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Year 1984
Albus Dumbledore walked the empty streets of Privet Drive with a calm face, yet his heart was heavy and filled with melancholy and regret for what will soon happen. 

Harry Potter, the son of his dear students James Potter and Lily Evans Potter, was now orphaned. At the cost of his parents live, he had defeated the Dark Lord Voldemort, the second greatest dark wizard of all time, surpassed only by- Dumbledore stopped himself from thinking about him. Now was not the time to reflect on that. No matter how dangerous and much higher the stakes were back when he had been active, it doesn't change the fact that Voldemort had been the far more evil dark wizard in the end.

Dumbledore suppressed the sigh he wanted to let out. He had lived for over 100 years and all those years, he had become the greatest wizard of his time, or as many people believed, in history. However, very few people knew of the mistakes he had made back in his youth, the lengths which he had to go in order to acquire the power and ability he needed to stand where he was now, and how the many feats he achieved in the field of battle both as a wizard and as a genius also had their own share of side-effects. He still remembered the times where those who trusted him, those who he lead, died without him being able to save them. And Lily and James Potter were now added to the list of the people who he failed. In stark contrast to the beliefs of the public, there had been a quite decent amount of losses on his side, and though his surviving followers assured him they still believed in him, that they all died to make things better, he never got over the fact that it was his shortcomings that lead to their deaths.

And now… In order to defeat the Dark Lord once and for all, there was a chance he would have to sacrifice the child and potentially eradicate the Potter Family. Dumbledore of course sought to prevent this and he placed magical spells designed to allow the boy to break free of the soul shard of the Dark Lord that had been implanted inside him, but he knew that despite his efforts, he may fail and the boy not make it in time. For all his extraordinary powers and abilities, he was no god, no matter how much people who worshipped him seemed to believe. He had mastered dozens of magical skills, but none of which allowed him to control fate or bring back the dead. Magic, after all, was more than just a supernatural power. It's the very force that keeps the universe running. The ones who were blessed by it's power were meant to protect both the wizarding and nonwizarding worlds. And as it's bound by nature, there are laws that can't be broken and even if it's broken or a loophole is used, there will be serious consequences.

He knew about the Next Great Adventure, of course, and that it's better to leave people who died to their rest than take them from their Next Great Adventure. But still he cannot suppress his regret and remorse as he felt that he had failed his followers by not letting them experience more life.

Meeting Professor McGonagall and hearing her complaints about the Dursleys only further worsened his feelings. He knew the boy would not enjoy his life there, but there was no other way. He apologized numerous times to the Potters, hoping they would forgive him. His face remained staunch, of course. He's had years to develop the ability to compartmentalize his emotions in the face of loss. Not that it ever stopped taking a toll, but he had managed to survive the worst of it.

And as he laid down the baby at the doorstep of the house of the Dursleys, cast the spell that will seal his protection, and then returned to Hogwarts, Albus Dumbledore had no idea the boy he had just saved will soon change the wizarding world, and Dumbledore himself, for good.

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1991

The time had come, so Dumbledore sent Hagrid to retrieve Harry from the Dursleys. He was pleased to hear that Harry had been raised decently. It seemed his letter to Petunia was the right thing to do. There was still distance between them, but she and Vernon were treating him much better than he expected. Though it was somewhat disconcerting to see the boy had been also raised to do chores, he saw he was fine and content. Even Dudley was also helping. It actually seemed that Harry's presence and the letter was helping them grow up and mature.

It surprisingly didn't take long for Hagrid, as the Dursleys were surprisingly resigned to letting him be introduced to the wizarding world. As such, Harry and Hagrid quickly went to Diagon Alley. Dumbledore had to admit it was a fairly amusing and pleasant thing to witness as Harry quickly grew fascinated with the wizarding world and seemed to not have any disdain towards the world that took his parents from him, but it quickly turned into sadness as he realized that regardless, his future will be filled with perils.

He had of course been keeping watch of the boy with magical means. While Divination was not his strong suit, he knew enough to divine with pinpoint accuracy the status of others. Besides that, Dumbledore also was a master of the Disillusionment Charm and Projection Charm, so he knew how to easily watch over Harry directly if needed. The whole Privet Drive had been enchanted not just with protection, but also with magical alarms to ensure any disturbance would swiftly be noticed by him. 

So now it begins.

Harry Potter would now enter Hogwarts. He hoped that he would be able to enjoy life despite the circumstances, and Dumbledore himself would do his best to ensure he remained happy as long as he could. 

Dumbledore had to admit Harry seemed to be on the side of talented but humble, just like his mother. All the professors admitted Harry was a gifted student. Even Snape had to begrudgingly admit that Harry was different than James. While Dumbledore had of course ensured to thoroughly lecture Snape to ensure he would not treat the boy badly, he had to admit he was surprised by how efficient he was. Young Harry was one of the few Gryffindors who excelled in Snape's class, and Dumbledore had to admit he was impressed. He truly had inherited Lily's talent for Potions. Even though Snape was still somewhat bitter, he supposed he could tolerate that.

Dumbledore himself talked with the boy several times, and he had to admit Harry truly was a good and enthusiastic student. Despite his already excelling aptitude, he still attended his Homework Help and was humble and earnest, helping out the first years and being treated like a nice junior by the older years. He had asked about his family and was pleased to hear Harry was indeed treated as any decent adopted parent would treat their child. Petunia and Vernon was apparently being a nice aunt and uncle, though they couldn't of course raise him as a son, while Dudley was being a rough but surprisingly quite caring brother. As for the chores, Harry was actually just helping them out.

Overall, his letter excelled far more than he expected. The letter had contained an appeal to Petunia's humanity and lingering love for her sister, had shown her how Lily never stopped caring for her, and it seemed that it had successfully touched her heart to be an excellent family figure. When Harry had asked about James and Lily, Dumbledore didn't bother to hide his true feelings.

"It was a true tragedy that befell them. They were some of the most brilliant students Hogwarts ever had. But above their brilliance, they were truly brave and kind individuals. You are truly their son. You have their hard-working spirit and earnest desire to be nice to and help others. Never lose hope. Although it breaks my heart you will never know them, know this. They are worthy of your admiration." It was completely honest. They were among the most competent and valiant people Albus ever knew during his long lifetime. 

He hoped their son would live. And he had did his best. He could only hope it worked.

Only a few days in and Dumbledore was faced by the fact that although Harry was Lily's son, he was also James's. It wasn't much of a shock when he was wandering the corridors and saw Harry flying on a broomstick with the natural talent and skill he had seen many times in his father, inherited by his son now, all in order to catch the Remembrall of Neville Longbottom that was thrown away by Draco Malfoy.

Dumbledore was about to intervene, seeing Harry deserved more of a reward than a punishment for standing up for his friends, when Minerva entered the fray and immediately took Harry away. Dumbledore followed, trying to curb her anger, but it quickly became apparent that it wasn't needed when Minerva asked for Wood as well. He knew what she intended easily.

He watched with pride and joy as Minerva quickly anointed him as the next Seeker of Gryffindor. Dumbledore had to admit he was expecting this, as Minerva had repeatedly made her displeasure and vendetta towards Slytherin's Quidditch Team for repeatedly winning the Quidditch Cup quite clear. Seeing as Harry was quite talented, Dumbledore didn't see any reason to disapprove. He had in fact even already prepared a Nimbus Two Thousand for the boy.

Dumbledore owned his own broom, that he had maintained and used during his time as an active fighter in the Great Wars, but while it was modified to be capable of speed that exceeded most brooms, as during the war such high-level speed was needed, Dumbledore wasn't exactly a Quidditch player. He was doubtlessly an excellent flier, still, having fought many times on a broom and even played Quidditch once, but his skill lay more on the real combative side of flying where real life-and-death air matches occurred. Of course Dumbledore could fly without a broom, but he preferred using it.

Dumbledore amused himself at the lapse in Minerva's usual professionalism when he presented her the Nimbus Two Thousand. She looked like a giddy, nearly crying Head of Gryffindor House as she marveled at the sight of the top-quality broom. While as Headmaster, Dumbledore was mostly partial, he decided to be more favorable towards Gryffindor for once. 

But as much as the fact that Harry had ignored the strict orders of Madam Hooch was quite an amusing sight, Harry's willingness to defy rules if needed quickly became more serious, as Dumbledore had to his admittance expected.

It was during the Halloween Feast that the happy celebration was rudely intruded. Dumbledore had just been seeing Ronald Weasley dismissing Hermione Granger as a Know-It-All and stating Harry was just as good as her so she wasn't anything special and Harry was much more friendly than her.

He had to admit he was shaking his head at that. Mister Weasley had after all been feeling inferior compared to his siblings, being the youngest child in the family, so being upped so fussily by Miss Granger must have been quite frustrating, especially as while Harry was quite humble and enthusiastic, willing to help out and able to get along with Mister Weasley just well, Miss Granger wasn't that friendly with him.

Regardless, it was quite an unpleasant sight and Dumbledore had intended to talk to her after the feast when she had calmed down her cries in the Girls Bathroom. But it was nothing compared to the surprise Quirrell had in store when he entered the Great Hall screaming about a Troll entering the school.

Dumbledore immediately silenced the panicking students with a strong red spark from his wand aimed at the sky, releasing some harmless fiery trails. "Everyone….. Don't panic! Prefects, lead your Houses back to the Dormitories immediately! Professors, follow me to the Dungeons!" Dumbledore quickly traversed the castle as he aimed to reach the Dungeons, but stopped just as he had reached the doors.

There was none of the rudimentary magic he could sense there. He had after all fought his fair share of Trolls in both his travels through the world and the wars, so he had learned how to detect their presence and how to overcome them long ago.

He ignored the fervent and concerned calls from Minerva and Severus, trying to focus on where the presence could be found. His realization hit him like a cutting jinx as he realized that Harry and Ron was heading for Hermione.

Oh no... The Troll was not in the Dungeons, it was in the Girls Bathroom!

Immediately, Dumbledore rushed towards the Girls Bathroom. He must save them. Hopefully Harry and Hermione's combined efforts would be enough to hold back the Troll until he arrived.

Much to his pleasant surprise, however, when he arrived, the Troll had been defeated, clearly hit by his own club and some other spells and objects, courtesy of the combined efforts of Harry, Hermione, and Ron. He had to admit he was impressed, not just by Harry's bravery but his skill and versatility, as Hermione spoke on how they coordinated their efforts and how Harry was strategical and able to accurately hit the creature. Seeing as it was all accidental and quite brave, Dumbledore awarded 25 House Points to Gryffindor each before sending them their way.

Something was suspicious, however. A Troll wouldn't be able to enter Hogwarts without help, and at that moment Dumbledore immediately started to suspect none other but Quirrell. He was a known expert on creatures, especially with Trolls, and although Dumbledore had did his best to teach him just like he did with other students, he knew he was an insecure and ambitious person who may well have been taken over by Tom Riddle. 

A stab of failure hit the elderly wizard's heart as he realized that yet another one of his former students had joined the dark side. It must have been when he was in Albania. He must have tried to take Voldemort believing his weakened state would be easy to overpower, but he failed and was defeated and possessed by Tom. And now Riddle was using him to steal the Philosopher Stone. Dumbledore had beaten him back when it was still in Gringotts by having Hagrid bring it to the school, where he would cast the spells needed to protect it. 

