THROUGH IT YET AGAIN
DISCLAIMER: I do not. I repeat I do not own Harry Potter and its characters. It belonged to J.K. Rowling.
Warning: If you find someone or things who does not seem to belong to J.K. Rowling, then that would be my fault since I'm only using her work to create my own version of Harry Potter.
Notes: Sorry about the delay of chapter 2. It was my mom's fault. She dragged me to see my older sister off to airport. I wasn't supposed to go since she travels a lot like my parents but mom bullied me to come and even bribed me about shopping and watching a movie or something. Anyway it only gave me a nagging headache which resulted in me updating the story the next day.
About the things which might confuse the readers, well just be patient because everything will be answered in time.
Chapter 3
Surprises, Surprises
Professor Albus Dumbledore paced the room of his office at Hogwarts. He was at wits end and couldn't take anymore of the pressure of being the only one standing between the total destruction of all muggle people and the wizarding world. He had used every inch of his time, life and everything he could give to bring down Voldemort and his growing supporters. It was not enough and he knew it.
His thoughts reverted to the forgotten prophecy. He was starting not to believe in it anymore. The hero the people had hoped for was nothing but a normal wizard boy.
Neville Longbottom, the little boy whom he thought could saved the world from Voldemort couldn't even saved himself and not once but several times had almost put the order at his downfall. No, the prophecy was nothing but a fake hope. The world had no one to turn to but take care of his own.
He seated himself on the chair behind the desk. There were only two people who qualified as the child in the prophecy; one was the Neville boy and two, the son who died from the Potters. If only the son of Lily and James had lived. He was named Harry Potter by his parents. He remembered the happy faces of two of the most loyal people he knew. They were a picture to look at but when they found out that their baby could be the child in the prophecy, they were devastated. They didn't want Harry to have the burden of saving the world. Dumbledore sighed, the boy won't have the burden anymore since he died earlier when he was fifteenth months old. He caught a dangerous virus called Kaler's. It was a sickness famous on babies. Lily and James tried everything. They even traveled the whole world just to search for the cure but nothing had worked. They were inconsolable when the boy finally died in the hospital of St. Mungos. He knew the baby and had known it briefly. He was one of the godfathers whom Lily and James asked in the christening. He recalled the green eyes that he had inherited from his mother and black hair that came from his father. He recalled the twinkle of those eyes when he would visit the boy, the clutched of the tiny hand to his when he would offer his pinky. And the feel of that hands around his neck when he would lift the boy up. He cried the day Harry died but no one knew about that. He didn't let anyone knew the hole that was ripped off inside his heart. He consoled the parents but no one was there to console him. May be that was why he didn't want children of his own. If he could care so much for a child that was not his, who knew what he would feel if he had one of his own.
Albus glanced around the room of his office. It was really his refuge from the real world. Here no one would look at him with observance. No one would watch his every move. Here he could be just an old man. A man who didn't have to hide his true feelings. A man who could leave his responsibility for a while. A responsibility which came from having an amount of power which some would claim invincible. He was nothing like that but the wizarding world thought otherwise.
He sighed again. He didn't need the self-pity now. The world needed to look after. Just as he rose, the face of Sirius Black appeared in the fireplace. He went there immediately.
"Professor Dumbledore. We found something." Sirius said in a panicked voice.
"What is it, Sirius? Where are you?" Dumbledore asked in concerned. He didn't want another problem now.
"Still in the hospital," Sirius answered hastily. "We met someone who did wandless magic and he's only sixteen years old."
The headmaster wished Sirius would hurry up. "And? Is he one of them?"
"No, no I- I don't know. He is a patient of the hospital. He- He saved St. Mungos from the Dementors."
"What is the problem, Sirius. Tell me."
"The healers and some people there got a little paranoid at his display of power so we offered to take him with us. When Remus went to retrieve his things and to know who he is through his wand. He found out it belongs to Harry Potter."
Dumbledore needed a minute to absorb the news he was hearing. He fell silent for a long time.
"Where is he now?"
"Remus is with him. We put him in the observation ward in case he tries to do something."
Dumbledore nodded. "And you are talking to me for?" He knew the answer already and thanked the two aurors for thinking this thoroughly.
"The boy wanted to talk to you. I am telling you he looks liked James."
Dumbledore nodded again. "We'll know exactly what is going on and who he is when I see him. Bring him to the headquarters."
Sirius seemed to agree. If they wanted to keep this a secret from the ministry then the orders headquarters was the best bet. Right now the ministry was busy with the problems happening around the world so no one would pay hid to one particular incident at St. Mungos.
"We'll go there now." Said Sirius then his face vanished from the fireplace.
The headmaster went to his table right away and picked up a miniature mason that was laying on the silver plate. He tapped the mason on the small ancient gong next to it. He then went to the stand and picked up his topped robe. Just then the deputy headmistress went in, her emerald cloak swayed with each stride.
"You called, Albus."
"Yes," answered Dumbledore as he put on his robe. "I need to go take care of some business, Minerva. Would you mind looking after Hogwarts for me please."
"Of course, Albus." Minerva watched the Headmaster as if his mind was wandering. She knew the man could be quite secretive about things even though they have known each other for a very long time. She went to him and adjusted the collar of his robe.
"Take care, Albus." She muttered when she was finished.
"Thank you, Minerva." And with a whoosh, he vanished.
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Fourth posted: Sighed…
I'm still looking for Beta so I ask for your patience.
I feel the need to tell you that I'm going out for a while this coming week so I wouldn't be able to update by then. Once I get back I'll try to catch up on my muse since she was ahead of me on this one. Sometimes she was way too far that I was fully missing some of the plots that I needed and eventually had to make her come back to relay it to me.
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