{AN: Hey everyone, I'm sorry at the lateness of this chapter, I had planned to have this up hours ago, but had a bad day leading up to now. This chapter is to help build Harry's belief on why some of his allies in the war treated him as such. Now onto the review I received on the last chapter:

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Albus Dumbledore arrived at the Burrow an hour before lunch would be served. He had planned on arriving earlier in the day but was stopped in his office by his Transfiguration Professor. She was concerned with how Harry knew who she was, after all the last time she had seen the young boy was the day he was left with the Dursleys.

Albus had told Minerva that he would try to find out a plausible reason for why this was the case, but at this time he could think of nothing that made any sense. Time travel had come into mind, but Harry would have to have been at least eleven years old and time turners did not go back this far. His body being that of a seven-year-old did not make any sense for that possibility either.

As Dumbledore entered the lounge room of the Burrow, he glanced around for the young boy. He wasn't here. Dumbledore decided to seek out Mrs Weasley, hoping she would know where the boy was. After finding her in the kitchen, he didn't even need to ask, the boy was here, and he was cooking.

"Now Molly, is it really a good thing to put our guests to work?" Dumbledore put on his grandfather persona.

"Oh, Dumbledore, he chose to cook. I think he wanted to do this to say thank you. I tried to tell him he didn't need to, but he insisted." Mrs Weasley was concerned the headmaster thought less of her.

While Harry did insist on cooking, it wasn't to say thank you. Harry insisted on cooking to stay away from the Weasley children. Ginny had realised that this is the Harry Potter from her stories and got shy, but that did not stop her from starring at him. Ron on the other hand wanted Harry to do everything he could think of, not giving Harry space and not giving him time to even say no. Cooking was an escape, where he had some control, even if the Weasley mother was looking over him and not letting him do anything even remotely dangerous.

Harry had decided on making a salad, with Mrs Weasley now distracted by Dumbledore, was able to use a knife to cut up the cucumber and tomato.

Dumbledore and Mrs Weasley were discussing Harry's accommodation. Mrs Weasley wanted harry to stay, despite the extra costs an extra child would cost, Dumbledore however said that Harry would be required to return to his family. Dumbledore compromised with Mrs Weasley, however.

"Harry would need somewhere for one more night, I want to make sure his family are safe for the boy."

With that sorted, Dumbledore now wanted to speak with Harry. He asked Harry to the sitting room, taking the comfiest chair for himself. Harry remembered when Dumbledore's Will was read in this room, Harry believing that this was the real beginning of the final battle.

"Harry." Dumbledore took a breath; he wanted to make sure he said the exact right words. "Do you know where you were found yesterday?"

"I believe you told me it was London sir." Harry remembered Dumbledore telling him this, so he had no worries saying it.

"Indeed, my boy, indeed. I mean to ask where in London. Did that area hold any significance to you?"

"I don't think so. I'm not even sure where in London I was." Harry lied, he knew exactly where he was, he just wasn't sure why he apparated there.

"I believe you were around the corner from Kings Cross Train Station." Dumbledore looked relieved, Kings Cross was nearby after all, but so was the house of a very dark family, a family in which the head was in Azkaban.

Harry tried to give Dumbledore a curious and worried look but failed. Dumbledore never noticed, instead thinking upon his next question. Harry was quicker though.

"But sir, how did I end up in London?" Harry was proud of himself for thinking of that question, it might give Dumbledore the chance to try and fix a wrong, that wrong being making Harry unaware of the wizarding world until he receives his Hogwarts letter.

"I'm unsure, my boy" Harry looked disappointed, the older man lied. "How do you think you ended up there?"

"You said something about magic? But magic doesn't exist?" Harry thought quickly.

Dumbledore decided to show off, he does not get the opportunity to show off too often. He decided to stay small, as the boy in front of him had never seen magic, as far as he said. Dumbledore summoned cookies from the kitchen, silently.

"That piece of magic is quite advanced, we teach that to students in their fourth year, but they have to speak the spell too." The former Teacher and current Headmaster explained.

Harry faked a look of amazement.

"Harry, I have 1 more question for you for today. How did you know Professor McGonagall was a professor?" Harry was trapped here; he didn't know how to answer. He was scared his deception was caught. He opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

Harry was saved by Ron. Ron had entered the sitting room, with his chess board, unknowing to the conversation going on, with eyes only for Dumbledore.

"Mr Dumbledore, could I verse you in Wizards Chess? I'm trying to get as good as I can to beat my brothers." Ron always hated losing to his brothers, no matter the game. He thought if he got really good at one game he could finally win.

Harry thought Dumbledore might be angry at Ron for this interruption, but he was wrong. "I would love to, my dear boy, but I'm afraid I have a meeting soon to get to." He addressed Ron, then turned to Harry. "I'm afraid you can't go home till tomorrow at the earliest, so you will need to remain here until then."

Dumbledore rose to leave, giving a short goodbye to the young boys and Mrs Weasley who was still in the kitchen area, and left through the front door.