Even now, Dumbledore was unable to stop himself from giving a weary sigh when he reflected on how he had at times failed as a teacher, but he couldn't reflect on it forever as Severus barged in and revealed his injuries sustained when trying to secure the Philosopher Stone. 

"That Potter Brat…. Just because the other Professors are doting on him as the best student of his year he risks his life-"

"Severus! We need to talk about the culprit that is currently after the Philosopher Stone, not discuss Harry's weaknesses." Dumbledore abruptly cut the irritated Potions Professor, although he noted with a faint trace of amusement that Severus had admitted Harry to be the best student of the year.

Dumbledore told Severus to keep an eye on Quirrell. He needed to find a way to lure him in, but he supposed that could wait until later. For now, he had the first Quidditch match, Gryffindor vs Slytherin, to look forward to. 

When the time came, he noticed Harry being nervous about his first Quidditch match. Dumbledore couldn't help but smile empathetically. "Good Evening, Harry. Nervous for your first Quidditch match? That can't be blamed. After all, even your father struggled with nerves in his first match. But be confident. You can do it. And do eat sufficiently. Not too much but not too little either. After all, a Seeker needs strength to be quick and mindful of the surroundings in order to catch the Snitch." At that, Harry seemed to lighten up and began eating. Dumbledore chuckled as he walked away, smirking as he noticed Severus's annoyance and Minerva's clear anticipation.

Unfortunately for the Headmaster, it seemed that Tom was not content to wait and he struck during said Quidditch match. Fortunately for Harry, Dumbledore was there and able to immediately cast a counter-curse strong enough to nulify the curse completely. He had to admit he pitied Severus for having his robes set on fire by Miss Granger because she believed he was responsible, but nevertheless despite the grim situation, the Headmaster couldn't help but smile at the sight of Harry holding the Snitch and winning the match, even if he had swallowed it first. Yet it seemed the trio had it wrong. They believed Severus was responsible for the attack on Harry's life, and Dumbledore wished he had not promised Snape he wouldn't tell anyone about the truth. Not only was it a true shame the best of Severus was not revealed, it was also ineffective in the long run.

Dumbledore was quick to prepare to keep the Stone save, however. He commissioned all the Staff to protect it. Although Dumbledore would have been capable of protecting the Stone perfectly fine by himself, he needed to lure Riddle into a false sense of security that he hadn't realized it was Quirrell. Any doubt he had that Quirrell was working with Voldemort died when all that Quirrell did was leave a Troll to guard it. He shook his head at that. Yet another lost soul.....

The final piece of protection of course came with the Mirror of Erised. Dumbledore had already knew what must be done. He would use once again the magic of love, the most powerful magic of all, and enchant the Mirror to spawn the Stone only when those with the purest of heart sought it out. But it seemed that Harry had discovered the Mirror and was regularly visiting it. It started since Harry was searching for Nicolas Flamel using the Invisibility Cloak that Dumbledore had returned to him in the Restricted Section.

And as he expected, Harry's greatest desire was to see his parents, while Mister Weasley's greatest desire was to be the best among his siblings. Dumbledore's long life and fair share of experience with such tragedies allowed him to deduce it long before they did. He had to admit he sympathized with Harry the most, however. Dumbledore knew even after hearing stories of how they were brave excellent people from Petunia and Vernon, he still was curious about them.

At least Dumbledore was able to experience a few years with his parents before everything fell apart, and even after all that happened, he still cherished those moments and remembered his parents for their bravery and kindness, but Harry had never experienced true parental love. Petunia and Vernon were surprisingly decent, but as they did not wish to replace James and Lily, they never considered themselves as Harry's parents.

Pitying Harry, Dumbledore allowed him 2 days more to see the Mirror's illusion of his parents, before revealing himself. "Hello, Harry." Smirking at Harry's surprise, Dumbledore chuckled.

"There are magics that can make a person invisible and also detect the invisible. Your Cloak is the most powerful Invisibility Cloak, special, but it's still susceptible to some of the weaknesses of lesser Invisibility Cloaks." 

"Professor... I just wanted to know my parents. Don't get me wrong, Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia are like good family, but in the end I just-"

"The Mirror of Erised has befuddled hundreds, Harry, so i don't blame you for being tempted. It's power is to show the deepest desire in your heart. And you were able to see your parents, which is nice! But you musn't let that desire overcome your daily life. They would have wanted you to excel. Any parent would. So move on. Be with your friends. And grow into a wizard they can be proud of." 

"I myself saw the same thing, after all." "Professor?" "My father... My mother... My sister... They all died. I only have my brother and we aren't that close. I can't say much, but while I am considered the greatest wizard, the strongest leader, and the smartest man, I've made many mistakes, Harry. Geniuses often learn from tragedies.... Whenever I look at the Mirror, I would see my family intact, the people that i failed to save alive and flourishing, including your parents, and-" Dumbledore stopped himself from thinking about him.

Harry was looking at him with an expression full of sympathy. Dumbledore just gave a tired smile. "Move on Harry. Losing people close to us is horrible, but they would have wanted us to move on. Tomorrow, the Mirror shall be moved to another location. Don't go looking for it. Live on Harry. Live..... And become a person your parents could be proud of." Harry nodded understandingly and made to leave, but before that, he suddenly turned at him.

"Professor.... Do you know Nicolas Flamel?" Dumbledore had to admit he wasn't expecting that. Harry was asking him about it? Despite the fact it would lead to him possibly suspecting him? But seeing no point in lying, Dumbledore just smiled.

"Nicolas Flamel is the oldest wizard alive... He is the greatest Alchemist the world has ever seen. I think you know Alchemy, don't you? After all, during the Homework Help, I have regularly mentioned it. It's the most scientific magical art ever-"

"Yes I remember. You said Alchemy is based on the study of the composition, structure and magical properties of the four basic elements, as well as the transmutation of substances. And- Wait a minute... Yes! You and Nicolas Flamel are partners in Alchemy research!" Dumbledore chuckled. Harry clearly inherited Lily's excellent memory, even if it was a bit tampered with James's side of the blood.

"You are correct, Harry. Flamel's greatest treasure is here. It needs to be protected." Dumbledore said casually, giving Harry a hint.

"You mean the Philosopher Stone? Flamel is the only Alchemist that ever succeeded in creating it. You taught me that. It's powers include transmuting gold and creating the Elixir of Life that can prolong the user's life!" Dumbledore nodded simply.

"Yes.... Harry. Now.... I must ask you to return to your Common Room. Off you go. Good Night, my boy." 

As Harry left, Dumbledore looked upon the Mirror and indeed his greatest desire hasn't changed at all. He still saw his family alive and intact, his brother close to him, his students all being happy, and Gellert was redeemed and with him. He gave a sad melancholy smile before waving his wand and transporting it to the Third Floor. Pulling out the stone, Dumbledore levitated it and began to cast the ritual that will bind the Stone to the Mirror.

Corde toto et humilitate, magicam amoris invoco ad hoc artificium defendendum. Non ad gloriam, sed ad alios, hoc carmen cecini. Tutum sit ab omni malo, solum ab his corde puro vocari!

With a finality, Dumbledore placed the Stone into the Mirror and watched with satisfaction as the Philosopher Stone was sealed inside the Mirror with the most powerful magic of all.

He had done his part. Now he just had to hope for the best.

Dumbledore had to admit he was pleased with how the next Quidditch match went. Snape had fulfilled his duties as the take over referee quite well, although Dumbledore was quite amused to see Ron and Hermione looking at the edge, ready to jinx Snape whenever he acted as if he was going to attack. Enthusiastic children..... Even now, Dumbledore still would smile seeing the enthusiasm of students.

But alas Albus did not have long to relish as Harry, Ron, and Hermione seemed to be going even further with their distrust in Snape. They believed his watching Quirrell was proof that he was trying to steal the Stone. And surprisingly they seemed to want to ask Hagrid about it, only for Hagrid to reveal that he had brought an illegal Dragon Egg, Norwegian Ridgeback, precisely.

Dumbledore had to shake his head at that. He was torn between being impressed, amused, and annoyed with Hagrid's tenacity. Bringing a Dragon into Hogwarts. While he had tolerated Hagrid's love for beasts many times, this was the final straw.

Dumbledore waited for a few weeks until Harry finally managed to persuade Hagrid to give up on his dragon and prepared to send it away to Charlie. Yet again Dumbledore was impressed with Harry's ingenuity and cunning. He seemed to be able to resourcefully use anything at his disposal. It was when Mister Weasley had been bitten by Norbert that Dumbledore finally intervened.

He didn't spare Mister Weasley much beyond curing the bite quickly. Dumbledore had after all mastered many healing spells over the years, even going as far as learning to cure poisons, a skill that greatly helped him, especially during the wars, and he taught them to his fighters as much as he could. Curing the bite was simple. It didn't take him much. 

Dumbledore had fortunately arrived in time to see Charlie get Norbert and then leave with Harry safe. "Harry. Miss Granger." Dumbledore called out, his deep voice startling them. Immediately, Dumbledore warped them to the Gryffindor Common Room.

"Professor, we-" Harry began, but Dumbledore cut him off.

"I am quite well aware of what you just did Harry. And I must admit I am torn between being impressed and worried. Although during your time following my Homework Help, you had been taught to some extent about Dragons, that does NOT mean that you are qualified to handle them. I only taught you about some of a dragon's abilities and the function of their blood. You have gone too far this time. I will not take points from Gryffindor because you still acted in the defense and care for Hagrid, but you will be given detention with Hagrid." Harry and Miss Granger could only nod, his gaze leaving no counters.

With a sigh, Dumbledore patted Harry in the shoulder. "Harry, my boy. Caring is important, but you must never forget to be cautious and calculating. Don't just see things in a single simple way. You have to think more. You are already starting to show signs of being an excellent strategist, and you just need to work on pragmatism. Remember that." With that, Dumbledore left Harry and returned to his office.

It was quite a surprise, however, when he learned that Riddle was apparently feeding on the blood of Unicorns to survive. What a sin. Even now, Dumbledore still lamented the great wizard he could have become, had he been taught and raised better. And it seemed that Harry has now righted most of his incorrect speculations. He deduced that Voldemort wanted the Elixir of Life to rise again, and even came to the realization it wasn't Snape. Apparently, Harry had managed to glimpse his attacker and realized it was definitely not Snape.

Things were surely heating up now, but before Dumbledore could act properly, a letter was sent to him stating the Ministry needed him quickly. Dumbledore didn't take long to figure out Quirrell's deception. He decided to take the bait, only returning after a few hours and being close to Hogwarts. 

When he returned to Hogwarts, however, Dumbledore found Miss Granger and Mister Weasley running to the Owlery trying to reach him via an owl. Dumbledore quickly told them to just go back to the Common Room and that he would take care of everything. And indeed he did.

Rushing with all his might, Dumbledore in his hurry didn't bother much with sophistication. He simply cast a singing spell that put Fluffy straight to sleep, blinded the Devil Snare with a Wand-Lighting Charm so strong it could easily light the entire Great Hall, swiftly captured the Golden Key by lifting Flitwick's enchantment, having no time to use a broom, vanished the chess board Minerva had enlargened, and then just cast a Flame-Repelling Charm on himself. He arrived just in time.

