A/N: Here's the next chapter. We got Dumbledore meeting Harry and finding out a bit about Harry's past. Have fun and enjoy the read. Constructive criticism always approve. Destructive criticism is not approved.

Chapter 5

July 30th 1991

"THERE HE IS."

"GET BACK HERE FREAK."

"WHEN I GET MY HANDS ON YOU YOUR GONNA WISH YOU WERE NEVER BORN ASSHOLE."

Same old threats day in, day out. It does get boring after a while .It's such a nice day to. Mused a young black haired green eyed boy right before he was surrounded by a group of five boys ranged from 12- 14.

Looks like I'm surrounded. Again. Thought the boy casually as if this kind of stuff happens to him everyday.

He was in an alley between two buildings. There was a garbage can on one side, a trash compactor farther down, and some street cats who was rummaging for some food.

"You know what today is don't ya Potter?" Sneered one of the boys. He was the largest of the group which automatically made him the leader. He was also the stupidest as well but telling him that to his face would only get you a one way pass to a world of pain.

His name was Stephen.

"It's Tuesday. Didn't you know?" retorted Potter sarcastically.

"NO… I mean yes. I mean….I KNOW WHAT DAY IT IS YOU RETARD!" replied the flummoxed teenager.

"Then why are you asking me the day if you already knew?" Potter innocently asked.

"I'm gonna beat you into the ground so bad for what you did yesterday that even your grandkids are gonna feel it. I know it was you who did it. When I'm through with you there won't be enough of you to fit into a paper bag." Stephen said menacingly. The other four boys just laughed as if he just said the funniest thing in the world.

"Hey it's not my fault I opened the door just as you were in the middle of….entertaining yourself with a girl. I heard some weird noises coming from your room and wondered if you were in pain. Though I do wonder why the girl asked if your dick is in yet? I mean you were practically right on top of her." Potter shot back smirking. Seeing him get worked up he continued to taunt him.

"Or is the reason why you're angry the fact that the whole building heard your conversation over the building's P.A system? It's a sad day when a person deliberately records another person's conversation and then plays said conversation for everyone to hear. Or was it the fact that everyone was laughing at you. I would certainly be embarrassed if something like that happened to me." Potter sighed in mock sadness.

As Potter spoke Stephen's face was turning an alarming shade of red either from anger or embarrassment. Most likely from both Harry mused.

"THAT'S IT. GET HIM." Stephen yelled.

Harry just waited patiently for them to come. If he were an ordinary boy then he would be terrified of the gang surrounding him but Harry knew he's not ordinary. Ever since he was young strange things happened around Harry that he couldn't explain. He didn't know why strange things occurred around him just that they did.

He didn't even realize that he was the cause of all those occurrences until he found himself on the roof of the school after being chased by some of the kids in the school who made fun of the kids from the orphanage because they had no parents. After realizing that he did something that made him come on to the roof he started experimenting.

Harry tried to teleport again but found that he couldn't. He remembered when he was nine how he wanted to get some cookies from the kitchen but he couldn't reach the jar on top of the refrigerator.. He was really mad and wanted it so much that the cookie jar flew towards him. He ducked and the jar crashed into the wall breaking it. He also remembered how much trouble he was in afterwards as well. He realized that he really wanted that cookie so he got it. He had to truly want something in order to let his gift work and practiced as much as he can. He was eight years old at the time.

After that he could do things he thought weren't possible before. They were nothing on a big scale but little things. He could summon objects to himself if they were near him; he could lift objects of the floor as well. Recently, he found that he could read the minds of other people as well. He had to be looking at them in the eye to get a clear read into their minds but he could also hear thoughts without looking directly in their eyes but he had to be within five feet of them. It also took a lot out of him if he did use that method. Not useful in most situations but in a fist fight it's a good skill to have to avoid some unwanted pain. He still couldn't teleport though which really pissed him off.

Harry stretched out his senses to the maximum. His body was alert and ready for action. He knew he couldn't beat them directly but having been in similar situations before he knew what worked well enough for him. All of his muscles were tensed in preparation. He looked left and right to see who would attack first.

{There!}

Two of the boys rushed him from the sides and went to grab him but before they could reach him Harry was already in motion. Harry timed it perfectly so that the second he jumped back the two boys crashed into each other and fell to the floor knocked out. To the other gang members it was like one second he was there and the next second he was not. It took him months and many beatings for him to even achieve that much.

