1 Year Later
Albus rose from his sleep on a cloudless Monday morning an hour before breakfast. He noticed that Harry must have fallen off his bed during the night, so slowly gaining his feet; he shuffled over and kneeled beside Harry. Knowing that the 3-year-old does not like waking early, Albus gently shook his shoulder as not to cause his head to bounce on the floor.
Harry swatting Albus's hand away from him slowly stretched and yawned with a jaggedly toothy smile, making Albus's eyes twinkle. Harry looked expectantly up at his unasked mentor with bleary morning eyes, for this morning like all previous he expected food soon. Little did he know Albus finally thought it acceptable for him to transverse down to the Great Hall for the first time, to share in a meal with all of the students and staff.
Albus grinning to himself was thinking about the reactions of all the castles occupants learning that 'The-Boy-Who-Lived' was living in the headmaster's office of their school. He silently hoped that Harry would be well received.
"Harry I think it is around time we eat," stated the ever-obvious Albus. To which the shouted reply was "Food!"
Slowly rising back to his feet while Harry jumped up and ran to the chamber door, Albus chuckling at Harry's enthusiasm, made his way quicker than usual before Harry had the chance to call an elf from the kitchen for his breakfast. Catching up to Harry, who was sprawled on the carpet having tripped over its edge, Albus picked him up, dusting off his knees, easily motioned Harry towards the outer door, leading to his office.
Harry, never being allowed to venture through this door before was bouncing on his feet with excitement, because he had always wondered what was behind it.
On their way down Harry tripped over various cracks between the stones of the old school, which was only possible because he had a habit to drag his feet on everything. Reaching the marble staircase Albus picked Harry up and carried him down to prevent further accidents. Upon reaching the bottom he carefully set Harry on the floor as he was afraid of dropping the child. Gently pushing the doors to the Great Hall open, Albus motioned Harry to follow him to the head table.
"Albus what is the meaning of bringing a child into this school!" exclaimed McGonagall as they neared the head table.
"I fear that this child will be living in this school until he is able to attend as a student," explained Albus. He knew that using Harry's name would force him into a long explanation of how he came to be in the school.
McGonagall thinking this was the end of the discussion returned to her seat, and gently smiled at the child walking along the head table. Albus, relieved from having to talk about Harry's appearance at the school, drew his wand from his robes and flicked it to the space beside his chair (A/N: more like a throne) conjuring a new chair taller than the rest.
Harry, noticing the magic used tried to make another chair on the other side of Albus's chair(A/N: throne wink). Instead of a chair appearing though, a stuffed bear made an appearance, which Harry then tried to run towards, but tripped over one of his now untied shoe laces.
Hospital Wing – 30 Minutes Later
"What did you say happened to this child again Albus?" questioned Madam Pomfrey. Making Albus shift in his shoes she added, "And when did this child receive that scar on his forehead?"
"Madam, there are some things about this child that I cannot tell you." Albus replied with a pleading look in his eyes. Still nervously shifting in his shoes. Madam Pomfrey countered his nervousness by giving him 'The Glare'(A/N: You ALL know what that is).
"Albus, I already know who this child is, as I have worked on both of his parents when they attended this school!" proclaimed Madam Pomfrey, looking softly at a calmly sleeping Harry(A/N: you know adult discussion, knock the kids out with a sleeping potion so they don't hear).
"Madam, I am sure that you will keep this to yourself until others come to know this?" Albus almost begged.
Quidditch Pitch – Age 8
Harry was on his favorite Comet 260 lazily doing laps around the Quidditch pitch, when the soft mid-summer breeze suddenly gusted violently. Harry was thrown off of his broom onto the soft grass that was 2 feet below him, but landing wrong he broke the thumb on his right hand. He softly cried for a few minutes while Albus ran from the bottom of a spectator stand, which he had been reading in, checking on Harry every once and a while.
"Harry, are you alright?" Albus soothed, noticing the bone sticking out of Harry's hand.
Harry, running out of tears, quickly nodded, looking down at his hand, he winced while placing his other hand over the exposed bone and the resulting wound, asking his magic to fix his painful hand.
Albus not knowing what Harry was trying to do, watched in amazement as the bone dissolved back into Harry's hand, slowly sealing the wound. "Harry, you shouldn't have done that, what if you had done it wrong and Madam Pomfrey had to regrow your hand again?" Albus supplied.
"Wouldn't be the first time Grandfather," Harry gently responded blushing a little.
A/N: Hey people, 32 tries at making a chapter and I finally did it, hope you like it, feel free to post any type of Review you want, just don't try to tell me it could never happen, as you are NOT in my head as I write this story, I am trying for a kinda mellow Harry, with a few skills, not like Uber Harry or anything, if you want that, goto please note that I do put some authors notes in the story, tis for the more crazy people so they better understand what I'm saying.