Harry was burning Quirrell with what Dumbledore recognized as the power of the loving sacrifice his mother had left. He was killing him, but Dumbledore didn't want to risk it. He quickly overpowered Quirrell, forcing his hand from Harry, and using his expertise in handling dark magic, placed a spell that prevented Voldemort from ever possessing anyone without their permission. He watched grimly as Voldemort left in pain and anger, swearing terrible vengeance. A part of him still saw Tom as the bright student he once was....

But back to the moment. Dumbledore immediately carried Harry to the Hospital Wing. He cast quick spells to stabilize him and heal his injuries, before waiting patiently for a day until Harry woke up. Dumbledore confessed as much as he could, telling him about the power that his mother left him and trading light jokes. But when Harry had asked the question of why Voldemort came, Dumbledore could not bring himself to tell him. He was still so young.

So he had left him, wishing him well and proceeding to carry on with the final task of the year, destroying the Philosopher Stone. He and the Flamels had agreed it was too dangerous to keep the Stone. His mentors had been fully accepting of their fates. They would finish their matters and then leave him as their heir and apprentice all their wealth and possessions. He sighed heavily. Nicolas and Perenelle had been like parents to him. They had raised him from his most unsure years.

Dumbledore then held the End-of-Year Feast, finding it amusing to see the Slytherins looking down for once. Thanks to Harry's spectacular wins, Gryffindor was completely in the lead. He smiled even further as he laid out the many more Points Harry, Hermione, and Ron had earned thanks to their successes, meaning Gryffindor had beaten Slytherin decisively, no longer even being slightly behind just.

And as he watched as Harry left the school happy, Dumbledore felt his heart warm and filled with hope. When Harry waved at him, Albus gave him a smile as well and waved back. He would see him soon in the next year after all.

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Dumbledore had to admit Harry continued to surprise him. It was only a month away from Harry's return that Harry was taken by the Weasleys on a flying car, no doubt courtesy of Arthur Weasley, his uncanny skill in enchanting muggle artifacts. Dumbledore had to modify the memories of some Muggles, and he also visited the Dursleys, discovering they were quite resigned and even somewhat amused by the antics.

Dudley in particular quickly took a liking to him, asking him about Harry and stating Harry mentioned him often and described him as the best mentor. How it warmed the man's heart to hear that. He just smiled and told Dudley to live as a great person, encouraging him to diet. Petunia and Vernon wasn't as welcome, but they at least treated him cordially. Dumbledore could understand they still are angry about James and Lily, but they acknowledged his efforts to be better at least. He couldn't and didn't blame them for their distance.

Perhaps in the end after Voldemort had been defeated for real and with Harry surviving, they would forgive him, but if he died, then Dumbledore had already decided he would still face their wrath and anger no matter what they would do.

Dumbledore wanted Harry to properly bond with the Weasleys so he kept his distance but watched from afar. It seemed that he got along with all the Weasleys, not just Ronald. Dumbledore smiled at that. Hopefully, the Weasleys would be excellent support. He could see that Arthur and Molly would be excellent parental figures. Perhaps they would fill in the spot Petunia and Vernon could not. Although maybe in the future, Dumbledore could be a father to Harry, but that was for the future. Right now he couldn't. Not when-

Dumbledore also noticed Fred and George would be excellent big-brother figures. They would help Harry whenever he needed to do something rebellious. Even Percy could help in that he could teach Harry to be more obedient to rules. Ronald meanwhile could keep Harry tempered and leveled. Hermione's role as a friend of comparable intelligence would be to supplement Harry's intuitive intelligence with her logical. Dumbledore had already analyzed their dynamic after only a year. He had after all met a similar group.

And it seemed his more closer watch on Harry paid off as yet again, Harry got into trouble. He accidentally teleported himself into Knockturn Alley because he mispelled when he used the Floo Powder. Dumbledore could only shake his head as he made his way into the hollowed halls of the dark shops in haste. Immediately, he amplified his voice with magic and called Harry out. 

"Professor Dumbledore!" Harry replied as he rushed to him, ignoring all the dark wizards and creatures who immediately backed away in fear. Dumbledore just gently patted Harry as Hagrid came rushing in.

"Professor Dumbledore? Harry!? What're yeh doing here?" Hagrid stated worriedly.

"His inexperience with the Floo Powder, forgivable due to his age, lead to him mispronouncing his destination and being transported here, Hagrid. You are okay, right Harry?" Harry just nodded. "Now I think I'll accompany you to Diagon Alley...."

They made it out with no trouble, and Dumbledore politely dismissed Molly and Arthur's concerns and simply accompanied Harry along with Miss Granger and Mister Ronald to Gringotts. Dumbledore also intended to retrieve artifacts and gold from his vault. Being among the few wizards respected by Goblins, Dumbledore was able to be the one that would guide the three.

When Harry asked him about his vault, Dumbledore gave a slight smile. "My family didn't start out as rich. In fact, we were actually quite poor at first. But with my best efforts and many accomplishments, which were done through many sacrifices and hard-work, I came to accumulate among the greatest amount of magical artifacts and a considerable amount of wealth. After the Flamels died, as their apprentice, they left me with all their wealth and artifacts, further increasing it, and it's now, humbly, even greater than that of yours."

Harry looked understanding, but most surprisingly the boy hugged him. Dumbledore had frozen at the gesture, and he looked as Ron and Hermione seemed to be shocked as well. "It's fine, Professor. The people we love are still watching over us. We have to make them proud." Dumbledore just gave a sad smile and nodded.

Dumbledore looked proudly as Harry took only the gold needed for his school equipments. The boy was surely decent. He grimaced as Ronald revealed the vault of his family, which was rather moderate in comparison. And then finally they arrived at his fault. Dumbledore took out his golden key and grimaced at the three's voices of awe. When Dumbledore finally had more than enough to fit an entire vault thanks to his accomplishments, the crafters of his key insisted on making it as beautiful as possible, stating Dumbledore deserved it.

He hadn't believed that even now. After all, he still remembered his past where he had made mistakes. The world had entirely forgotten that because he had accomplished many great things but Albus Dumbledore's eidetic memory meant he remembered every experience. And despite how through his losses and failures were, he remembered the lessons and had swore to never forget.

Memory after all was everything, no matter how much his past still hurt him. He had learned many lessons in his lifetime and he could never forget them. When Dumbledore finally unlocked his fault, all of them practically looked as if they had just seen the most magnificent vault ever. Trillions of Galleons and thousands of Sickles and Knuts surrounded the place while many highly powerful artifacts were placed securedly on numerous sides of the vault.

When he travelled the world, Dumbledore before becoming a teacher worked in numerous professions. Starting from Magizoologist, Curse-Breaker, Healer, a business advisor for Gringotts, which was where his relationship with Goblins started, and even for a time a Quidditch referee, by the time he started his apprenticeship under the Flamels, Dumbledore was already quite rich, his flawless work meaning he acquired extra gold.

And then he became a scholar and discovered many new things about magic and helped advance Alchemy. At that point, his wealth was enough to accommodate an entire vault, which was when he asked the Goblins to make one for him. Not to mention that while saving Hogwarts, he became the professor of numerous subjects at once, meaning he acquired the salaries of several teaching positions.

He had naturally donated his money to help run the school but his investments were repaid and returned several times when the school no longer needed his help.  By the time he defeated Gellert and became the Supreme Mugwump, his efforts in the war earned him ever greater wealth, already nearly closed to even that of a Sacred 28 Family. When the Flamels died, Dumbledore's staunch business expertise made it swift for him to move all the resources to his vault, and the Flamels had bountiful riches.

At this point, the Vault of Albus Dumbledore now surpassed even that of the likes of the Potters and the Blacks in terms of wealth. Dumbledore was already receiving words of support from his staunch allies and curses from the Pure-Blood Families, as he was already more influential than most of them due to his accomplishments and now his wealth exceeded theirs and the allies of the Flamels meant his network and resources has increased, meaning his influence is now the greatest.

Dumbledore hadn't really counted his money, but the years eventually made him realize just how unnervingly rich he was compared to others. The Goblins had even classified his vault as among the top vaults of the bank. Money was just another part of the many sources extraordinary amount of power and influence that Dumbledore commanded, however. The years he spent traveling the world had allowed him to gain many allies and friends and as Supreme Mugwump, his network expanded to greater heights.

Right now, just about all his allies and even a decent amount of his rivals and enemies have acknowledged Dumbledore as the single most powerful man in Britain. In fact, some even stated he may well be unmatched in the entire world. Power.... Fame..... Even now, Dumbledore could still recall the days where he used to be much less humble and benevolent than he is now. Those days filled him with regret and left him with true humility, leading to the best lesson he had learned: With Great Power Comes Great Responsibility.

He had never sought too much power ever since he learned that lesson, and the power that he had, he put it to use not for his own glory, but for the greater good and to help the world. He was content to remain in the side-lines as much as he could, having learned the lesson that while helping others is a must, helping them to where he removed their ability to chose and grow was bad, from the Flamels, but whenever necessary, Dumbledore was always ready to provide his resources to be used for good.

And in the end of the day, no matter how involved he was into politics, Dumbledore proudly considered himself a scholar. It was his life's calling. No matter how powerful of a warrior he was, how people considered him to be a great leader, how some believed he was wasting his extraordinary abilities as just a Headmaster, Dumbledore had long since learned the joys and benefits of being a teacher. It helped him develop many children into staunch and valiant champions of the world. His heart still bled with his many failures as a teacher, but he had learned to at least be proud of raising many exemplary students.

There had been declarations that Dumbledore could have ended the war with Voldemort much sooner had he just personally confronted and defeated him like he did with Gellert. It was actually quite true. Dumbledore could have taken him even in his older days, even without the Elder Wand, and win. After all, he had even if not without suffering nearly lethal damage and bearing even now scars from the legendary duel defeated the true greatest dark wizard of all time. But his experiences had taught him well. He knew that the real problem wasn't just Voldemort. No, Voldemort was just a symptom and simply the carrier rather than the true harbringer. It was the attitude of the people.

After Albus had defeated and imprisoned Gellert in Nurmengard, unable to bring himself to kill him despite the protests of his brother and the International Confederation, he was swiftly promoted into Supreme Mugwump and hailed the greatest hero the world ever knew and considered the next Merlin, ensuring the Dumbledore Family name, once no significant Wizarding Family, would forever be famous for producing him, who many people believed to be the ultimate wizard.

Dumbledore's brief relief that his past had been resolved, even if there was this sadness that things had ended so badly between him and Gellert and hope that Gellert would regret his actions, and though he never wanted more power, he knew he had to step in to fix the damage Gellert had, and he was swiftly faced with the truth, reminding him exactly why even now many people internationally still wished Gellert had won and favored him over Voldemort.

Gellert's actions were inexcusable, but he truly did try to revolutionize the world for the better. He had willingly accepted any and all who would fight for him, including those cast aside by society. It took him years before he was able to quell the damage Gellert had caused, and afterwards he had tried to apply policies that would be similar to what Gellert had wanted, but much more benign and slow-paced.

Alas, his efforts weren't that successful. No matter how much he tried, people still dismissed certain individuals for various reasons. He was recognized as a hero, but while his political acumen was successful enough to cause some changes, many hard-cores still resented his change. It was when Voldemort arrived with his message of wizarding supremacy that Albus finally realized why. Just as Flamel had said, Tom Riddle was only a passing symptom, the root of the entire conflicts was in the minds of the public.

