Disclaimer: "Not mine." I said crying. "I wish it was, but it's not."
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Mid-January 1986, early evening - Five Years Later
"Just once, Albus. Please! I just need to see him. I won't even talk to him, I promise." The sandy-haired man was nearly begging. "One look, that's all I want."
"My boy – " Albus Dumbledore sighed.
"I need to. I owe it to them. Albus, please!"
"I'm sorry Remus, it's just not safe."
"I would never put him in danger. He is all that's left!"
"I know you wouldn't, not on purpose, but we can't risk it." The old man, even by wizarding standards, turned around and looked out of the window over the grounds of Hogwarts. "There were five attempts to breach the wards in the past four months alone! One got really close… Adjusting the protections to let a magical person, not to mention a werewolf such as yourself through would be extremely dangerous. I truly am sorry Remus."
"But Albus, you said that these wards would be exceptionally strong – none of the attempts should have gotten close." Remus Lupin was staring at Dumbledore's back, his horrified, bloodshot eyes reflected in the ice-crusted window.
"I know. They should have been. I really don't know what happened – ambient magic, Petunia's blood together with the little magic all squibs have, and Harry's strong magic and blood protection should have been more than enough to create a Fidelius-strong ward with none of the inherent weaknesses."
Outside, it had started to snow.
Albus turned back and sat down behind his desk, contemplating.
"…It's almost as if Petunia's magic and ambient magic were all that is powering the ward. Perhaps the protection Lily gave Harry prevents his magic from being used in any way exempt from his direct wishes? … That's at least one of my more likely theories."
"But then, wouldn't it be safer to get him away from there?" Remus said pleadingly.
"No, the wards on Privet Drive are exceptional. My best work, I'd say. Two very talented, powerful and absolutely trustworthy friends and me spent nearly the whole November 1st, 1981 creating layers upon layers of the most creative, obscure, and potent wards we could think of on the Dursley's house and the whole neighbourhood and the school. There is no place better for him."
"Albus…" Remus fell down in the armchair in front of the headmaster's desk.
"I know Remus." Albus said comfortingly. "But this is truly for the best. Harry James Potter's safety is my absolute priority."
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An ocean away, a black-haired, green-eyed boy of about six years of age sneezed, then went on to skipping down the steps towards the marketplace.
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AN: I'm going with the theory here that magic has to come from somewhere and that there are no true 'Muggleborn'.