Chapter 2

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A robot, 10 foot tall, with a mechanical touch-looking body, stood threateningly before the entrance, as if owning the house. It hissed in a no-nonsense, don't-mess-with-me tone, "State your purpose of visit."

Dumbledore looked at Hagrid expectantly. "You didn't mention this."

"It wasn't here last time I visited, Headmaster."

The robot looked bored. "I was born ten minutes ago. So, I wasn't here an hour ago. Now, state your purpose of visit."

Dumbledore seemed to have decided on something. "Not necessarily, with magic, time travelling is very possible."

"Prove it!"

Dumbledore shuddered a bit. This sounded so like Tom Riddle. "That... is not our purpose of visit tonight, but we can prove it to Mr. Potter. Can we see him please? It concerns Mr. Potter's personal safety that we have to speak with him in person, and urgently."

"Mr. Potter is fully aware of the possibility that his awesome technologies might be stolen and misused. He is not stupid."

Dumbledore was tempted to say "Prove it!" but he knew better. "I didn't say he was. I just hoped to give him critical information concerning the future. His future. Surely he hadn't heard of Hogwarts, Chocolate Frog and Lemon Drops?"

"Are you claiming to know the future?"

"That... is enough, Robot." Dudley came into view in a rush. "Mr. Potter has verified his claim of time travelling. Now, Professor Dumbledore," Dudley handed Dumbledore a remote controller with one button. "Please go back in time for one hour, and press this button."

Dumbledore stroked his beard slowly. "Interesting. May I ask what this button does?"

Dudley looked annoyed, crossing his arms. "Your future self didn't explain that to you?"

Dumbledore shook his head. "But I can guess. It relays certain information from the future to the past."

"Obviously you are not stupid, but your future self is."

"Interesting." Dumbledore looked thoughtful. "But maybe my future self does not see the need to explain that to me since you are going to do it anyway?"

Dudley looked angrier by the minute, his voice getting louder and louder. "If your future self explained that to you, it would have saved us plenty of time!"

Dumbledore watched Dudley with amusement. He made a decision right there, that he would not give his past self any explanation because he had fun watching an angry pig, not because he wanted to avoid time paradox. The Headmaster left for a telephone booth, closed the door, and without delay, opened the door again. He came out in a Superman suit, with red underwear on the outside.

McGonagall looked aghast. Even Snape would have a fashion sense better than this. "What... have you done, Albus?"

"It was so thoughtful of Harry to have given me this Muggle superhero costume. He said I came from Planet Wizard to save the Earth."

"This way, lady and gentlemen." Dudley led them to a massive, underground laboratory.

"Sorry Albus, I couldn't resist the urge to test-run Robot." Harry Potter said, his eyes not leaving the big computer screen on the wall, which showed several progress bars and numbers. "Dudley, give him his copy of the contract."

McGonagall gave Dumbledore a pair of puppy-curious eyes.

"Minerva, Mr. Potter here agrees to come to Hogwarts on the condition that he has unlimited access to the school library and time tuners. In turn, he will provide a generous scholarship fund of 1 million galleons for students with financial difficulty, and a Superman suit. He also agrees to temporarily relocate his laboratory to Hogwarts while I provide protection but non-interference unless specifically requested."

McGonagall promptly fainted.

"Harry," Hagrid said softly. "1 million galleons is a lot of money. You don't have to."

Harry grinned. "The agreement was made half an hour ago. My lawyers just took time to draft it."

"But you don't have that much money in Gringotts!"

"Wait!" Harry was in an alert mode. "I have a bank account I do not know about? Are you from the future?"

"Harry –" Dumbledore cut in. "Your parents left you a sum of money in your family's magical vault."

"I must retain full custody of my financial interests, magical or not." Harry said sternly. He did not give Dumbledore an option.

Dumbledore gave the boy a calculating look. "Normally it is not a good idea to give underage students complete financial control, but I think you have proven yourself." Dumbledore looked at the sheer size of the lab, impressed. It was obvious that Harry owned it. "An exception may be made."

"Then there is still the question of how you managed to gain control of the vault in the first place?" Harry couldn't believe that his parents would leave their property under care of someone who'd never paid him a single visit until today.

"I am not just a school headmaster but also Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot, Harry. But this is the topic for another time."

"Alright." Harry still looked sceptical but gave in nevertheless. He filed that for research later when he gained access to Hogwarts Library and other Wizard information sources. "But if you possess anything else that should belong to me or my family, you can hand it over to me now."

"Very well." Dumbledore said after a moment. "Fawkes?" The firebird appeared from thin air, squeaking at Dudley. "Bring me the Cloak of Invisibility please."

Harry looked at the phoenix with wide eyes, screaming. "Teleportation? Oh no. Oh no.. my security system is ruined. Totally ruined!"