The second Harry jumped backwards his elbow was already in motion aimed at the person behind him. With the momentum of the jump propelling him Harry hit the boy behind him in the gut. It was only a jab but it caused the boy to instinctively grab his stomach in pain. Before he could react Harry was already making another move. As soon as his elbow hit he spun around and used the speed of the spin to add some power to his leg. Harry used the added power in his knee and hit the boy in the groin causing the boy to immediately move his hands from his gut to his groin while falling to the floor.

In less than a minute Harry took out the three boys. The remaining two watched dumfounded that a little ten year old boy took out three of their own so fast.

Harry turned and faced the remaining two.

"Who's next?" Harry said arrogantly.

Both the boys looked at each other and with a nod of their heads they rushed at Harry. Harry seeing both boys run towards him waited for them to get closer.

Stephen slowed down just enough to let the other boy get in front of him and watched him go after Harry. He locked his eyes with Harry which allowed him to read his mind.

{I'm going to feint a right and hit him with a left hook.}

That was the thought going through the boy's mind as how to approach Harry. He thought that one solid punch to the face would be enough. He feinted right and immediately went with a left hook but Harry who saw the plan in the boy's mind ignored the feint and ducked underneath the left hook. While ducking, he raised his hand and summoned a cat who was on the trash can to the left side of the boy. The startled cat flew through the air and landed on the boy's head. The cat started scratching the boy's face and digging its nails so that he wouldn't fall terrified. The boy was flailing his arms trying to get the cat off him. He spun around and smacked the back of his head into the wall knocking him out. The cat jumped off the boy and scampered down the street.

The boy named Stephen stood there shaking in his boots. Harry seeing this took a step towards Stephen but he backed up a few steps.

"H-o-o—wwwww d-d-d-d-i-i-d-d-d-d y-y-ouuuuuu do th-a-a-at?" Stephen stuttered out.

"With magic." Harry said smoothly.

"Now I'm going to turn you into a frog with my powers. Mwahahahaha!" Harry cackled evily.

He took another step towards Stephen when a putrid smell assaulted his nose. It seemed that Stephen was so terrified his bowels emptied themselves in his pants. Before Harry could do anything Stephen hightailed it out of the alley as fast as his shit filled pants allowed him to. Harry seeing him flee let out a breath of relief.

Thank god he ran. I don't think I would have been able to stop him. Oh well his loss. I'm getting better at bullshitting people. Maybe I should be an actor? Anyway let's see what we got here.

Harry rummaged through the pockets of the remaining boys. He took the cash from their wallets and threw the wallets away.

Hmmm. £ 25. Not bad. Better save it for when I really need it. Better head back to the orphanage, it's getting late and I don't need another reason to get in trouble with the old bat especially since I sneaked out to begin with.

With that last thought in mind Harry headed back to St. Mary's orphanage located at the East End of London, one of the poorest areas in London. He stayed close to the walls and used the various back alleys and shortcuts to get back. It wouldn't due for him to get jumped by some random mugger after all the trouble he went through. Unknown to Harry, his magic responded to his intent and cast a notice-me-not charm on himself making him invisible to the eyes of others. Harry managed to sneak back to the orphanage and into his room without any further problems. He took the money he "appropriated" from Stephen's gang and placed it in his hiding spot inside the bible. He changed into his secondhand pajamas and went to bed.

Before he went to sleep his last thought was that he hoped tomorrow would be a peaceful day but Harry didn't know that tonight would be the last time he would have a peaceful day.


July 31st 1991

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Deputy Headmistress' Office

Minerva McGonagall, Deputy Headmistress, Head of Gryffindor house, Professor of Transfiguration at Hogwarts had many responsibilities. It was her job to teach her class to the best of her abilities, provide counsel to the students of her house, perform various administrative duties, and a host of other responsibilities. One of those other responsibilities was to fetch and introduce students who come from non-magical backgrounds to Hogwarts. Non- magical people more commonly called muggles are told of the wizarding world if they have a child who display's a talent for magic. The magical child would then be informed on their eleventh birthday about the magical world and how it pertains to them. The witch or wizard who comes from a non magical family is called a muggleborn or for a more offensive term "mudblood" from certain pure-blood families.

Muggle-born is the term applied to wizards and witches who come from Muggle parents. A Muggle-born would have a magical ancestor in their genealogy, possibly numerous generations back that allows them the ability to use magic. Pure-blood supremacists refer to Muggle-borns with the offensive derogatory term Mudblood, a term similar to racial and ethnic slurs found in the non-magical world.

