dragon's body."

Dumbledore blinked, "Excuse me?"

"Yup, gave it the wrong potion. Supposed to just make it a sentient dragon, instead it's a phoenix in the shape of a dragon."

Rodrick shrugged off, "See, watch this," he quickly pat the spot beside Fawkes, amused to see the dragon quickly apparate towards the, easily the most amused, creature in the room. Fawkes gazed at the small creature, a twinkle in it's eyes.

Dumbledore just sighed. One started a war... One could see the future and another is creating sentient dragons that can recreate Phoenix travel... Honestly... Where was all this during my school years...

"Can't believe you actually trusted Draco to apparate you,"

Dumbledore's calm facade almost broke at the name of the miniature dragon... He was tempted to send a letter to Lucius, wait did he mean it was dang-

"It was a bad idea?" Daphne remarked a pale look on her face.

"Well, I mean he could barely apparate before," Rodrick snorted, though there was definitely a proud look on his face. The boy turned towards Fawkes. "Probably because it's your feather," He grinned. Amused to see Fawkes straighten out at the words. The dragon a confused look on it's face, drool slowly escaping it's mouth. It was either hungry or tired.

A dull look filled Daphne's face. "Tracey... I am turning into him..." She mumbled incoherently. "Help..."

Tracey, barely able to restrain her laughter, slowly patted her friend in the shoulder. Rodrick utterly oblivious to her state.

The old man simply shook his head as he relaxed back into his seat, that was likely enough for him for the day, honestly... As difficult as it was, Fawkes was right. He should stop looking into the past so much. "Rodrick, I look forward to what you create next,"

"So I can keep it?" The boy questioned eagerly. And oddly enough it was young Davis that amused him the most, the Slytherin attempting the most innocent look she could muster as she stared him in the eyes.

"I am not entirel-"

"Either that or I learn to read minds." Rodrick shrugged.

"Rodrick!" Daphne's energy suddenly returned, her face full of alarm at the thought.

"What?" He questioned back with a grin, "Ain't Illegal,"

Dumbledore sweatdropped, a tired look on his face, as he stared at the young child. The grin still present on his face.

"Only, if you win the Tri-Wizard tournament." He decided to joke.

"Sure, I am keeping it by my side until then though," Rodrick replied before saying a few words to his new pet. Daphne and Tracey quickly running towards him as they realised what he was doing. Dumbledore raised an amused eyebrow as he felt the small silencing charm quickly cover him.

"Don't even think about it!" Daphne yelled off just as as she, Tracey and Rodrick all disappeared.

Dumbledore felt a shudder run down his back, Fawkes laughed.

'Oh dear...'

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Author notes/Edit: Honestly not sure how I feel about this chapter after rereading it. I was supposed to put more emphasis at the start on the flashback with Lenora but I didn't want to reveal too much either... The ability she uses, I believe, has been referenced once or twice, I definitely remember Sirius mentioning it in some way. It is actually a major plot point regarding this story, so I had to be careful.

Rereading it though, I am not even sure if it came out properly or not.

Edit No.2: Added quite a bit dialogue following Rodrick and the others appearance in the office.