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Chapter 2: Is He Real?
It was July 31. Harry's birthday. No one said 'happy birthday', but then again, no one ever did. Then he remembered the letter, so he packed his things to go to the Weasley's home. He had received a letter a week ago telling him that Mr. Weasley would be there to pick him up today.
He had explained this to his aunt and uncle, who were quick to allow him to go. Both because they didn't want to get attacked by a wizard and because they were only too happy to get rid of Harry. It was 2:47. Only 13 more minutes until Mr. Weasley came to pick him up. Harry, though he wouldn't admit it to anyone who asked, was counting down every second until 3:00.
10, 9, 8… he grabbed his stuff and readied himself in the living room, since the Dursleys had decided to stay upstairs …4, 3, 2, 1. Finally, Harry thought. Now, where is he?
Harry needn't have asked that question since the moment he thought that, Mr. Weasley popped into the front room. "How are you, Harry?" he asked softly. "Fine. So, how are we getting there?" Harry replied. The red-haired man pulled out an old, broken piece of a fishing pole. "Portkey, of course. Seeing as you haven't qualified for apparation yet," he answered cheerily.
Harry and Mr. Weasley touched the portkey and were instantly transported to the burrow. It seemed oddly quiet. But maybe that was because of the aurors guarding the house. Harry smiled as he saw the tilted tower of the burrow. This was like his second home, Hogwarts being the first. He had missed the Weasley family; Ron, Ginny, Mrs. Weasley, everyone really.
They made their way through the garden and to the house. Mr. Weasley said his little password, and he and Harry walked into the house.
They were immediately greeted with shouts of 'Happy Birthday!' Harry smiled. He saw that Lupin and Tonks were there, as well as some of the other aurors. All the Weasleys were there, too. Harry knew it wasn't just to tell him happy birthday though. They were also there to see 'Dumbledore'. He didn't care. He was just happy to see them.
Hermione and Ron immediately came over to him and engulfed him in a hug. They talked for a few moments about how their summers had been so far, and so on.
After a few more greetings and some short conversations, there was a knock on the door. Everyone fell silent, the only noise being Mrs. Weasley scurrying to the door to see who was there.
Mrs. Weasley checked out of the eyehole to see who it was. 'Dumbledore' was the one who had knocked. He was wearing his normal velvety purple robes with his half-moon spectacles and odd boots.
She cracked the door open a bit in order to hand him a small bottle filled with clear liquid. "Drink that and state your name and business," she ordered. 'Dumbledore' smiled, his blue eyes twinkling all the while. He drank two drops of the clear liquid. His eyes slid out of focus and he stated in a flat tone, "Albus Dumbledore. I am here to pick up Harry, Ron, and Hermione."
The effect wore off in a few moments and Mrs. Weasley opened the door for him to enter. Her eyes were wide with shock. Dumbledore strode into the room and smiled at them all. He was pleased to see everyone from the Order here at this little gathering. "Dumbledore, would you please sit down. We have a few questions for you," Kingsley said from the corner he was in.
Dumbledore nodded and promptly sat down, prepared to answer their questions. "Of course. After all, you must make sure it is truly me," he said cheerily with a crooked smile. Tonks came forward with another bottle of the clear liquid also known as veritaserum. She gave Dumbledore precisely 3 drops and then backed away towards the rest of the group.
Dumbledore's eyes became unfocused and glassy once more, telling them that the potion had worked. Ron stepped forward to ask his question. They figured they would start off with an easy question. "Why did you award points to Neville at the end of our first year?" Ron asked. "Because he stood up against his own friends for what he thought was right. He showed an unnatural bravery," Dumbledore answered flatly. Ron nodded to the rest, signaling that it was the correct answer and the next question should be asked. He then backed away to the rest of the group as Tonks had.
Hermione then stepped forward. "Where did you send Hagrid after the Triwizard Tournament and what did you hope to accomplish by this?" "I sent Hagrid into the mountains where the giants lived. I hoped that they would side with us instead of Voldemort." Most of the people in the room shuddered at the name. Hermione nodded as Ron had and backed away.
Harry began to get anxious as the questions were asked and each one was answered correctly. He wondered if it was possible that this really was the real Dumbledore, as he patiently waited for his turn. He was told to ask as many questions as he needed after everyone else was finished. Harry was one of the few people that actually knew him fairly well; therefore, he had the more personal questions to ask.
Finally, Harry's turn came. He calmly walked up to where Dumbledore was seated and prepared to ask his question. He knew exactly what to ask.
He took a deep breath and asked, "What is it that you have always wanted for Christmas?" Everyone glanced at each other nervously, not knowing the answer and thinking it was a little strange to ask something like that. "Woolen socks," Dumbledore answered. They couldn't help but smile at the funny answer; they would have laughed as well, had it not been such a serious occasion.
Harry nodded and asked his next question. The entire room tensed as Harry calmly asked, "What were you showing me last year every time we met in your office?" Most people in the room leaned forward expectantly. They had been wondering about this for a long time. "I was showing you certain memories from myself, Bob Ogden, Caractacus Burke, Morfin, Horace Slughorn, and Hokey the house elf."
While the rest of the people in the room were confused, Harry was very close to being absolutely positive that this was in fact the real Dumbledore. How? He didn't know, but there was no way that Voldemort, or anyone else for that matter, could have known what they were doing. He nodded to the others, preparing to ask his final question.
"Who was the other person who could have been the one who survived the killing curse from Voldemort?" Again, everyone shuddered or flinched at the name. "Neville Longbottom," Dumbledore answered simply. Everyone stared, wide-eyed at this. "Neville Longbottom?" some of them whispered. It seemed amazing that he could've actually been the one to be their savior.
The noise died down after Harry nodded. He smiled slightly. "This is definitely the real Dumbledore," he said.
Dumbledore was brought out of his stupor as soon as Harry said that. Everyone crowded around the once-dead headmaster, asking so many questions at once that it would've made anyone's head spin.
"Calm down everyone, calm down," Dumbledore said. Once everyone had quieted down Dumbledore began to speak. "I assume that I passed all of your questions?" he asked. Everyone nodded dumbly, still amazed that he was really there. "And am I right in assuming that you wish to know how I am back?" Everyone nodded again. "Very well. I will tell you."
MA: Mwahaha. I'm being evil by putting in a cliff hanger. But I have the right to do so. Not just because I'm the authoress, but because it makes people review and that's something I need. Otherwise, I have no reason to continue and my mom claims that I'm wasting my time. I'm doing this for the fun, but if no one reviews, then who's to convince my mother!
Yusuke: Ha! I laugh at you!
MA: Shut up or I'll tell Keiko that you skipped out on your last date because you didn't want to miss a TV show.
Yusuke: O.O Shutting up now.
MA: Good. Now find me Kuwabara or I'll tie you up again and use you to get reviews.
Yusuke: O.O' (sweet tone) Oh Kuwabaaaaraaaa! Where aaaare youuuuu? I have some of Yukina's fresh-baked cookies! (walking off to find Kuwabara while luring him with cookies)