my writing software seems to hate me so this got delayed 2 days to fix it and it of course still doesn't work so I corrected all the spelling but grammar is another story.

this chapter is small only about 2k words but it is some background for you to munch on. the good stuff starts after with a few more of these chapter when I feel I need to put some background it or set up future confrontations

I also have a update about the Harry Potter/Jack Frost thing. It is right now a maybe not a idea because one person said he wants it and who am I to make one person unhappy (get my drift, If not then there is no hope for you)

I'm still sick so writing is a chore but I am on the mend

this was finished on 1/6/2015 but I like to post somewhere near midday.

AN: I don't own Harry Potter or even a HP T-shirt

Harry Potter, The Silver Dragon

By, nickflash

"foreign language"

'spell''spell'

"speech"

'thoughts'

He's not quite dead yet

April 23rd 1986, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Sorcery

A positively ancient looking man was sitting behind his desk looking through some parchment work trying to get through it before lunch. With his paperwork now finished Albus Wulfric Percival Brian Dumbledore headed down to the great hall happy that his work for the day was done humming a random tune under his breath. A few minutes after the aged headmaster left his office a few of the many silver gizmos placed on the shelves started to spin or puff black stone before stopping and/or exploding.

At lunch Dumbledore was enjoying conversation with his staff while looking over all the students "you know minerva this is one of my favorite sights in the world, students chatting happily together without a care in the world"

"I just find it sad that two of my all-time favorite students had to die for this to come about Albus" said a stern faced woman

"it is a true tragedy that young Harry be orphaned to bring us out of the dark ages brought by a deranged madman" as he was saying this Albus looked all his 134 years of age with a sorrowful look on his face. "now I must be off minerva Deloris is trying to push through more anti-werewolf legislation. So for obvious reasons I must meet my allies to try to block it." getting up he moved to the small antichamber and apparated out.

Albus didn't get back until it was almost dinner time 'atleast I managed to block the foul woman's legislation from passing this time' . walking back into his office he noticed the mess but more importantly what caused it "no no no this is not good those were the monitors on harries health I must go immediately, Fawkes take me to 's house" flying off it's perch a beautiful phoenix flew over to him and the both disappeared in a burst of red flame.

The scene Albus arrived at was that of pure destruction not a single building was left standing all was lost to the raging inferno. Pulling out his wand and scanning for Harries magical signature, finding a small bit over by the burned out barn. Running to the barn with speed a old man like him should not posses. Using his wand Albus did a more exact scan trying to find when the signature is only to find only traces in a pile of ash and wood. Levitating the ash and burned wood out of the way in hope Harry survived in a hole only to find it was not the case. Dropping to his knees Albus cried for the first time since the deaths of the elder Potters 'now they are all dead, another family wiped out by Tom's evil taint' pulling himself together after a few moments he stood up looking to Fawks "I failed him Fawkes I failed him. Lets head back nothing more for us here and I need to tell a few people what has transpired" grabbing hold of Fawkes's tail feathers the aged man left in a plume of flame.

Walking into the great hall with a very sorrowful expression on his face Albus walked right over to Minerva "he is dead Minerva I failed him" "who is dead Albus" Minerva said with a look of concern on her face "Harry Potter, it is Harry" taking a breath he continued "what did i do wrong I put all the protections I could on him he was meant to be safe from all looking for him and wishing to use or harm him" getting over her shock "you know as well as I do Albus no castle is perfect there is always a weakness" wiping a tear from her eye she gives him a sad look "lets go to your office I know you have some good whiskey up there" looking up Albus gives her a small nod before they both leave for his office to drink their sorrows away before the consequences must be dealt with.

In a dark office of the ministry of magic on a shelf among many a file glowed briefly. John Wolf being a muggleborn didn't get the good job his near-perfect grades suggest he should get. What he did get is a desk job in one of the most depressing departments on the office of births and deaths part of the records department in the ministry of magic. So he has a lot of ladders to clip to get to the top but this room was depressing because every time a magical dies the file lights up adding their name to the list of deceased. Looking on his list to see who it was that kicked the bucket this time he was both shocked and confused by what he saw 'that is Harry Potters name but the ink is red not black what does that mean' getting up John headed a door down to the office concerning people still living holding the names of all the alive british magicals 'his name is crossed out so HJP is not alive but not properly dead. I need to send this up the chain it is way above my pay level like unspeakable high' writing a note down a note on a piece of parchment John sent it to his supervisor making it his problem.