The purebloods were completely self-assured in their superiority, so obsessed with meaningless traditions, so out of touch with the reality that they would destroy themselves in a matter of decades and drag with them the entire world. The other solution would be to end them all, but Albus immediately shut it down. Not all Purebloods were like that, and besides even in those families, there existed people with the seed of kindness and doubt inside them. What right did he have to end them? No matter how people considered him to be nearly a god, he was no deity. He was just a man, an extraordinary man perhaps, but mortal and flawed.

This was the reason why Albus had desisted against just defeating and killing Riddle. If he were to do that, the current problem would be solved, but the Purebloods would always cling into their delusions and inevitably bring yet another supremacist. They needed to learn from experience, the best and harshest lesson anybody can have. It wasn't a matter that could be solved just by preaching. They needed to feel the horror of what holding to such bigotry could cause and from it learn.

And not only that, becoming the defeater of two Dark Lords would mean he was the next messiah. The same people who called him the greatest wizards that ever lived would hail him as a deity and the people would become so enthralled by his power that his word would become law. He was already the most powerful man alive in his time, but if he were to do just that, Albus Dumbledore would be the most powerful man in all of history. It's possible to use such power for good but Dumbledore had long since learned to be humble.

He decided he did not want that power, not because he didn't trust himself with it, but because he genuinely believed that his people deserved someone better, someone born humble and with the potential to be a leader. And as such he decided he would only do that after the people had finally started changing, when they had matured and realized the foolishness of the old ways and sought to change themselves. But he didn't need to when Harry defeated Voldemort.

Now, should Harry survive, Dumbledore intended to mold him into an individual who could be a proper leader for the world. He would teach him to the best of his ability and transform him into a man even more powerful than himself, if not magically then at least politically. His fame could be used to his advantage, with enough training.

Dumbledore just sighed as he finished his musings and conjured an expanded bag and then summoned several books and some gold. Primarily, it was the books. Dumbledore always had gold in him, so he didn't need much. He smiled ruefully at Miss Granger and Mister Weasley's looks of awe and insecurity. "As a special treat, i'll help with a decent amount of your purchases in Diagon Alley. Want an ice cream from Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour?" Their expressions instantly turned into that of joy. Dumbledore couldn't help but smile.

Once upon a time, he seeked glory and power, but now that he quite literately had all the power in the world, he discovered that he was perfectly content with using that power to help others and be of service to others. Besides, he had regularly given charity funds to Muggleborns and good organizations. Why should he hesitate to lend a hand in giving treats?

Dumbledore brought a chocolate and raspberry flavoured with chopped nuts while he gave the three strawberry-and-peanut-butter ice cream. He always liked raspberries and chocolate since he was a boy. Their final stop was Flourish and Blotts. He relished at the sight of books all over. As a scholar himself, he was very fond of them and had even been developing his project of books in multiple subjects. It should be finished pretty soon. That said, Dumbledore grimaced as he witnessed Lockhart's books, some guilt taking over his heart.

Gilderoy was once a truly gifted student, but had applied his gifts for self-vanity. Yet another failure as a teacher. Even though Dumbledore sought to expose him, he still lamented the person his ex-student became, just like he lamented Riddle and the Death Eaters. His guilt increased seeing Harry's clear annoyance as Lockhart noticed and then dragged him into the spotlight. 

But the solemn thoughts was rudely interrupted as Dumbledore was greeted by Lucius Malfoy's usual faux politeness. He gave his usual friendly smile as Lucius "congratulated" Dumbledore for his superb takeover of the Flamels wealth, clearly seething by the fact that Dumbledore now possessed wealth greater than his yet knowing better to believe he can fight him. He watched with a shake of his head as Lucius swiftly quarreled with Arthur, but it quickly turned serious when they started brawling.

Dumbledore allowed Arthur to have his shots before "Gentleman! I think that is quite enough." Dumbledore stated calmly as he broke up their fist-fight by manipulating the winds to separate them. It seemed, however, that they were out for blood and drew their wands and started dueling. Sighing, Dumbledore cast Shield Charms all over and then firmly broke up their fighting by freezing them with ice restraints and then blasting ricocheting lightning to hit them in one go.

"Enough." At the firm gaze of the Headmaster of Hogwarts, both walked away. He watched as Lucius scathingly gave Ginny a book to mock Arthur's wealth and nearly got attacked once again, with Dumbledore holding Arthur in place with wandessly conjured ropes, only releasing him when Lucius had left the shop with Draco. 

He watched as Hagrid admitted he fully approved Arthur's attack on Malfoy with a frown and how Molly ranted about Arthur being an improper father figure in the public with a sigh. He turned to the rather expectant Harry and the quite giddy Weasleys. "Love's keen sting affects even older people it seems." Dumbledore joked as Harry laughed at that and waved at him as he was about to return to Hogwarts. 

Alas, it seemed that this year would not be such a peaceful year at all. Just when Dumbledore was getting ready to prepare the school for the return of the students, he found much to his absolute horror and concern that Harry and Mister Weasley was riding on their father's flying Ford Angelia to Hogwarts.

Dumbledore wasted no time in modifying the memories of the Muggles who saw it, but when he returned to Hogwarts, he was met with the highly disconcerting sight of the Whomping Willow attempting to crush Harry and Ron with it's branches, Dumbledore immediately acted, blasting the branches holding them and then shooting a stream of water at the spot that could paralyze the tree entirely. 

As the car was freed, Dumbledore had barely breathed a sigh of relief when the car suddenly ejected every belongings and Harry and Ronald out, attempting to leave. Dumbledore didn't waste any time. He immediately pointed his hand at the car and began pulling it to the ground. It struggled propelling itself as much as it could, but Dumbledore eventually managed to bring it down. Immediately, Dumbledore blasted the car down, destroying it. He had to admit it was a waste for Arthur's hard work to go to waste, but it had to be done.

Immediately, Dumbledore turned to the terrified Harry and Mister Weasley. "Into this portal, you go." Dumbledore said curtly as he opened a spatial gate for them to enter his special office. When he had arrived, he found them looking as if they were about to be expelled that instant. 

"May I suggest you explain yourselves? I've had to modify the memories of 7 Muggles all over the country, Harry, Mister Weasley. Why did you ride the car? Explain it to me. I will understand. I know after all that you may be willing to break the rules but never to such an extent and you did that with good intent." Dumbledore asked as calmly as he could. He knew the children before him wouldn't do that without a very strong reason. He listened to Harry's explanation carefully.

The barrier at the Station being blocked was quite... Worrying. Few could have that kind of power, tampering with space and time was extremely dangerous and the fact that the space-time barrier was tampered with was quite disturbing. He was torn, yet again, with being severely exasperated and impressed with Harry's ingenuity, flawed as it was.

After a while, he decided the punishment. "Now I already told the rest of the staff and the students what had happened. Professor McGonagall is particularly angry at the two of you. That said, your actions had excuses so it shall be forgiven. No Points will be taken because there is none, but you will be serving 2 weeks of detention. If this is any consolation, you will be working a decent amount of the detention with me, though other professors may also be involved. I do hope that this doesn't happen again. Get to your Common Rooms, please. I need to tell the rest of the staff about my decision."

As they left, Dumbledore breathed out. He had managed to save them. Now time to deliver the news.

The reaction of the staff had been quite mixed. Sprout and Flitwick sympathized with them, McGonagall to a lesser extent, Lockhart was ever the dismissive and easy-going man, Filch was apoplectic that the students would not only be spared from excessive punishment, but also given a leeway by the fact Dumbledore would be overseeing it himself, Snape was clearly irritated that yet again Harry had gotten into trouble, and Madam Hooch and Madem Pince were neutral and approving.

There wasn't much complaints. The same, however, could not be said for the Weasleys. They were utterly infuriated and ashamed of their son's actions, especially considering the fact that Arthur would likely be troubled at work. The Dursleys seemed torn between gratefulness and anger that Harry had gotten into yet another trouble under his watch. Albus grimaced at what Molly would have in store for Ronald. He could already imagine some of them.

His beliefs ended up right as the next morning Molly had sent a Howler, obviously intent on utterly berating the boy. Feeling merciful, Dumbledore cast a spell that made Ronald experience the ranting in his mind rather than in the public. Mister Weasley seemed torn between gratitude that at least he wasn't publicly humiliated and annoyance that Dumbledore didn't just dispel the Howler. Dumbledore just gave an amused smirk upon reading his mind and simply stated he did deserve some punishment, after all.

A few days went without any other events, until Draco had been entered into the Slytherin Quidditch Team with Nimbus Two Thousand And Ones generously donated. Dumbledore just shook his head at first, but when Draco had called Miss Granger Mudblood, Dumbledore had felt himself angered for once by Mister Malfoy. Almost immediately when Mister Weasley had tried to curse Mister Malfoy and ended up backfiring due to his wand's broken situation, Dumbledore arrived.

"MISTER MALFOY! 70 House Points from Slytherin for your provocations, and I hope you never say these words again, less you make it worse for yourself." His voice was assuredly intimidating, as Mister Malfoy had immediately backed away. A groan alerted Dumbledore to Mister Weasley's situation. The Slug-Vomiting Hex. Immediately, Dumbledore had stopped the boy from vomiting slugs and transported him, Harry, and Miss Granger to Hagrid's Hut.

Hagrid looked about ready to choke Malfoy when he learned about what happened while Ronald was currently being sick after having recently finished his first huge vomit. Dumbledore had placed a spell so he would vomit up all the slugs in three tries. He noticed Miss Granger's clear sadness and anger and gave her a grandfatherly pat to the shoulder. 

"Miss Granger, the status of the blood has and will never mean anything. A decent amount of the greatest mages in the world are Muggle Borns and Half-Bloods. In fact, I, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, am a Half-Blood yet I am considered the greatest wizard in history. All that matters is the strength of the character, above all others, even magical ability and intelligence." Dumbledore declared firmly.

"You have proven yourself strong and willing to use your intelligence even when it could cost you in the previous year. So don't be disheartened. Keep working on your abilities, sharpen your mind, and in the end you'll be a great witch, just as Harry's mother, Lily Evans Potter, did. She, like you, was the most brilliant witch of her generation." Dumbledore praised as he firmly but gently looked at her in the eye. The girl seemed to be encouraged and tearfully thanked him. 

Dumbledore had decided after seeing Mister Weasley's pained expression that he had been punished enough and dropped all the detentions with him, sending the Patronus to Minerva to tell her his decision. That said, Harry still had a fair share of detentions with him and Ron still had to clean up the Trophy Room.

His detentions were actually lenient. It may well be just extra lessons as Dumbledore either taught them more spells than what they would normally learn or gave them challenges to test their spellcasting and skills, but they had to perform it to his exact standards before they can leave. Otherwise, they would be punished by having to clean up old books that Dumbledore had. Harry had managed to learn those spells quite well, while Mister Weasley took only 3 punishments before he was properly motivated into performing the best that he could. It was quite impressive, even though those spells are more of a third and fourth year spells, like the Banishing Charm, Revelio Charm, and Stunning Spell.

It was at the end of Harry's detentions that yet another big event, this time far more sinister than expected, occurred. He had just been about to walk Harry through the Gryffindor Common Room when he sensed a malicious magical presence lurking. It was 2 floors below.