Dumbledore looked amused at the boy's drama. "I'm glad that you begin to see the extent to which your personal safety is endangered, Harry."

Meanwhile, Dudley screamed and ran for his life.

Dumbledore chuckled heartily. "Fawkes loves playing Angry Bird."

"HEEEELPPPP!" Dudley ran in circles, chased after by an Angry Fawkes.

Harry nodded. "He sure looks like a pig."

"I am glad we have come into a mutually beneficial agreement, Harry." Dumbledore said. "I believe this is our cue to leave and make necessary arrangements."

Hagrid cleared his throat reluctantly. "Can I have my wand back, Harry?"

"Oh, of course." Harry looked a little guilty. "But by all means, please keep the stun pen."

"Rennervate!" Dumbledore casted the revival charm on McGonagall.

She drowsily got up. "Mr. Potter, I never requested this of my students, not to mention future students, but could you please deploy your Reverse Growth Hormones magic on me to get rid of the wrinkles?"

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"Harry, I am certain awe-inspiring things happen around you, but I did not anticipate this." Dumbledore said, greatly amused, a grin having been plastered to his face for a couple of hours.

"If you could anticipate it, would it inspire awe?" Harry asked, annoyed.

Dumbledore's eyes were gleaming. "The news of handsome school gamekeeper and sexy deputy headmistress has spread like fire, and as such I received hundreds of transfer requests in the last few hours."

Harry looked unconcerned. "The firebird is amazing."

Dumbledore smiled, thinking that the boy had much to learn if he wanted to change a conversation topic tactfully. "Yes he is, Harry, yes he is. Fawkes proves to be more than just a pet. He is a friend."

"A friend you say?" Harry scrunched his face. "Given his usefulness, I guess you have made numerous requests of him. Has he ever made any request of you?"

For once, Dumbledore didn't know what to say, but he was saved by an old barman who was using binoculars to peer at Harry although they were just inches apart. "Good Lord! Is this – Is this the legendary – ?"

Harry beamed. "You have a fascinating way of saying that human anatomy is fascinating. Even Albus from Planet Wizard is not that weird!"

"What an honour." The barman whispered.

"Here." Harry extracted a signed autograph from his pocket and offered it to the stranger. "I always come prepared for my fans. Please like my Facebook fan page, follow me on Twitter, and subscribe to my Youtube channel, will you?"

The barman looked confused but agreed nevertheless. "Of course, Harry Potter, of course."

The crowd perked at this enthusiastically.

"Harry Potter is here?"

"Someone says Harry Potter?"

"What a fantastic day!"

Harry took time to hand out autographs to his fans and shook their hands. He had plenty.

Dumbledore rubbed his temples thrice.

"H-H-Harry P-P-Potter. It's a p-pleasure to m-meet you."

"Have you consulted a therapist to cure your stuttering?" Harry said kindly, shaking hands with a weird-looking guy wearing a purple robe and purple turban. "I heard the Fluency Shaping Therapy is very effect-"

Quirrell screamed painfully before Harry finished the sentence.

Harry shot him with a stun pen. "There. Pain gone. Dumbledore – clear the space, remove the crowd!"

"But Harry –"

"To save his life, do as I say!" Harry said sharply. He tapped his glasses. "Jarvis? Do you see what I'm seeing?"

"Yes, a man with one head but two faces. There's no medical record of something like this."

"Who're you talking to, Mr. Potter?" The barman asked with concern.

"A.I. but you can't hear him. Can you help me remove his turban. NOW."

The barman nodded wordlessly. Though a little frightened, he did as asked.

"Shit!" Harry cried, reading Quirrell's pulse activity on his glasses screen while sorting through the first aid kit he carried around.

The barman screamed upon seeing the ugly face at the back of Quirrell's head. He slapped Voldemort's face back and forth in panic, like Serena Williams hitting a tennis ball.

"Stop THAT!" Harry barked and pushed the barman away. He quickly gingerly examined the bruises on Voldemort's face. But not before long... his consciousness slipped away.

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"Harry, I'm afraid that we have to do school supply shopping on another day." Dumbledore said gently from a side of his bed.

"Where am I? What happened?" Harry tried to focus, but his vision was so blurry.

"You're at the School's Hospital Wing, Harry." Dumbledore chuckled softly. "Besides awe, I also expect chaos from you. But this is much sooner than I expected."

"Did the man.. survive?"

Dumbledore looked saddened. "You've got rid of the evil spirit within him, but no, he did not survive." When Harry looked like he was about to cry, Dumbledore said quickly. "No, Harry, his downfall is not your fault at all. The man was dead the minute he allowed the evil spirit to possess his body."

Harry cried loudly. "Body possession, you say? I've tried that for years but with no progress at all! Why didn't you guys tell me sooner that you could DOWNLOAD consciousness from one person into another? This is freaking AWESOME!"

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To be continued.