Pure-bloods is the term applied to witches and wizards whose whole family comes from a line of magic users. Some families believe they are better than others especially to first generation wizards and so degrade who they feel are "inferior" to them due to their supposedly tainted "blood."

Sitting at her desk Minerva was looking over the list of new first year students who would be coming to Hogwarts and seeing which students would need an introduction to the magical world.

Let's see what we've got here.

Susan Bones. Niece of Amelia Bones, Head of Magical Law Enforcement. Parents murdered by death eaters. Fair and trustworthy wizards respected in the community.

Hermione Granger, muggle-born. Should have attended Hogwarts last year but due to her birthday being after term starts had to wait a whole year.

Draco Malfoy, a member of the house of Malfoy, a pureblood family and most likely as arrogant and bigoted as his father.

Padma and Parvati Patil, twin daughters of Indian Ambassador Parikshit Patil sent to improve relations between India and Britian. Pure-blood wizards known for open mindness with other non pureblood witches and wizards.

Harry Potter, son of Lily and JamessssssssssssSSSSSSSS.

Minerva McGonagall was not a woman who could be easily surprised. It took something of enormous proportion that would render her shocked. She had lived through two wars, fought numerous battles, survived the chaos that was the Marauders, but none of those circumstances even came close to the feeling she had now.

It's impossible. He can't be alive. The whole house was burned down. It can't be him. I have to see Albus. He'll know what's going on.

The normally unflappable Professor McGonagall literally bolted from her chair clutching the list in her hand and ran as fast as she could to Dumbledore's office. If there were students in the hallway they would have seen the unusual sight of a flustered professor running through the halls with no sense to propriety.

She reached Dumbledore's office on the second floor and the gargoyle that guards the entrance let her come in. She stepped on the rotating stairs to take her up and while going up used her wand to restore her appearance back to her level of decency.

Without knocking on the door she barged into his office and strode up to the desk to Dumbledore's shock and placed a sheet of parchment on his desk.

"Is there anything I can do for you today Minerva?" said the Headmaster jovially with his ever present twinkle in his eyes.

"This is the parchment for all new incoming students that are due to start Hogwarts this fall. Take a look at the name under the Patils." Minerva replied sternly.

Dumbledore decided to humor Minerva and looked at the list. The minute he saw the name Harry Potter written on it the humor vanished from his eyes. Thinking his eyes must be playing tricks on him he looked again but his name was still there.

"How is this possible Albus? He can't be alive. He was legally declared dead by the ministry." McGonagall exclaimed seeing Albus' shock.

"We both know that the registry puts the names of all the magical children in the surrounding areas. It also show's the names of all the deceased children before the reached eleven with a line through it and as we can clearly see Harry's name does not have a line through it." Dumbledore explained quite confused.

"Also remember we never found young Harry's body Minerva. It could be quite possible that we missed something." He finished.

Still, how is it possible he is alive? Could it have been the prophecy at work? 'The power he knows not.'

"Minerva, do you have his letter? We can go to the address listed and see if it is really him."

"Yes that is a good plan. Now where is that letter?" Rummaging through the letters it took her a minute to find it. "Aha, it's right here. It says St. Mary's orphanage located at the East End of London. Albus that's one of the poorest areas in all of London." Minerva said worried that if it is really Harry Potter then he grew up in one of the worst neighborhoods of London.

"I'm sure young Harry will be fine. I think I should go personally and see if it is really him." Dumbledore said kindly standing up.

"Are you sure you should go by yourself Albus?" Minerva asked worried.

"I know I haven't fetched a new student in quite a while but I think I know how to deal with them. I might be a little rusty but I'm sure it'll come back to me. Like riding a broomstick."Albus replied chuckling.

"Of course. My apologies Albus. Please alert me of your return and what you find." Minerva bantered back in her usual Scottish brogue.

"Quite alright my dear. I'll see you as soon as I get back." Dumbledore answered back walking to his fireplace making sure to grab the letter before he left. He threw some floo powder in, stepped in and shouting "Leaky Cauldron" and disappearing in a flame of green fire.

"Good luck Albus." Said Minerva to herself before leaving the empty room.


