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Headmaster Dumbledore
Harry woke up feeling disoriented, he didn't recognise himself. He was lying on a big comfortable bed, surrounded by the colour green.
BANG! The door to the room was slammed open.
"Are you awake, Harry?" Harry sat up with a jerk in the bed. Oh, yes. He was in his dad's house. Well actually, it belonged to his grandparents, as his dad was an eleven year old.
"Come on. It's morning." James whined, climbing up on Harry's bed and starting to jump up and down, making the bed creak. Harry yawned, it looked like James was having fun.
Harry looked up at the laughing James, and decided to join in on the fun. Soon they were jumping and laughing so hard, that Mr Potter decided to stick his head in. He was hit on the head by a stray pillow. He harrumphed to try to get their attention, but they didn't hear him. When a second pillow was thrown his way, he decided to take action instead.
Harry was the first one to be hit by a pillow, and James who was doubling up in laughter at Harry's surprised look, managed to avoid his, after falling down on the floor, landing on his bottom.
"Now then boys. If I could have your attention?" They both looked up guiltily at Mr Potter, who was looking stern.
"Last one down gets to help mom with the dishes." He said, turning in the doorway. James and Harry sped of and managed to win the race by pushing Mr Potter into a guestroom, using combined forces.
"Did you see his face?" James and Harry walked into the kitchen smiling, Mrs Potter sat at the table drinking a glass of orange juice.
"Good morning boys. Did you sleep well?" They both returned her good morning and mumbled a muffled yes, between bites of toast. She shook her head at them. When Mr Potter finally got down, they both started giggling at the look on his face.
"Looks like I'm helping you with the dishes today, darling." he said before sitting down. Mrs Potter just shook her head.
A White and brown speckled owl flew in through the open window, with the Daily Prophet for Mr Potter. The front page screamed out:
Major Deatheater attack in Surrey, yesterday. Many casualties.
Mrs Potter looked as Harry's face fell, at the sight of the front page.
"Maybe you should read that later, dear." she said quietly to Mr Potter.
"Oh. It's alright. It's just…did a lot of people die?" Harry asked, looking at Mr Potter, who folded the paper and nodded.
"The first attack killed most, the second one was anticipated by the ministry, so we managed to disrupt it." He answered Harry. Mrs Potter looked disapproving, but didn't stop her husband from answering Harry's question.
"Can Harry and I go flying after breakfast?" James suddenly asked, feeling left out.
"We'll see after lunch." His father answered. James face fell, he looked at Harry who was reaching for another piece of toast.
"Is it because of Harry? I mean, are you scared that he'll get another attack?" Harry turned quickly to look at James. His dad was looking worried.
"No James, but I would like to be present when your out there. I need to see the competition. Everyone knows that I'm the best Potter on a broom. James snorted and turned to Harry.
"You want to play a game of Gobstones?" James asked. Harry nodded and they hurried out after saying thank you and may we leave the table.
"Boys at that age." was all Mrs Potter muttered after them, her eyes were a bit moist.
Harry and James had changed their minds half way upstairs. James wanted to give Harry a tour of his room. After two hours, Mrs Potter opened the door to James's room and gasped.
"You two are not getting out of this room until it's cleaned! Is that clear!" she said before shutting the door. She even forgot to tell them what she had come for.
Harry and James looked around the room, it was a little bit messy. All of James's books were out on the floor, and it was a lot of books, because he'd wanted to show Harry his secret hideaway place. A small door was attached to the wall behind the bookshelf, it led to a small cupboard.
James had told Harry that he always hid his not-allowed-to-have things in there. Harry thought it reminded him a bit too much, of the cupboard under the stairs, it was full of spider webs.
The bed had been messed up, as they had had another pillow fight on top of it. They started with the bookshelf, lifting all of James's books back in, they then made the bed together, after having yet another short pillow fight. They were laughing heavily, when Mrs Potter looked in again.
"Good. I was wondering what you'd like for lunch? It will be made for twelve o'clock." she said, straightening the bedcover. They decided on shepherds' pie, as that was James's favourite.
It had been about an hour since Mrs Potter had been up the last time. Harry and James had moved to Harry's room. They were playing a heated game of Gobstones, James was the very humble winner.