"P-Professor Dumbledore? I think I just heard a voice. It said it wants to kill." Harry suddenly exclaimed. Alarmed, Dumbledore immediately placed his hand on Harry's shoulder. "Follow me Harry. Don't wander too far. Let's go." 

Dumbledore rushed to the second floor, barely pausing to see Harry running to catch up. When he had arrived, Dumbledore saw a sight he sincerely wished to never see again.  

The Chamber of Secrets has been opened. Enemies of the Heir Beware. The writings were made from blood and Dumbledore watched grimly as he noticed none other but Ms Norris, just as the students started to come there.

"Harry! What's-" Miss Granger's sounds were suppressed by her shock at the sight, while Mister Weasley seemed utterly terrified. 

"Mrs Norris?" The unusually weak voice of Argus Filch gasped at the sight. "YOU! YOU MURDERED MY CAT! I'LL KILL-" Before Filch could attack Harry, Dumbledore grabbed his hands with his firm grip as Mister Filch struggled before relenting, realizing it was futile. Even old, Dumbledore still retained a decent amount of physical strength from his many scuffles in wars. 

"Argus! Everyone but Mister Potter will return to their Dormitories immediately. Teachers. Follow me to Professor Lockhart's room. You don't mind, do you Professor." Dumbledore said in a business tone as he swiftly removed Miss Filch from the torch she was hanged on and proceeded to the office. 

Dumbledore focused on removing the dark magic responsible. He had after all cured Petrification curses before, but it seemed that just like the last time it happened, this magic can't be removed by his own efforts. He grimly told the staff that they would need to brew a Mandrake Restorative Draught to cure her and swiftly sent Harry away, after telling him to be cautious and tell the other Gryffindors such. It wasn't questioned much. After all, Harry was a model student for his age, so he was expected to be able to make it serious.

And as expected, it wasn't long before the students started asking about the Chamber of Secrets. Dumbledore had taken to himself to observe the classes, especially those with Harry in. It was when Miss Granger asked about the Chamber that Dumbledore revealed himself.

"Professor Binns, I think the students deserve to know the truth. And I have discovered many truths in history lost." The students were now looking at him expectantly as Binns had bowed to his wishes. 

"This castle was built by the four most celebrated Witches and Wizards of ancient times. Rowena Ravenclaw, Helga Hufflepuff, Rowena Ravenclaw, Godric Gryffindor and Salazar Slytherin. Among them all, Godric Gryffindor occupied the unanonymous spot of the leader. They built this school to teach children how to wield their magic, especially during the middle ages where magic was abhorred. The four Founders coexisted peacefully, until Slytherin proposed that they be selective. He believed that only those of wizarding descent should be allowed into Hogwarts and that what he believed to be lesser should be cast out and banned. All the Founders refused and Slytherin challenged Gryffindor, the greatest of the Four."

"With a heavy heart, Gryffindor banished his former friend from the school. 10 years later, Slytherin came back with an army of dark creatures and several supremacist wizards and witches, demanding control over Hogwarts and seeking to take over the magical world and overthrow the Muggles. With no other choice, the Founders fought their former friend. It was settled after a week as while Slytherin had raised a powerful army, the Founders had nearly the entire school backing them. Even Slytherin's own house was split in half. And the other Founders also had many resources and were able to call upon them."

"It ended when Gryffindor killed Slytherin in a fierce duel. However, in his dying breath, Slytherin cast a final curse at the school. He sealed the Chamber where he and Gryffindor had fought and placed in there a powerful monster in the hopes it could finish the work. Gryffindor in his weakened state was unable to kill the beast, but he was able to seal it in the chamber they fought. He locked it away, but it was said that Slytherin had anticipated Gryffindor's victory and thus planned so that when his heir returned, the seal would be broken." The students all listened to the story with complete awe. It wasn't recorded in Hogwarts History, but Dumbledore had discovered the truth in the midst of Gryffindor's resting place.

He noticed the infamous trio was working to solve this, even hearing that they were planning to use Polyjuice Potion to infiltrate the Slytherin Common Room. Dumbledore would have stopped them normally had he not also been suspicious that Malfoy had in fact been responsible. After all, Lucius was Riddle's most trusted servant. He may have been told how to unlock the Chamber. He sought to keep an eye out, however. He would let them do as they wished, but would intervene if it ever got too far.

His suspicions of Malfoy increased even further when during the Quidditch Match, where Gryffindor had narrowly prevailed due to Harry's determination, a Bludger repeatedly tried to hit Harry and eventually broke his arm. Moving swiftly, Dumbledore removed the magic around the Bludger and combusted it. He grimaced as Lockhart attempted to fix Harry's arm and accidentally vanished all the bones in it.

Fortunately, Dumbledore knew how to repair the damage. He quickly took him to the Hospital Wing and gave him a prolonged period of treatment by repairing all his bones. It had taken an hour, but it was done. But yet again, the Chamber of Secrets unleashed it's beast as Colin Creevey was found petrified by Albus himself.

Albus quickly dragged him to the Hospital Wing, but in process, he noticed that Harry had just talked to Dobby, the Malfoy's Elf. That had definitely confirmed that Lucius was up to something. He had after all seen the records, channeling some time magic to see for himself how Dobby was anxious and desperate to get Harry out and punished himself when he did say it. But how to expose him? 

Things seemed to only get worse as the year progressed, and though Dumbledore was able to maintain a level-head, thanks to his experiences fighting in the most desperate of battles, the rest of the staff were panicking, especially after recent events. It had started during the Dueling Club that Lockhart had proposed. Dumbledore would have normally allowed Snape to destroy Lockhart as an excellent humor, but decided against it.

This was not a time to be playing around, so instead when Lockhart had been easily thrown back with a Disarming Charm, Albus noting quite humorously that Snape seemed eager to "expel him", Dumbledore revealed himself and proposed to demonstrate a few spells. 

Seeing as many students were still young and early, Dumbledore only displayed certain spells like minor jinxes and hexes and skills like dodging and he even telepathically told Severus to stick to that as they sparred. Severus sneered but agreed. After displaying the Tickling Charm, the Full Body Bind Curse, the Impediment Jinx, and excellent movement techniques and strategies, with Severus firing the spells while Dumbledore would counter them all, although Dumbledore did decide to launch spells and twice knock Snape down, grimacing as students looked cheering and ready to clap, Dumbledore finally turned to the students. "Now  I think Mister Potter and Miss Granger, as excellent students, should be the first pair that would demonstrate dueling. Remember, stick only to the spells you learned here. We don't want any accidents here. The duel will last for 5 minutes. Well, there you go." Dumbledore announced with a cheer. 

The duel ended in Harry's narrow victory. Both were quick to display decent skill, but Harry appeared to be the quicker student and more adept at thinking while fighting than Miss Granger. That said, Miss Granger was reasonably quick to adapt and came quite close to winning at the end, nearly managing to make Harry trip, but Harry was able to regain his balance and cast the Banishing Charm that threw her off the arena.

The next pair was Draco vs Goyle, which ended quite decisively in Draco's favor. Draco was well-trained by his parents, obviously, as Lucius was a former Death Eater and would have insisted on passing on his skills to his son. Albus could only hope Draco would be able to avoid his parents path.

With 2 demonstrations, Dumbledore paired multiple students simultaneously. Harry would be fighting Draco, Miss Granger would be fighting Milicent Bulstrode, and Ron would be fighting Crabbe.

And it was surprisingly rather climatic, if he had to say. Harry was able to take down Draco slightly faster than he did with Miss Granger, even though he was hit with a Dancing Feet Charm after he had hit Draco with a Tickling Charm, which he swiftly undid, just as Dumbledore displayed when he allowed Snape to hit him with a few miscellaneous spells only to cancel them with the General Counter Spell.

Dumbledore had to admit he was impressed with Harry. He seemed to be able to pick up skills quite easily, and his pragmatism is quite astonishing. Meanwhile, Miss Granger quickly dispatched Miss Bulstrode in their duel, but the Slytherin woman had jumped on her and tried to pin her down physically. Harry was quick to save her, though. Mister Weasley, with his wand repaired by him before the club started, was able to fairly easily take down Crabbe. After a while, Dumbledore decided it was enough and swiftly ended the duels.

"Now I think a serious duel is in order. While you are NOT expected to engaged in such affairs yet, I think a demonstration is in order. This time, Professor Snape and myself shall duel for real. No longer just displaying skills." Dumbledore swore he saw everyone but Slytherin looking as if they had just been treated to a main course of an excellent dinner. Few but Mister Potter and Miss Granger could contain their excitement at seeing Snape being trounced. He held back a sigh. Severus really needed to be better and nicer at teaching.

Severus was looking as if he wanted to rant at him in private for the humiliation he was about to suffer. Pitying him, Albus held back a bit, allowing Snape to last a few minutes before finally grounding him and making sure it was as dignified and gentle as he could with a mere Knockback Jinx. Then, Albus turned to Harry and Draco. "Now, let me think.. Ah yes! Let's have a rematch between you two shall we? This time, the time limit will be 10 minutes. Feel free to duel as you like, but remember no particularly lethal spells." With that, Albus stepped away as the two walked to the stage. 

It would seem Draco was intent to give his best, however, as he quickly started launching rather strong spells. Harry was not idle, however, and fought fire with fire. After a prolonged duel, Harry grounded Draco with the Disarming Charm. It was at that moment that the true misfortune finally happened. Mister Malfoy had snapped and conjured a snake. Before anyone could react, Harry had immediately quelled it with Parseltongue, an ability that Dumbledore suspected he had due to the soul shard inside him. Almost immediately, everyone started gossiping furiously and Albus had to step forward to vanish the snake.

He didn't mind as Harry was escorted quickly by Mister Weasley and Miss Granger. He hoped they could teach him the importance of being cautious with such an ability. Very few had the ability to speak the Language of the Snakes. While Dumbledore had learned the language among the innumerable languages he had mastered, both magical and muggle originated, he wasn't born with it. He had recognized the command Harry gave the snake as being an order to not attack anyone.

Within a few days, Dumbledore saw Mister Potter was getting more and more isolated. Justin Finch Fletchley was starting to avoid Harry believing that he would be next, having revealed he was a Muggleborn. But the real disaster finally came when Harry was found with Justin and most surprisingly Sir Nicholas. He was immediately sent to his office. Dumbledore had used the opportunity to ensure Harry he knew for sure he wasn't responsible, but he needed to be careful.

He also decided to drop a certain hint that he was well aware of his plans to break the rules of the school by asking him if he wanted to tell him anything. Harry had hesitated, grimaced, clearly catching up that Dumbledore was close to discovering his plans, but ultimately he composed himself and said no.

As Harry left, Dumbledore contemplated the next course of actions. First, he needed greater insight into the Malfoys' plans, which he could get by allowing Harry's plans to come to fruition. Next would be discovering the monster that laid in the Chamber and figuring out how to kill it. It naturally caused him great pain and remorse that he would have to endanger a student, but he followed anyway. 

For the Greater Good.... Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore couldn't suppress the single tear that fell from his eyes at that as he let out a bitter chuckle. He still believed in it, even years later, in his own way. After all, while Gellert's ways were inexcusable, the motto was still something any great person must use and live for. Just as his much-regretted reticence against just dueling and then killing Riddle was based on it, just as how his plans around Mister Potter revolved around creating an everlasting change. If there was anything that he believed, it was that he regretted the neccessity, the lives that were lost, but he knew he must be strong.