St. Mary's Orphanage

Albus Dumbledore walked down the bustling London street ignoring the looks he was receiving from the various muggles he passed by. He was wearing a light purple suit that looked like it came from the early fifties. He turned a corner and walked towards an old fashioned building that had seen better days. He walked past the open iron gates in the front and up the lane. He reached the door and knocked once loudly. After waiting a minute a young man who looked about nineteen opened the door.

"Good afternoon. My name is Albus Dumbledore and I am the Headmaster of a prestigious boarding school. May I come in and speak with the person in charge?" Dumbledore asked pleasantly using a mild compulsion charm on the person.

"Sure." the young man stepped aside to let him come in the compulsion charm taking effect.

"Let me show you to her office." With that he led Dumbledore down the hallway tiled in black and white. It was a little run down but clean. He knocked once at the door and entered.

Sitting behind the desk on a phone was a skinny middle aged woman. Her features were sharp and stern. She waved him in and gestured for them to sit while she continued talking on the phone. After a few more words were exchanged she hung up.

She told the young man he could leave the room and left the two people alone. The room was an office. The furniture was old but still usable. There were some file cabinets and a couple of photos of herslef with a few others in it presumably family and friends.

"My name is Alice Ashford and I run the orphanage here. How can I help you Mister…." The woman named Alice trailed of purposely.

"Dumbledore. Albus Dumbledore. I am the Headmaster of Hogwarts. A prestigious boarding school located in Scotland. I was wondering if I could ask you some questions about a ward in your care by the name of Harry Potter."

"Potter, Potter. Let me see." She got up and walked over to a file cabinet. She opened it up and thumbed through it for a few moments before pulling out a file.

Potter, Harry James was the name on the side. She opened it up and skimmed through the information for a few moments.

"Ah yes. I remember now. Came in here about three years ago. No family to speak of and nobody ever claimed him. Polite but quiet boy. Keeps to himself mostly. Why do you want know?" Mrs. Ashford inquired.

"I knew his parents before they died. I had thought that young Harry had perished along with them. It seems that rumors of his demise were false which I am grateful for. When I had found out he was alive I had to make sure that he was okay and also to offer him a place at my school." Dumbledore answered.

"Are you sure it's the same boy you're looking for?"

"I'm not sure but I believe that he is. If I could see him then I would be able to make a positive identification."

"How did you find him if you thought he was dead?"

"Well…" Dumbledore trailed off not quite sure how to answer that. It's not like he could say that the magical registry told him Harry's address and he came all the way from Scotland only an hour ago.

Before he could answer Mrs. Ashford started firing off many questions that would have caused problems for Dumbledore. Like how he was able to find him now and not before, where he was all this time, what he intended to do now that he found him, will he be adopting Harry. She also asked Dumbledore to show some identification that proved he was who he said he was and information about the school.

"Of course madam. How remiss of me to forget to show you. I have it all right here in my pocket." He slipped the wand out of his pocket while grabbing a piece of paper from her desk at the same time. Before Mrs. Ashford could say anything Dumbledore waved his wand once and passed her the piece of paper.

"It seems everything is in order. Forgive me for doubting your claims." She answered meekly after seeing the proof.

"No problem at all. As a headmaster who is entrusted with the safety of the children under my charge I understand your caution. A friend of mine was always fond of using the phrase 'constant vigilance.'" Said Dumbledore gently with a twinkle in his eye.

"Now can you tell me how young Harry got to be in your care?" Dumbledore asked.

"Let me see here in the file." Looking at the papers for a minute she answered that he was brought here three years ago from an orphanage located in Surrey after it closed down due to the former manager being arrested for embezzlement.

"He was brought to the Surrey orphanage on November 1, 1981. The only thing that the person who dropped him off said was his name and that was it." She read.

"Can you tell me the name of the person who dropped him off?" Dumbledore inquired.

"It's against policy to give out this information without proper documents." Another wave of Dumbledore's wand banished that obstacle.

"Yes let me see. It says a man by the name of Vernon Dursley dropped him off. " She answered.

"Dursley…? Why does that name seem familiar?" Dumbledore mumbled to himself. After thinking for a second he remembered that Dursley was the husband of Lily's sister Petunia. He remembered Lily's rant about how much of a prejudiced, bigoted bastard he was according to Minerva. Which begs the question how did Harry end up at the Dursley's of all places? He would have to have a talk with them later.

"Is there anything else Mr. Dursley did?" Dumbledore questioned.

"Yes. He said that he didn't want the child to be placed with his family ever and to never contact him regarding the child again. Strange. Wonder why he would think that?" Mrs. Ashford mused before shrugging it off. After all she's seen other people do and say worse.