"Ha! I won again! I am the best! Yes that's what I said!" he was doing a very goofy victory dance. Harry was lying on the floor with tears streaming down his cheeks, laughing so hard. His dad was great fun, maybe a little spoilt, but he was after all not used to sharing, being a single child.
"So what shall we do now?" James asked, calming down."Mom said she'd be up when lunch is finished." Harry shrugged his shoulders, he was fine there on the floor, and he thought James had a little too much energy.
"Do you have any friends near by?" he asked, thinking about Sirius and Remus. James slumped down on the floor next to him.
"Yeah, my friend Frank. He lives just across the garden." Harry, who hadn't seen an end to the garden wasn't sure just how close that was.
"He's a Gryffindor." James added, sounding awed. Harry smiled at him.
"You want to be a Gryffindor then?" he asked, James sat up straight.
"Of course I want to be a Gryffindor. What else?" he said in an-are-you-mad voice.
"You want to be a Gryffindor don't you?" He asked, suspiciously. Harry nodded.
"I can't really see my self in any other house." He answered. James visibly relaxed at the answer.
"What. You thought I'd say Slytherin?" Harry teased. James looked a little uncomfortable.
"Well your dad did go to Durmstrang." He answered quietly. Harry blessed the fact that James was looking down on the floor. He was sure, that his face would have been revealing other wise. Durmstrang! A Potter!
"What are you two boys whispering about?" Mrs Potter entered the room, smiling at them. "We're going to be Gryffindors." James stated arrogantly. Mrs Potter had a wicked glint in her eyes.
"Oh, I don't know James. I was a Ravenclaw, my self. So you never know." James looked horrified at the thought. Harry and Mrs Potter both burst out laughing at his face, James looked insulted, before deciding to join in the laughter.
"Come on boys. Lunch is on the table. Your father should be here soon as well." Mrs Potter said after a good laugh. They all walked down stairs, James and Harry chatting about Quidditch, until they were seated at the table.
"…could fly after lunch." James turned around in his seat at the sounds of voices coming nearer.
"Hello boys. Had a good morning?" Mr Potter came in to the dining room. Walking calmly behind him was Dumbledore. Harry choked on the drink he'd been sipping on. "Professor Dumbledore!" he exclaimed. Dumbledore looked very surprised at Harry's outburst.
"Yes, that is who I am. Have we met somewhere?" He looked searchingly at Harry, who was by now blushing heavily, he'd done it again, spoken without thinking first.
"Albus, this is my nephew, Harry. Harry, this is Headmaster Albus Dumbledore." Harry nodded, looking down at the table, what was he to do? Dumbledore's eyes were twinkling as they always had. Harry was certain that Dumbledore could read his mind if he wanted to. It wasn't as if Harry had learnt Occlumency from him either, last year. Maybe he just wasn't supposed to learn it.
"Hello Harry." Dumbledore turned back to Mr Potter, and they were seated. Harry was surprised when they ignored him. He had been sure that Dumbledore was there to talk with him, about his vision. He blushed at the disappointment he felt, but at the same time, he felt glad that they ignored him. James, who was seated next to him, leaned closer.
"He's the headmaster at Hogwarts." he whispered, in awe.
"I know." Harry whispered back, taking a bite of the pie.
"What are you two whispering about?" Mrs Potter asked.
"Nothing." they both said at the same time, starting to laugh. She looked happy enough with them laughing. They were soon engaged in a heated Quidditch talk.
"I heard you have a missing owl?" Dumbledore suddenly asked. Harry looked up at him in hope.
"You've found her?" he asked. Dumbledore looked a little uncomfortable.
"Alas no. But I'm sure she'll come back eventually." He said, looking sorry for having mentioned her. Harry slumped down in the chair.
"Have you had her for a long time?" Dumbledore asked. Harry nodded.
"She was given to me as a birthday present. She was my first friend." Harry stated quietly. He was actually starting to believe that the things had disappeared whilst he was time travelling, but he couldn't ask now, could he. He would have his answer when they went shopping for wands.
"Harold told me you have had a vision of sorts and that it wasn't your first?" Harry suspected that this was what Dumbledore had wanted to ask of him, all the time. Harry rubbed his forehead unconsciously.