The whole world depended on it after all.

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Albus had to admit it was quite calculating and intuitive in Harry and Miss Granger's part. They used Mister Crabbe and Mister Goyle's love for sweets to trick them into eating cupcakes that had been imbibed with a sleeping draught. They were truly excellent partners when it came to strategizing. Harry's tendency to be impulsive yet intuitive was complimented by Miss Granger's more composed and logical intelligence.

He was also quite aware that they were the ones who stole from Severus's office. It was a pretty amusing sight to see their creativity and Snape's fury with the situation.

But back to the situation at hand. As Albus watched, concealed with magic beyond their ability to perceive, their preparations, he suddenly realized that Miss Granger had, in fact, made a rather serious mistake with her attempts to get a hair from Miss Bulstrode. The hair was actually a cat's! Alas, Albus could only watch as the poor girl transformed into a cat humanoid while she shushed away the boys. He pitied her, but realized he needed to make sure Harry and Mister Weasley was safe. 

Albus watched with some amusement as Harry and Mister Weasley struggled to adjust to their transformed bodies. The two were quite fit, especially Harry, so the bodies of the much fatter Mister Crabbe and Mister Goyle must be troublesome indeed. He was also a bit bemused to see Ronald's awkwardness around Percy due to being disguised, although it turned to a frown seeing Mister Malfoy so rudely dismiss the Prefect. Manners.

Those two might think it was a waste of time, but Dumbledore was able to see the point perfectly clear. Draco wasn't allowed to directly help the Heir of Slytherin, but Lucius had in fact done something, used some dark magic he acquired from Riddle to activate the Chamber of Secrets. His century-worth of experience made it easy to deduce exactly what that item was. The Diary that Lucius had smuggled to Miss Ginevra Weasley! What a devious, cruel plan indeed. It would not only put strain into his reputation as a Headmaster but also incriminate Young Ginny, two birds with a single stone.

Dumbledore immediately searched for the book, but found that apparently Miss Weasley had tried to discard it in Moaning Mrytle's Bathroom, causing the poor ghost to throw quite a fit and cause a massive flood. Harry had taken it and then immediately used it. It was then that any doubt Albus had that Voldemort hadn't created a Horcrux vanished. He could detect the extremely corrupted life energies of the soul shard, especially as it was even able to perform magic and drag Harry to see memories. Dumbledore was just able to perform astral projection in order to see for himself what Riddle did. It was naturally his deceit that Hagrid had opened the Chamber of Secrets. Dumbledore had seen through him a long time ago.

Now that he had more or less confirmed that the Diary was the key to unlocking the Chamber, his next course was to find out the monster inside it. And he knew exactly who he needed to ask. 

"Miss Myrtle? Are you there?" Dumbledore called out kindly as he swiftly removed the huge waters flooding the floor.

"Who's there? Here to throw something at me again?" A sad girl's voice replied.

"Miss Myrtle, it is I, professor Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, the current Headmaster of Hogwarts and your former Transfiguration, Charms, and Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor. I am here to ask about the circumstances of your death, in the hopes of finally defeating the monster that killed you and saving the entire school." 

After a while, Myrtle's ghost appeared, looking a bit shocked that the Headmaster himself came to grace her with his presence. "Well, Professor Dumbledore, It was quite an unexpected way to die. It happened right in here. I died in this very stall. I remember it so well. I’d hidden because Olive Hornby was teasing me about my glasses. The door was locked, and I was crying, and then I heard somebody come in. They said something funny. A different language, I think it must have been. Anyway, what really got me was that it was a boy speaking. So I unlocked the door, to tell him to go and use his own toilet, and then — I died."

Dumbledore couldn't help but be a bit sympathetic to the girl. He thus bowed before her. "Thank you, Miss Warren. You have given me what i needed to save Hogwarts. I promise you that I'll do my best to ensure you are treated better." With that, Dumbledore hurried away. He knew now that the creature he was facing was. A Basilisik. He had fought one before during an international tournament and managed to kill it, but with great effort. It was after all among the deadliest creatures in existence. It was not a pleasant experience.

Gellert had used them as well, though he made sure it was thoroughly harmless to his people, and even he only used the creature as a last resort. and it had taken the efforts of the greatest magizoologist of the time to kill it. At his prime, Dumbledore was remarkably able to take a Basilisik down fairly easier, but only with serious preparation. He was under no delusion that he would have an easy time now. He needed to prepare. It would take weeks. Hopefully the school would last until then.

As he had already expected, Malfoy had spread his word around the Governors, seeking to remove him from Hogwarts. That said, the Mandrake Restorative Draught would soon be ready, but Dumbledore did not have the time to wait. He knew what must be done. A week later and Dumbledore was visited by Cornelius Fudge. The Minister of Magic wished to take Hagrid away, believing the previous accounts that he had been the attacker. Dumbledore could only pity Hagrid, knowing he would not be treated kindly and would be taken to Azkaban, but he hardened himself. Now was not the time to be soft. He must focus at the matter at hand, defeating the Basilisik and saving the school. 

When Lucius arrived to finally suspend him, Albus had to admit he was actually helping him out. Albus may adhere to the laws as much as he could, but this was a matter that needed to be treated seriously. So he simply accepted it, but he noticed Harry and Mister Weasley there and gave encouraging words. "I will only truly leave the school when the people who believe in me are gone. Help will always be given to Hogwarts as long as there is someone who will fight for it." 

And with that, he set off. He had completed his preparations mostly. The Potion of the Blessings of the Scarlet Bird, created from the tears of Fawkes, which would render him immune to the Basilisik's deadly stare and it's venom. It would normally take an entire month to create, but Albus was an exceptional potioneer and thus he was able to reduce the period to only 2 weeks and a half. It was only a few days now.

Next would be taking the Sorting Hat and from it summoning the Gryffindor Sword, which would allow him to kill the Basilisik. Naturally, he would also have to use his wand, as he needed to use magic as well to ensure it's skin would be weakened enough to kill it even with the sword. Dumbledore then helped the Governors, ensuring them he would protect them from Lucius Malfoy and managing to secure the lifting of his suspension.

By the time he arrived at Hogwarts, however, concealed under a glamour of his own power, things were much worse than he had expected. Ginny Weasley had been taken into the Chamber and the school would soon be closed. His heart clenched at the idea of the youngest Weasley, still having so much life and potential in her, his most recent student, dying. And when Harry and Ronald had observed and clearly wanted to enter the Chamber as well, Albus knew he couldn't deny them. He had to admit he was in a way moved that they would try to get help from Lockhart despite knowing well he was useless.

He arrived in time to protect them from having their memories erased, blasting Lockhart with his wandless magic. "You have gone too far this time, Gilderoy." Dumbledore made his fury clear, his magic barely restrained. He softened as he noticed Harry and Ronald's expressions of complete awe and fear, but didn't allow it to hinder him for too long as Gilderoy shot spells.

It seemed that despite his fraudulence, he did in fact have some skills, but Dumbledore had fought and defeated many much, much more dangerous enemies. Within a few moments and Gilderoy was already pinned down and bruised as Dumbledore effortlessly deflected multiple spells, some of which even nearly hit Harry and Ronald, and then cast a powerful stinging hex and a binding spell. "You're lucky that I don't have time to deal with you yet, Gilderoy. But make no mistake. I will make you pay later." 

With that, Albus rushed along with Harry and Ronald to the Chamber. "I understand your feelings, Ronald. After all, I had a sister who i failed to save. I would not deprive you of the chance to save her, not when it could well cause your family much grief. My brother to this day still never forgave me despite being cordial." Albus stated as they now stood at the entrance of the Chamber. But then-

Albus immediately pushed Harry and Ronald away and dodged himself to avoid Gilderoy's Memory Spell. Decades of experience meant he was able to detect spells and even determine the nature of the spells before the caster used them. It was an ancient type of magic he discovered and brought back, a particularly advanced form of Aurology, though from what he heard, most practitioners these days can only determine the nature of the spells when it had already been cast.

With reflexes that remained as sharp as ever from decades of war, he easily avoided while simultaneously blasting Gilderoy back. Gilderoy fired multiple spells, even dark ones, now, clearly desperate to maintain his facade. But Dumbledore had not been called the greatest teacher Hogwarts ever had in Charms and Defense Against the Dark Arts for nothing, so he was able to dissipate the jinxes and curses thrown at him by simply reciting the counter-curses faster than they could even come close and sometimes before they even left his opponent's wand.

The blow to finally end the duel after just a minute was his redirection of Gilderoy's Memory Spell back at him, aimed as a last-ditch effort after Dumbledore's Wandless Magic alone overwhelmed his Shield Charm with a ripple to the ground. It was yet another rare technique that Albus had developed together along with Gellert back in his youth and perfected from his many years as a researcher and honed in the battlefields, the ability to precisely convert your magic into an invisible web that could trap and then turn the magic of the enemy back at them.

It was far more effective than the Shield Charm in that even the Unforgivable Curses can be blocked, as rather than use magic to create a shield, the technique instead created a trap so literately every spell except ritual based can be blocked, although like every magic, power and skill decided just how much a person can redirect. It can weaken the amount of damage the attacking spell caused even if it failed, but attempting to apply it against the Killing Curse improperly was known to make the defender suffer some nasty side-effects, such as a coma and permanent magical core damage. 

Albus watched dispassionately as his former Professor collapsed, his memory wiped. He pointedly aimed his wand at Lockhart and in an instant he was apported to a special part of the Headmaster's office. He'll deal with him completely later. Now he needed to save Ginevra Weasley.

He aimed his hand at the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets. "Open." Dumbledore commanded in the language of Parseltongue and watched grimly as the entrance revealed itself.

"Professor? How-"

"Parseltongue is a rare ability, but I've spend decades as a scholar and among the many scarcely known skills I mastered was Parseltongue." He gave an encouraging smile to the shaken boys. "Don't worry.... You two and Miss Granger are among the most brilliant students Hogwarts ever had. You are here to save Ginny Weasley, and while your current powers are not nearly sufficient to defeat the beast that lay inside the Chamber, there are many ways to help in victory." Harry nodded with awe in his eyes.

"It's a-"

"A Basilisik. I trust Miss Granger must have figured it out, being more bookish? Clever, but don't worry. You can gain knowledge and skill in many ways. Reading books and learning from them isn't the only way. I remember the many times where i have had to think outside the box in the usage of my magic to win. As she probably had said, books are excellent, knowledge is power, but power without direct experience is useless. Now, shall we?" Dumbledore asked gently as he prepared to enter the Chamber. 

"Don't let go of my hand." Dumbledore ordered firmly as the two boys nervously grabbed both his hands. And with that, they jumped.

"A-AMAZING! T-This is- This is like Superman in the films!" Harry yelled excitedly as they flew down. Dumbledore couldn't help but chuckle. He was honestly a bit impressed that Harry was raised so well that he could even relate Muggle fiction to the wizarding world. The flight they were currently using was a spell Albus himself had developed along with the Flamels. With it, he could fly and take a person with him. It was among his finer achievements. 

When they finally landed, however, the warrior inside him immediately took over. Albus gave the two a stern look. "Now, You must surely realize while I have allowed the two of you to accompany me because I understand and sympathize with your feelings, you are nowhere near the level where you can fight a Basilisik. I have had my experiences with them. And-" Albus revealed the Blessing of the Scarlet Bird and drank half of it in one go.