"I see." If he is who I think he is then this might complicate things a bit.

"Was there any marks on Mr. Potter when he was brought in?"Asked Dumbledore wondering if the attack by Voldemort left any signs on Harry.

"Now that you mention it yeah he does have a scar. It's a peculiar shaped scar. It looks like a lightning bolt. It's on his forehead. The doctor who examined him said it would stay with him for the rest of his life." She looked at Dumbledore and asked, "Why did you want to know?"

"Just in case any medical problems we were unaware of occurred." Was his reply while he was thinking could it be Voldemort marking Harry?

"I was wondering if you could tell me anything about Harry Potter's history here? So I can better relate to him and help him in any way possible." Dumbledore said earnestly.

"I don't know too much about the boy due to how understaffed I am. What I can tell you is that he is a quiet yet polite boy. Doesn't try to call attention to himself. He's also a little…odd."

"Odd how?"

Here Mrs. Ashford hesitated unsure as how to answer. "No matter what I say he'll definitely have a place at your school?"

"If he is who I think he is then yes he will have a place at my school regardless of anything you reveal to me today." Dumbledore assured her.

Finally she answered, "Strange things happen around him. There have been incidents…."

Dumbledore did not press just waited for her to continue.

"Jack Reynolds tried to steal Harry's toy dog one time but the second he grabbed it the dog bit Jack. The dog was alive and I don't know how it got there. He says that Harry did it but he was out his reach at the time. Jack says the dog was a toy before Harry did something but I don't see how that's possible. Also he turned a girl named Eliza's whole body neon green. The day before they were arguing about something and the next day her body changed colors. It took a few hours before the color finally faded. She thought he put something in her shampoo and soap but that's impossible since he was with a counselor all day." She finished off.

Both of them sat in silence for the next few minutes. One letting the other absorb all the information he has just received and the other letting his mind at work.

"Thank you for the information and for indulging my curiosity. I wonder if I can see Mr. Potter now?" Dumbledore asked breaking the silence.

"Yes of course. Follow me." Mrs. Ashford led him out of her office and up the steps calling out instructions and reprimands along the way. The orphans looked out there rooms when they saw Mrs. Ashford walk by with the strange man. They were dressed in second hand clothing and looked well taken care of but you could see that it was a depressing place to grow up.

"Here you go." She knocked on the door and entered the room.

"Harry? You have a visitor. He would like to talk with you for a few minutes." She said before letting Dumbledore enter the room.

"This is Mr. Dumbledore and he'll explain why he wants to talk to you." To Dumbledore she said, "I'll just leave you to it." She finished and left the room.

She closed the door behind her leaving the two alone. The room was Spartan with only a bed on the side, a small dresser, and a couple of books. There was one window and it was open.

Dumbledore looked at the boy sitting on the bed eying him, scrutinizing him as if he was measuring him up.

Harry Potter, for there was no doubt in his mind now that this boy was indeed the son of James and Lily Potter and he was alive.

He was a handsome boy of eleven, looking almost exactly like his father but without the glasses. Same messy black hair, same build, almost the same height at that age but he had his mother's green eyes and nose. There was also a faded lightning bolt scar on his forehead. Dumbledore was amazed that the boy did not look the worse for wear. His clothes, while obviously secondhand, was in good condition, as was his room though the room had barely anything in it to begin with. No, Harry did not look as if he was suffering of being raised in an orphanage. Tom Riddle didn't look like he suffered either but then again Tom was a bully and thrived on it. Harry's face seemed to be look exactly as the same emotionless mask that Riddle had when Dumbledore introduced him to the wizarding world the first time.

While looking into each others eyes Dumbledore was about to send a probe just to skin his surface thoughts and get a read on the Potter heir before he felt a probe enter his mind before his occlumency shields slammed down. Bringing down his shields startled Harry and broke the connection between the two.

Dumbledore was shocked. A student being able to read the minds of others and not even formally trained in the mind arts spoke of great power and mental discipline.

How was he able to enter my mind? He should not be able to do that? Were the incredulous thoughts going through his mind while his outward reaction did not change behind his mind thoughts and half-formed plans began to take shape.

"Good afternoon Harry. My name is Albus Dumbledore. I am the Headmaster of Hogwarts, a school for gifted people such as yourself." Dumbledore said standing.