"Yes." was all he said, feeling uncomfortable. Usually Dumbledore knew these things, it felt weird having to tell him about something as commonly known as his visions.
"It's a strange gift." Dumbledore said. Harry twitched.
"It's not a gift!" he stated crossly, looking down on the table. Dumbledore nodded in understanding.
"I guess that it all depends on what you're seeing?" he stated, looking at Harry over his half-moon glasses. Harry rubbed his eyes, knowing what the professor was out after. He wanted Harry to tell him what he'd seen earlier.
Mrs Potter suddenly stood and walked over to him.
"Here Harry. I completely forgot to give you these, they will correct themselves after your eyes." she handled him a pair of glasses, it felt great to be able to see again. He saw Mr Potter look at his wife disapprovingly. She in turn just shrugged her shoulders looking innocent.
"I saw Voldemort, talking to one of his Deatheaters. They were talking about me surviving the attack. Voldemort used the crutiatus curse on the deatheater because, he'd given orders to not let anyone survive." Harry didn't lift his eyes from the table. It was so quiet around the table, that he could hear the others breathing.
CRASH! James's chair toppled backwards. Harry looked up from the table and saw that they all were looking at him with shocked faces, James didn't even try to get up.
"You saw the man who killed your dad inside your head?" James edged away slightly. "That's sick!" he said. Harry looked down on the table. Great, his dad was now officially scared of him, Harry thought. Mrs Potter quickly stood up and walked over to him.
"It doesn't change anything, Harry. You're you, and it was only a vision." she said hugging him tightly, sending James a scolding look.
"Sorry. I didn't mean that you were sick! Just having someone else, in your head." James said pointedly, Stepping closer.
"You had a vision about Voldemort?" Dumbledore finally asked, sounding worried.
"When did these visions start, Harry?" Harry who had been about to say, summer before my fourth year, caught himself in time.
"I don't know." he said instead. He buried his head in Mrs Potters shoulder, so that he wouldn't have to look Dumbledore in the eyes.
"I have never heard of any one in the Potter family having seer abilities, must come from his mothers side." Mr Potter said to Dumbledore.
"I am NOT a seer!" Harry exclaimed, deeply insulted. He was not at all like Trelawney. They all looked at him.
"I'm not! I've never had any other visions, except for the ones about Voldemort!" he said angrily.
"You only have visions about Voldemort?" Dumbledore asked immediately. Harry groaned. "I really don't want to talk about it." Harry shook his head, he was not saying another word. "Another game of Gobstones?" He asked James instead.
"Sure." James said, obviously taking Harry's side in this ping-pong game of words, between Harry and Dumbledore.
"Mom can we please leave the table?" he asked, politely. He and Harry left the silent dining room, after she gave them a nod.
Mr Potter came in to James room a little later asking if they wanted to go outside and fly. Both boys jumped up and practically dragged him out of the house.
Harry almost cried at the broom he was handed, it was so old. James was already up in the air waiting for him and Mr Potter was eyeing him.
"You have flown before haven't you?" He whispered so that James couldn't hear. Harry smiled and nodded.
Harry stopped examining the broom and zoomed off. It wasn't too bad he thought once up in the air. He had to get used to it though. He smiled at James and dived straight for the ground. He pulled up much sooner than he would have before, it could clearly go a little bit lower Harry thought. Mr Potter eyed him a little verily by now. James on the other hand looked delighted.
"I want to do that." He exclaimed. Harry felt a little nervous as his dad plummeted towards the ground. Luckily he rose before coming to close to the ground, he did look a little green.
"It's not as if chasers have to dive that often." He said in a puffed out voice. Mr Potter nodded vigorously at that.
"Where on earth did you learn to fly, Harry? Your dad was rubbish on a broom." Harry was glad that his grandfather said that as he might have said something later on.
"I don't know. Guess I'm a natural." Harry said modestly.
"Of course you are, you are a Potter after all." Harry had a guess he knew where James got his arrogance from.
They stayed outside until it was bedtime. Mrs Potter came in and gave Harry a good night kiss before turning the lights of and Harry had a real good nights sleep.