"This brew can make you immune to the Basilisik's deadly poison and gaze, but you will only take Ginny away. Do NOT try to engage the King of Snakes. Just stand aside and keep Ginny save. Your other role-" Albus pulled out the Sword of Gryffindor. "Would be to hold on to this."

"The Sword of Gryffindor. You talked about it in one of our discussions regarding history." Albus chuckled a little.

"This is a weapon created by Gryffindor. It could slay the beast, but it must be weakened and left lethally exposed first. It can still harm the beast, however, so you will keep it until I have weakened the Basilisik to where all I need is the sword to end it. Don't hesitate to use the Sword in any way. In this case, wands will not be much use. You are not expected to help at all, just survive with Ginny, and then I'll summon the Sword and kill it myself. I repeat this again. You MUSN'T engage the Basilisik. Even if it's gaze and venom can no longer kill you, a Basilisik still has many ways to kill a human apart from them. Do you understand?" They nodded as firmly as they could.

With that, Dumbledore opened the door and motioned for the two to follow him. It wasn't a minute until they spotted Ginny. "GINNY!" Yelled Ronald as he rushed into his sister's body, followed by Harry. Dumbledore immediately used a transfiguration spell that transformed himself into a lightning ball to outrun them to Miss Weasley's body. He checked her and what he detected was utterly inhumane to say the least. Her soul was being drained of it's life, all in order to-

Albus Dumbledore could not hold his outrage any longer. "TOM RIDDLE!!! Show yourself. I know it's you. I know what magic you used. I know the monster you chose to became instead of dedicating the talents that could have once placed you on a level that could challenge even me to become a truly great wizard." At the end of those words, he felt some of his rage ebb away, replaced with the guilt and heaviness he felt.

He had truly believed Riddle was capable of great dedication, but alas instead he discarded his humanity, unknowingly removing himself of much of the talents he could have used to reach a level of brilliance that may well be able to give even him a run for his money. He had failed as a mentor. No matter how much people seemed to have forgotten the man before Lord Voldemort was born, Albus would always remember him as the student he was, as among the greatest of his failures as a teacher.

"Albus Dumbledore... I have to admit i wasn't expecting to see you here. Come to face me again, to show just how love is more powerful than my magic?" The sadistic, mocking voice of Tom Riddle greeted him as the man appeared, not truly corporeal, but very close. Albus just stared at his former student solemnly. Truly, no matter how twisted he had became, this student was once the most brilliant student of his age. So was many of his followers. They were all brilliant in some ways. The fact that they became the monsters that they were now is a tragedy.

"You're Voldemort. You're the murderer of my parents back when he was still human!" Harry yelled, seemingly outraged that he ever trusted the man. Ronald was glaring fiercely at him.

"I was expecting to kill Potter, but killing you would also be a bonus, Dumbledore. I'm going to enjoy this. But first I think I want to ask you something. How was it that this boy was able to defeat me when he was just a baby? I've heard the fact that he was a good student, a brilliant one, but while perhaps in the future he may be a threat, he was just a baby when he defeated me. How was that possible? When I had became the greatest sorcerer in the world?"

Harry's eyes narrowed to slits as Dumbledore shook his head. "You're not even close to being the greatest. Sorry to say this, but the two greatest wizards of all time are Albus Dumbledore and Gellert Grindelwald. You feared Dumbledore always, and only took the spot of the greatest dark wizard because Dumbledore had already defeated Gellert Grindelwald. Compared to the true greatest sorcerers, you probably are just an amateur."

Albus was unable to stop the small smirk in his face at that. It was very much true. No matter how great Riddle had became, in the end, he never reached his true potential. In contrary to his beliefs that immersing himself so deeply in the dark had left him with the greatest power, instead it was because he had become so dark that he could now never reach true power and mastery that came from mastering both like he and Gellert had.

The darkness had corrupted him, making him far more vulnerable to the light and even neutral magics than Gellert was. And his arrogance meant he was content to just remain at his current level and instead seek material power. But to answer Riddle's questions. "You never learn, do you Tom? Magic is not just about power, about skill. Magic is the force that keep the universe running. It has laws. It has many ways to be applied. Emotions can amplify it. Believing that the magic you have is the greatest is your folly, truly. And Love.... Love is the greatest of all magics. But as you would not listen to reason, let's get straight to the fight, shall we?"

Riddle looked like he wanted to throw a fit, but eventually composed itself. "You're right. Let's pit the ultimate powers of the Heir of Slytherin against the Unrightful Headmaster of Hogwarts! Today, Slytherin shall overcome Gryffindor in a way killing Mudbloods can never fulfill." With that, he raised his hand and unlocked the seal containing the Basilisik. Dumbledore readied himself, his wand drawn, and immediately pushed the young students away. The King of Serpents would have been an intimidating sight, but Albus had fought Basilisiks before.

Although as he took in the size of the snake, he had to admit it was definitely stronger than normal Basilisiks. With a hiss, the giant snake immediately launched itself at him. Albus performed the Shield Charm so swiftly and so strongly the snake was thrown back, unable to overcome his shielding with sheer force alone. He immediately summoned Fawkes, not to help him, but to protect the boys should he be compromised.

"Attack him with your venom! He may be immune to your deadly gaze because of whatever magic he used, but your poison can still damage him!" With that, the Basilisik began throwing out his venom at him. Albus quickly shifted his tactics, blasting the globes of corrosive poison with kinetic blasts of his magic while maintaining the Shield Charm for whenever the snake spat out a massive surge of his venom before blowing it away with a fierce wave of air. He also began attacking it with fully-charged lethal spells of all kind, bolts of lightning, balls of fire, blasts of pure power, and streams of the elements.

Suddenly, though, spells were shot from behind him and Albus looked back in horror to see that Harry and Ronald were attacking Riddle. Jumping away to avoid the Basilisik. "Harry! What are you doing!? I thought I told you-!"

"You said we couldn't take the Basilisik, but we can still help with Riddle! Just focus on that giant snake. We'll hold him off! Don't worry. Your bird is helping us! Here's your sword!" Harry threw the Sword at him and Albus caught it. It horrified him that he had in the end forced the children into battle this early, but he couldn't dwell on it for too long. He returned to attacking the Basilisik, and was pleased to see it was starting to bleed on multiple places.

The thing about Basilisiks, they are extremely strong and fast, but their spell resilience comes from their armor unlike dragons who are naturally resilient to magic. As such, sufficiently strong spells can breach it's defenses and eventually wear it down. From his experiences with Basilisiks, he knew the weak spots of the armor and though this Basilisik is clearly stronger, it was still vulnerable.

So he doubled his offense, exploiting it's weakening attacks due to it's injuries. He even channeled magic through the Sword, which Dumbledore discovered was a surprisingly excellent conduit for his magic, regularly channeling slashes of golden light from it. While he was aware that the Sword was magical, having been created by some of the finest Goblin smiths, he never expected it to be this magically compatible. Truly, what a powerful weapon.

He also regularly took the time to see how Harry and Ronald were faring and was pleased to see with Fawkes help, they were able to make Riddle frustrated and unable to get rid of them. It was quite effective, and he supposed the detentions they served under him and the Dueling Club had helped them into the fair duelists they were now. He even believed they could give fifth-years a decent fight at their current level. Although Riddle for obvious reasons can't use spells that would overpower them easily, it was still impressive. 

After a few more minutes, finally, the snake's armor is more than half-broken. Performing the finishing touch, Dumbledore focused all his power upon the Sword, calling upon it's legendary power that he had heard of in rumors. He channeled all the bravery, the love, and the desire to help within him, drawing upon everything that Godric Gryffindor valued in his House. After a moment of focus, the sword emitted a deep glow as it's ultimate power, the ability to strike true against any and all evil, was unleashed.

With all his magic, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore launched the Sword at the Basilisik's heart, impaling it, causing the beast to let out a mighty howl, before then telekinetically manipulating the sword with his Wandless Magic to attack it at all it's weak spots. As the beast looked to be on the verge of collapse, Dumbledore glanced at the diary, at how close it was to Riddle, Harry, and Ronald. He had made his decision.

He lunged with his magic strengthening his old but still quite strong body, focused his magic entirely into the sword, and impaled the beast through it's mouth before flying and then impaling it's head, delivering the mortal blow for sure. As the Basilisik howled and began to slowly collapse, Dumbledore immediately charged at Harry and Ron, tackling them away as the fangs of the King of Snakes impaled the diary.

Swiftly standing up, Dumbledore watched as the specter of Riddle let out an extremely painful howl and began to tear itself apart as he screamed curses and shook his head. Even now, it was still a lament... To see such a bright student pay for his misdeeds. But he did not have the time to focus on that. Dumbledore immediately tended to Miss Weasley and apported them all to the Headmasters Office.

Fortunately, she was quick to wake up, and Dumbledore immediately explained everything to the Weasley parents. He told them everything and ensured them Ginny would not be punished for it. Many people had fallen for Riddle's manipulations. Ginny was hardly the first. Dumbledore couldn't blame her. 

Then Dumbledore turned his attention to Ronald and Harry. "First, although your actions back there were quite reckless, tangling with Tom Riddle, the most brilliant student of his time, I have to appreciate your courage and skill. Therefore, I award Gryffindor with 250 House Points each by granting the two of you Special Award for Services to the School. Now, Ronald, I think you should send an owl to Azkaban asking for the return of our Keeper of Keys."

Ronald positively beamed at him. "Yes, Professor! After everything, i think you can call me by just Ron, if that's what you want. Thank you for saving my sister. You really are the greatest headmaster the school had ever seen." At that, Albus Dumbledore couldn't help the sigh.

"Don't glorify and put me at such a high pedestal, please Ron. I may be a great teacher and leader, but i have flaws and i have made mistakes. You've seen Tom Riddle. You know how he became like that. If i had been better as a teacher, i could have stopped him. I could have saved him, and the lives of many, including your parents Harry." Dumbledore said earnestly with a sad smile.

Harry shook his head. "We all make mistakes, Headmaster. But I think- No, I believe firmly that there is no greater sorcerer and Headmaster than you, Headmaster Dumbledore. Tom Riddle was not your fault. He was a psychopath-"

"Maybe he was born evil, but evil could still be redeemed, Harry. And i tried and failed at that. So as his teacher, i do bear the responsibility of failing him, just as i failed each and every single one of my students that fell to the dark. There were even minor cases that were still quite dangerous, starting with Mister Lockhart here." Dumbledore waved his hand and the door that was holding Gilderoy prisoner unlocked itself.

"What will happen to him?" "I will wake him up, announce that he has lost his memories, reveal the heroic deeds of the people whose memories he had removed, but i would not expose him. At this stage, it's already too cruel. He has lost everything, and he was my student, no matter the person he had become now. He will stay in ST Mungo, treated like any decent patient would, never able to harm anyone else, but not suffering either." Dumbledore had already decided his fate when he decided to manipulate and have him teach at Hogwarts. It was a fate that was well-fitting, but Dumbledore pitied the man before him, so he decided against punishing him any further.

"Professor... When Riddle said that he and i were similar, i was also asked to join Slytherin. What does all that mean?" Dumbledore gave the boy before him a compassionate smile.