"Hogwarts? Never heard of it. Sorry. Besides I think you got the wrong boy. I'm just an orphan with no special gift." Said Harry neutrally.

"I assure you I have not. I am here to offer you a place at Hogwarts."

"Yeah well what if I don't want to go? Huh? You can't make me if I don't want to." Sneered Harry.

"I don't want to force you to do anything you are uncomfortable with but if you could hear me out." Continued Dumbledore patiently.

Harry jumped from his bed and backed against the wall. He looked at Dumbledore furious.

"You can't fool me. Your hear to send me to juvie. Professor, of course----well you can't make me. I didn't do anything."

"I'm not from juvie. I am the Headmaster of a prestigious school for people such as yourself."

"Yeah? A school for people like me? You mean for people who get in trouble. I'm not a troublemaker. Trouble likes me not the other way around so you can just take your offer and shove it up your wrinkly ass Headmaster. Also----"

"Hogwarts is a school for people who can do magic." Dumbledore cut in.

There was a profound silence after that. Neither person making a move after Dumbledore's last statement. Harry didn't know if he should believe him or not.

"Magic?" Harry asked skeptically.

"Correct." Said Dumbledore.

"A school for magic?"

"Yes. Your parents went there."

"My parents?" asked Harry eager to hear about the two people who he has never heard anything about.

"Yes your parents. Lily and James Potter. Two of the finest people ever to grace the halls of Hogwarts." Reminisced Dumbledore.

"What happened to them? My parents." Harry said curious.

Dumbledore heaved a great sigh looking his age.

"They died soon after you were born. We all thought that you had died as well until today when your name was spotted on the registry." Explained Dumbledore. Harry was saddened to hear the news and could tell the old man did not want to talk about it.

"Can...can you do magic?" Asked Harry changing the subject.

"Yes I can."

"Show me please." Harry added at the end as to not appear rude.

Dumbledore drew his wand from his pocket and pointed it at the floor and casually flicked it. Instantly a comfortable chintz chair appeared out of air. He pocketed his wand and sat down groaning comfortably.

Harry just watched amazed. He tentatively reached out his hand and touched the chair wondering if it would disappear any second.

"Amazing."Harry breathed out. "And I can learn to do that if I go to your school?"

"Among other things." replied Dumbledore amused.

"I can do some stuff of my own." Harry said abruptly.

"Really? I wonder if you could satisfy an old man's curiosity? Can you show me what it is that you can do?" Dumbledore inquired.

"Sure," Harry said. He turned to the dresser and with a wave of his hand the book that rested upon it flew to him.

Blue eyes widened slightly. "Impressive," he murmured.

Dumbledore's amused expression turned serious here.

"You must not tell others of your ability to do magic. If you do you will be expelled from Hogwarts and the Ministry of Magic—yes we have our own ministry—will punish you to the full extent of the law. If you wish to enter our world you must abide by the rules. Understood?"

"I understand." Said Harry neutrally.

"Good." Replied Dumbledore the amused look in his eyes. He reached into his pocket and withdrew an envelope.

"This is your Hogwarts letter. Inside it you will find your letter of acceptance, your ticket for the train that will take you to Hogwarts, and list of supplies you need."

"And where can a person get all these supplies?"

"Diagon Alley. It is the main shopping area of wizard's."

"I don't have any money to buy this sir." Said Harry weakly feeling depressed that he wouldn't learn magic.

"Your parents have left you a vault full of money. It is located at the wizarding bank Gringotts." Retorted Dumbledore.

"Will we be going today?" asked Harry.

Dumbledore took out his pocket watch which did not look like any watch Harry has seen before. It has twelve hands. Instead of having numbers, little planets move along the edge of the face.

"I'm sorry Harry but we do not have enough time today. I will send a member of my staff to help you get all your supplies. They will be here in a couple of days. Is that satisfactory to you?" Inquired Dumbledore.

"Yes. Thank you sir." Said Harry gratefully.

"It's no problem my boy. I will see you on the first of September. Remember to take the train from Kings Cross on that day. Take care Harry." Dumbledore got up and with a wave of his wand vanished the chair he was sitting on. Blue eyes locked onto green eyes as both measured each other. For a moment it reminded Dumbledore of another dark-haired wizard he met in a similar situation. He blinked and the image was gone. He looked at Harry once more then walked through the door and left.

Magic, huh? Sounds like fun though.

The last thought running through his mind before he went down for dinner was wondering why he couldn't read his mind and what the next day would bring.