Cornelius Fudge, minister of magic for the british isles was having a good day he had morning tea and had to nothing else so it is a good day so far just him and his chocolates "minister we may have a problem" setting his snack down he hit the reply rune on his desk "what kind of problem is it that I need to know about it" "the department of records says according to them Harry Potter is no longer alive" "thank you nancy for bringing this to me I will need to think now" 'I need help on this, I know I'll floo Malfoy' stepping over to his fireplace and throwing some powder in he called out "Malfoy manor" and stuck his head in. When Lucius Malfoy heard the minister calling him he told him to come on through. Looking at Fudge even briefly told him he was deeply troubled "what seems to be the problem minister?" after stepping out of the fireplace Fudge told him what he learned "well this sounds like a good opportunity for minister Dumbledore will be busy so we can go down to Gringotts and take the Potter family fortune in the name of the ministry of course" "yes yes that would be good lets make haste" stepping back toward the fireplace Fudge and Malfoy flooed to the Leaky Cauldron. Making a quick walk through Diagon alley the duo reached the Goblin bank. As they walked through the doors Lucius sneered at the Goblin guards while holding his head high. Walking up to the nearest open teller Cornelius spoke up "we are here to claim the Potter vault for the ministry due to the death of the last member and the fact there is no will." the goblin looking up from his accounting book for the first time in the conversation "is that so well then I ought to send you to the Potter account manager. I will call for a escort for you you may wait farther down on the bench" pointing a knobby finger to the back of the reception area. After waiting what had to be half an hour a very annoyed Fudge and Malfoy were finally being led down winding tunnels to their destination. The goblin escorting them took them to a large wooden door carved with the Potter crest across it, the goblin pushed open the door telling them to go inside before slamming it behind them "what a rude little goblin" the sound of a throat clearing then a raspy voice shocked them "that 'rude little goblin' is my son" making quotes with his finger when he repeated what Fudge said. Glaring at Fudge who look cowed Lucius said "we are here to seize the Potter vault" then nudging Fudge to hand over the order. Taking the order from Fudge the goblin looked it over "well this order seems to be right" as he said this both Lucius and Fudge got a greedy gleam in their eyes "but I can't follow it" making both humans frown "why the hell not the ministry has the right to take vaults to which there is not will or no family left to take" the goblin turning to look at Fudge said "while that may be true Harry Potter is most certainly not dead or I would know. So go back to your ministry and wait until he really does die" then threw the order at Fudge who was sputtering about him being dead "the ministry records show Harry Potter is not longer alive" spoke Lucius "well your records may say that but ours are more accurate. Now are you going to leave and stop wasting my time or do I have to get you removed" "no goblin we can see ourselves out" when the door closed one Albus Dumbledore dropped his personal invisibility cloak to sit back down.

"that was enlightening" spoke Albus

"yes it was but what I said was true" spoke the goblin

"is there any way you can tell where he is other than being alive?" asked Albus with a hopeful expression

"sorry there is too little magic to track but when it does we will send you the location" said the goblin with what looked to be a sad expression

"that is more than I have right now but I do hope he shows sooner than later I worry deeply for him. He is all that is left of one of my oldest friends family" collecting himself and wiping away a few tears "I will see myself out I must tell my colleagues the good news" getting up from his chair he gave a short bow to the goblin before walking out the door

"I sure hope we find him I really liked his parents, always respectful like you and unlike others" he mumbled to himself

Arriving at his office albus went the fing Minerva post-haste. Finding her in her office as she was grading papers "I have very good news Minerva" looking up and not daring to hope "what Albus out with it" unable too contain himself he just blurted it out "he is alive Min he lives" shocked Minerva asks to to be sure "who is alive?"

"HARRY POTTER. He survived the fiendfyre somehow" spoke a excited Albus Dumbledore

"where is he Albus?" asked a now extremely happy Minerva

"I don't know but I will never give up searching so long as I live" Albus spoke in a determined voice

"I'll search with you but first a drink" pulling out her wand she summoned her best whiskey. Pouring two glasses and handing one to her friend. Both of them picked up their glass and raised it up.

"To Harry"

"yes to Harry"

downing both their drinks and refilling them she spoke "happy this day did not end up worse"

"indeed Minerva it could have been worse" spoke a pensive Albus Dumbledore looking out the window to the setting sun 'yes it could have been so much worse' thought Albus when he down the second glass "so much worse" he mumbled under his breath.

tha-tha-tha-all folks

nickflash signing out (literally I have work to get to and I'm late)

oh and free cookies (::)(::)(::)(::)(::)(::)

1/7/15 fixed dates