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AN: Read previous chapter, it's been replaced and revised chapter 5 a bit, might do that to other chapters too but not now.
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Harry could not believe his luck, but considering his track record maybe he shouldn't be too surprised that when he landed in this version of Earth, who was he to meet but none other than Nicolas Flamel, the Nicolas Flamel, the same one from his original world/timeline that disappeared/apparently died shortly after the whole fiasco in his first year with the mirror and the Philosopher's stone; and the same Nicolas bloody Flamel that got him into this mess.
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Right now he was waiting with him for a job interview since Nicolas thought it a great idea to recommend him for a teaching post to an old friend who was frantically looking for a replacement as the old one died unexpectedly(Really now, from what he could pry off from Nicolas, the old one was in his mid-nineties, why would it be such a surprise now that he dropped dead).
Now normally Harry wouldn't have a problem with this sort of thing, in fact he'd usually be grateful and he's quite fond of teaching in his personal opinion…but he'd rather have it that he was aware of, say at the very least a week or three earlier, that he will be having a job interview and not five hours before said interview. But Harry's ire (and hidden panic) only grew when he found out just who Nicolas' friend was: Albus Dumbledore.
'He did this on purpose.' Harry thought as Dumbledore approached them; even this Earth's Dumbledore is still in possession of his bizarre taste for clothing. '
Oh dear,' Harry saw the surprise in Dumbledore's eye when he finally caught sight of him, 'don't tell me this is actually the same Dumbledore from home.' He was just about ready to pull out his hair if that was the case because he going really skin Nicolas for sure for surprising Harry like this.
"Harry my boy," An American accent, as far as Harry can remember Dumbledore (the one from home, the loony grandfatherly figure he love and grew up with despite his faults) was no good with faking an accent, so this was probably not the same Dumbledore from home (who was back from the dead and/or was given a new life in another world or something like that), who was speaking to him right now; because while the Dumbledore from home was no good with faking accents, he was amazing in hiding/diminishing his magic's presence. Dumbledore had tried to learn to fake an accent (if the stories Abeforth told him were true) but was a spectacular failure no matter how hard he tried. "What are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to still be in Virginia with your parents? Did your father decided to surprise your mother at the last minute and neither of your uncles able to watch over you? I didn't even know your parents knew Nicolas here."
"Actually Albus," Nicolas said as he got up, Harry was still sending him a discreet glare because of the humour Nicolas finds in this situation from his seat next to the chair Nicolas vacated, "this is Ignotus Peverell, a close family friend of mine. He's the one I suggested when you asked me if I knew anyone who could take the job on such short notice over the phone. I've known him since he was but a boy. He's very reliable and trustworthy, believe me Albus."
Nicolas sent him a discreet wink when he said 'since he was but a boy'and Harry sent a tight smile to his direction briefly, before giving a more genuine one to Dumbledore. "Pleasure to meet your acquaintance, Sir," he said as he stood and stretched his hand to shake Dumbledore's hand.
"Well it is nice to meet you as well Mr Peverell, my apologies as well I thought you were a student of mine. He'd be starting his fifth year in Hogwarts this year and your resemblance to him is uncanny so pardon an old man for his mistake." Dumbledore said as he shook Harry's hand.
"It's understandable, Mr Dumbledore, people make mistakes. No harm done. And please call me Ignotus, I feel too young to be called that." Which wasn't true as Harry was older than this Dumbledore.
"Then I insist on you calling me Albus."
"Very well, Albus."
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That evening he was somehow hired to be Hogwarts' new History teacher. Although it seemed that Harry needed to only show himself, as it appears Nicolas had been contacted by Dumbledore earlier that week and instead of outright refusal, Nicolas was buttered up some (obviously false) details about him and his personal history. He even went as far as getting false documents and credentials to back his story. Now he needed to make a syllabus and all in the course of a few days as class will start on Wednesday this week. But that wasn't his main problem now, neither was Nicolas (although Harry already started planning payback somewhere in the back of his mind), it was what Dumbledore said during the dinner that him a little apprehensive of the job first but, well, it would certainly be an interesting experience as it would be quite fascinating seeing himself as a fifteen year old teenager. He might end up just messing with some of his future students' head if they won't listen.
'That and,' Harry admits to himself mentally, 'if I'm not mistaken, means that this version of my self would have yet to get the growth spurt I had wanted when I was younger...' The fact that this world seems to not hold magic and this version of him still had and grew up with his parents (meaning Voldemort/Tom Riddle may not exist here at all since they live) would mean this version of him was taller. Or will be taller. Harry knows life is unfair, that's why he prefers death.
By that Harry meant that he understands those who are already dead easier then that of the living since they're dead and they can't really lie to him. No matter how much they may want.