An old man woke up to a loud horn like noise that echoed across his living quarters and office. He had long white beard reaching past his chest and he wore half moon glasses and had twinkling blue eyes.
He crawled out of bed and walked down the brown mahogany steps into a large office with thousands of old headmaster and headmistress paintings. His chair is made of mahogany wood, the same wood as the rest of his furniture. He sits down at his table and looks at all of his strange instruments that are made of a silver material and blaring loudly.
"Well that is odd why are they all beeping so loudly." Dumbledore wonder out loud. In a sudden leap of realization he jumps up and runs to his fireplace and grabs some silver powder, where he then throws it into the fire place yelling "Bagshot's Griffin Place."
Five seconds late a huge poof of green fire lights up another fire place and out stumbles the old headmaster. "Albus." A wrinkly old prune of a lady tries to shout. "What is the meaning of this, why are you here so early."
"Bathilda I'm sorry I had hoped you would still be in bed, but I can't have you remembering this." Dumbledore says sadly and he takes out his wand.
"What... Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore you'd better explain right now or else I will publish your love life to the wizarding world faster than you can say Godric Gryffindor." Bathilda shouts in old granny voice.
"I am sorry Bathilda but it is for the greater good that you don't remember I was here." He explains softly. "Obliviate!" A silvery beam shot out of The Elder Wand and hit Bathilda Bagshot erasing her memory of the last several minutes.
"Ummm hummm deee deee dumm." The old lady begins humming with a far away look in her eyes.
Dumbledore runs out of the house and into the cool sunny day of November the first. He slows down to a fast walk. Several muggles stare at him in his purple robes with shiny silver stars, they usher there children away from the "strange man," which to him, the great Albus Dumbledore is a huge insult.
He turns the last street and nearly stops cold, because before him completely in ruins is the Potter's house unseen by these mundane creatures around him. He continues inside the building ready to get his weapon and "savior " for the wizarding world. He sees the rubble around the child's crib, he sighs in relief as he notices nothing has hit the child's crib. He walks closer to it and peers inside, he gasps in shock as plan after plan crumbles around him. His mind lies shattered in disbelief because the boy has disappeared. I must make the best of it I will have to use Neville and lie to the public about what happened here. He thinks to himself while pacing the floor after coming to a decision he disapparates to the edge of the wards around Longbottom Manor.
As he reaches the manor he hears loud tortured screaming. He speeds up to a sprinting pace and stumbles into a room with Bellatrix Lestrange torturing the parents of Neville. "Tell me what happened to the Dark Lord you filthy little Blood traitors." Bellatrix screams. He whips out his wand and shoots the stunning spell at Bellatrix right before they stop screaming and lose there minds.
After casting numerous diagnostic spells on the lost couple he stands up to find Neville. He casts a spell to locate humans and it comes up positive in the male Longbottom's study. He walks through the manor to find the child, he finds him finally in a large marble room with a shield that has the Longbottom coat of arms behind a desk made of dark oak. The little baby boy is bawling on the hard wooden desk.. The child had blonde hair and brown eyes and he was maddeningly bawling his eyes out.
After calming the child down he went back to the parent used Bellatrix's wand to cast the killing curse at Neville's parents and then performed a complex memory change on Bellatrix to make her remember killing Neville's parent he than disapperates, after erasing all of his magical signatures, to the edge of the wards and walked back in. He gasped in pretend fear, bound Bellatrix Lestrange and took her to ministry explaining his way of events and presenting the memory of him gasping in fear and binding Bellatrix. He than presents the Longbottom boy to the world naming him the "Boy who lived."
He of course he than goes back to Godrics Hollow and happens to chance upon Sirius Black. A man with long black locks and the classic pureblooded grey eyes. "Ah Sirius tragic is it not that James and Lily died." Dumbledore pretends to comfort
"You! it's your fault they died how could you not protect them well enough, you bastard." Padfoot snarls with a look of pure loathing on his face.
"Ah I feared that this would happen." Dumbledore states with tone of sad airiness. "I am sorry Sirius. Obliviate!" Dumbledore cries pointing his wand at Sirius' face as he focuses on the prophecy and why they went into hiding. . He disapparates back to Hogwarts where he falls into Morpheus's land.
"Wait Death I have another question." Death sighs in annoyance
"What is it now"
"Do I get to be immortal cause you won't kill me?" Harry question with youthful curiosity.
"Yes you can't die" Death says with exasperation.
Footsteps echoed across the vast emptiness as they ventured through it Death seemed to know where they were going but he didn't see anything besides the whiteness. They had both wandered across the vast whiteness and had come across a large fluttering curtain held up by a large obsidian made archway. For Harry it sounded as though his mother was pleading with the dark lord to not kill him and he heard the killing curse being cast multiple times.
"This is the place" Death whispers. "You must step through and begin your training" He speaks in a foreboding tone.
"But... what does the training entail exactly." Harry asks quietly.
"You will learn magic beyond wizards kind capabilities. You will learn to judge souls by staring into there eyes and you shall be able to..." Death trails off with a far away look on his face.
"What was the last thing I can do" He asks.
"Nothing important at all, just something." Death whispers in his ever the same tone of voice. "Now let us begin."
He takes one small step towards the veil and then another finally accepting his destiny he takes on final step and pushes through the flimsy curtain. It felt like the whole front side of his body was being torn away from the rest of his body and pulled forward at extreme speeds. He could see random light here and there seemingly multicolored vortex. He could see a light ahead a very black light that seemed to suck the very light around him in, it was getting closer if he could scream he would have. Harry finally went through the black hole and stumbled around with all the grace of a newborn babe. He stumbled around a nice little wooden cottage it had several chairs around a full black granite table with several white glass cups and a window facing a twilight sky.
Death placed a bony hand on his shoulder which cause Harry so jump out of skin in surprise. "This where you will train in the art of judging souls."
"Judging souls, like a god does." The skepticism obvious in his tone.
"Yes" Death says with a laugh.
"Now I will show you the other two places."
"What why aren't we going to stay here and train until I'm ready to move on." Harry speaks with confusion evident on his face.
"Because, don't worry we will come back just not yet." Death says. They walk back to the portal only now the light at the end of the tunnel is a deep grassy green. As they exit he enters a large field of grass with a giant hill encircled by a Stonehenge looking thing. "This is a portal to the mortal realm it of course leads to Stonehenge." Death commented. "This is where you will learn ancient magic. We will start your training here."