"It means, Harry, that you possess traits that Salazar Slytherin would have greatly favored in his students. But because you chose to be a Gryffindor and had the strength and heart to be a truly great one, the Hat decided you should be in Gryffindor. Don't believe that you didn't belong in Gryffindor. For example, when you held the Sword, I saw it light. That light can only be manifested by a true Gryffindor. I may have used it because i had the experience and skill in battle needed, but you also have that potential. Don't be discouraged, Harry." He gave the Potter a gentle pat in the shoulder.

Lucius Malfoy barged into the office with a furious expression on his face. "Hello, Lucius. I have been expecting you."

"So! You returned. Even when-"

"The Governors have decided to return me as Headmaster. I must say, Lucius, I truly did not expect such a devious plan from you, smuggling the Diary of Tom Riddle, Lord Voldemort. With that, you intended to discriminate both Arthur Weasley and myself, but alas, your plans have failed. Now I am quite tempted to send you to Azkaban, and I have perfectly the power and resources needed, but instead, I have decided on another punishment." With that, Albus stood up and faced Lucius directly, whose face was already quite pale. 

"You will be allowed to remain free, but you will surrender the custody of your House-Elf Dobby, you will no longer be a Governor of Hogwarts, and if you attempt any other crime against the school. You will find yourself in a quite unpleasant fate. Don't force me to do that. Release Dobby and leave the school alone. Make it clear to your son that i will not tolerate his unpleasant behavior if he continues it. Must I remind you... Who was it that your master feared? Who defeated a dark wizard more powerful than your master could ever be?" Lucius was clearly shaking now, Albus's aura was actually visible to him, it's immesurable strength intimidating him completely. "Well?"

With a gritted teeth, Lucius summoned his elf. "Dobby! Albus Dumbledore is your master now." With that, Lucius immediately left the room and Albus swore he heard him running immediately after leaving the Headmaster's office. At this point, Dumbledore didn't care how uncomfortable it was for him. He had crossed a line this time. He gave him mercy only because just like Riddle, Lucius was another one of the students he failed, and primarily because it would have been stressful for young Miss Weasley to be dragged any further into this.

Smiling at Dobby's clear glee, Dumbledore turned his attention back to the smirking Harry and Ron. "Well, shouldn't you rest? You all deserved it after all."

The year ended quite well for all, with Gryffindor having won the House Cup, Lucius Malfoy being sacked, Draco now not having any real influence on Hogwarts, and the school saved from closure. Dumbledore saw it fit to yet again see Harry off personally, gently waving at him as the train departed. 

But afterwards, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore walked around the Great Lake with many thoughts in his mind. The first thing that he had confirmed was that Voldemort had in fact created Horcruxes and quite more than just the accidental part of himself in Harry and the Diary, considering his lack of care. A part of him winced, realizing that if Voldemort ever found out the Diary was destroyed, it would lead to Lucius suffering quite a harsh treatment. At least the enchantment he had placed on Harry was taking effect. His chances of surviving were greater than ever, having experienced 2 encounters with the current Dark Lord and subsequently amplifying the goodness inside him.

The second thing was that Harry truly was more fit to be a leader than him. He had seen it himself, how the boy expertly took charge and lead Ronald and Miss Granger effectively. But more than just an innate talent for leadership, Dumbledore saw in Harry what he lacked during his youth. True desire to just be there for everyone he cared about. He had no desire to seek power. And that was what had affirmed Albus's belief that Harry could be a leader better than he ever was. With his chances for surviving greater, now all he needed to do was start training him. 

But Albus couldn't bring himself to immediately introduce the boy to the path that would suit him. He was just a child. He deserved much more time to learn, grow, and develop his character and abilities. Hopefully, it would all end well.

Returning to his office, Albus Dumbledore opened his secret case that had contained the ultimate project he had been working on as a scholar. He took out the drafts of the books he intended to author as soon as everything was over, along with the blueprints and construct of a new magical academy.

After the death of his sister, Albus was left purposeless. His initial foolish desires for power had destroyed his family and left him with an emptiness as he realized how deep down, he never wanted to persecute Muggles and enslave them like Grindelwald wanted. He did want to create a new world, but not like that. In his confusion and grief, he had spent 10 years traveling the world aimlessly, taking the Grand Tour he once wanted to have with his oldest friend Doge alone.

It was during those times that Albus experienced the world in it's fullest. He had been champions in many international tournaments, but he had never really explored every country as he did when he traveled and spent time in each country quite intensively. There were many wonders, secret magics that Albus discovered, ruins, places, and creatures that he had solved.

And from there on came the realization that despite his friends in school believing he was always kind and modest, which he believed himself back then, he had in fact been affected by the many praises and expectations of many who looked up to him and that arrogance had developed. He felt great shame, realizing the core of the reason why he had nearly fallen in line with Gellert's plans. It was because he had began to desire to be a grand mage, and Gellert's plans provided him with the chance to exercise his abilities.

While he did believe, very wrongly, that it would help the world, he realized that at that point he hadn't developed the selflessness and compassion that always existed inside him. It was there and expressed early, but it had been repressed by years of drowning in his education and the many greatness he achieved. While his friends believed that he was different than the arrogant geniuses through history, he had came quite close to being just like them.

He admitted it, and it was a source of shame and regret, and he kept that awareness to forever remind himself that for all his greatness, there were things he can't do by himself, and that being humble was the right path to using power. That lesson had been strengthened over the years. While the public had always believed he could have single-handedly defeated Gellert, he knew it wasn't the case. Perhaps earlier, he could have, but when Gellert had amassed the greatest dark army the world had ever seen, it had taken many sacrifices, many years of warfare, and a duel as magnificent as it was extremely brutal and difficult for him, a duel that had nearly killed him. The greatest war and the greatest duel. People knew, but they admired him so much the fact that he had saved the wizarding world overrode all the blood, tears, and sweat that had been shed by him and his loyal soldiers.

During his years overworld, he had also worked, hoping to rediscover his purpose in life by taking on jobs. Made no mistake, he highly excelled. He had taken on literately every job he could get, applying his best to them all, but in the end, he never felt any true satisfaction apart from the fact he was helping people.

Until he was asked by the Flamels to become their apprentice and their heir. His 7 years under their tutelage was truly the best in his life. He learned not only many incredible magics and skills, both political and intellectual, but he also learned the ultimate truth. The true flaws that his and Gellert's old plans had. The Flamels had after all made the same mistakes in their own way that lead to their isolation. It started in 1410, they used to help people with the Elixir of Life when they were diagnosed with diseases beyond normal repair and that was when they first learned the joy of using their gifts to benefit the world. In a way, it was similar to the joys he had discovered in expanding the world's knowledge.

Even after the demands became too much and they faked their deaths to move to where they are now, they still tried to help. And it was in the 1610s that they finally learned the error of their ways. Paris was in great turmoil, the new king having just been a child, so the Flamels did everything they could to assure Paris's dominance over Europe and ensure peace remained kept. Although he did not blame them, he must admit the things they did to achieve their goals were terrible, to say the least. Manipulations of the French Nobility and supporters of the King to ensure the opposers were wiped out, ensuring that Louis XIII were hailed as a just king. Having him wage war with other countries of Europe.

But just like Albus, it was their intelligence, their misguided desire to help that became their downfall. In time, they were overwhelmed with horror and shame until by the War of Spanish Succession, no amount of good that came from their efforts could make up for the damages it also caused. In their disillusionment, they retreated completely from society. That was the ultimate flaws of any forced revolutionary in the name of the Greater Good. Wanting to help people was noble, but taking the chances and freedom of others was always the wrong answer.

It was at that moment that any lingering attachment he had to his old ideals vanished as he realized the ultimate wrongness of it. And with that came the realization of his true calling as a scholar, a teacher. It was also at that moment that Hogwarts required his assistance. At that point, many of his old teachers had died or resigned. As such, Albus was needed to take the responsibilities of multiple teaching positions. And he did so, in service of the school that had helped shape him into the scholar that he was. He took up the mantles of the Professors of Defense Against the Dark Arts, Charms, Transfiguration, Potions and Care of Magical Creatures. He eventually passed on the former two to Professor Silvanus Kettleburn and his old friend Horace Slughorn, keeping only three subjects. It was difficult, but he was able to carry it out magnificently.

But when Gellert had risen, Albus knew that as much as he wished to remain simply a scholar, he couldn't stand that way forever. He needed to change, adapt, help the world in ways than just as a teacher, thus becoming a war leader and then afterwards a political leader, but he always intended to remain a scholar to the end.

At first, it had started with just making books that contained as much of his magical knowledge and experience as that could be safely passed on to all the world, but in time, he had wrote books about his experiences and knowledge on politics, warfare, and strategy, realizing how important it was that the world learn from the mistakes of others. Despite his misgivings, he had done it all well. When he had presented the books to the Flamels, they looked like the parents proudest in the world. They judged his works to be topmost quality, but none more so than his willingness to reveal the shames of his past. Few knew about it anymore, but Albus had decided it needed to come out. And so he had written it in his books.

But then Albus recognized that the Wizarding Word lacked colleges and universities, like the muggle world had, which helped with careers and gave them more advanced training. The Wizarding World never picked that marvelous piece up. Instead, they remained content with just having schools and then sending their students off to find their works. Albus decided it needed to change, thus creating the ideas for his own academy, which would provide them with the proper training and education needed to tackle their chosen works and even change in the middle if they so wished.

It was when Harry had arrived that Albus finally created what he thought was the ultimate endgame he would have. He would teach the Potter into becoming a great leader capable of making great progress while Albus himself would create this new academy once Hogwarts no longer needed him. Then he would spend the rest of his life as just the founder of the revolutionary school. Famous, no doubt, and in a way still a leader, but no longer having to involve himself too deeply in politics and the like. He would gladly distribute the power he had acquired to others. After all, his legacy had always been intended to end as just the greatest scholar.

His heart felt lighter than it had for years, with his books mostly complete, his academy nearly prepared, and the man he had started to consider as his son and heir starting to prove his worthiness.

Unbeknownst to Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, however, his legacy would be more than just that of the greatest scholar.

For this was the beginning of the final change and ascension Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore would undertake. Harry James Potter would indeed be a leader. But not in the way Dumbledore had at first intended, truly to his deepest relief and happiness.

This was the beginning of the start of a familial relationship in any ways but blood that would change the Wizarding World. And help an old man find peace with his failures and peacefully start his Next Great Adventure, content and having left a legacy that not even Merlin himself ever came close to matching.

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For once, Harry was able to settle for the entire time in Privet Drive, remaining the decent nephew, but instead the trouble of the year came when Sirius Black escaped Azkaban after he was imprisoned there for betraying James and Lily to Voldemort and then killing Peter Pettigrew. Albus knew he would likely target Harry, so he decided to personally warn Harry about the Black.

After all, since the previous year had started the process of ensuing Harry's survival due to the enchantment placed on him, Dumbledore no longer had much reservations with getting closer to Harry. He sent a message to Harry, asking to take him to Diagon Alley to buy his school stuffs. He was quite pleased when his message was eagerly accepted by Harry. As such, Dumbledore was currently walking the streets of London along with Harry in order to reach the Leaky Cauldron. 

"Had a nice summer, Harry?" Dumbledore asked calmly and cheerily.

"Yes, Professor. How was yours?" Harry asked back politely.

"It was quite uneventful, but given that I've had a fair share of experiences, I think it's actually peaceful. I had to admit i was a bit surprised with your choices for electives. Care of Magical Creatures is a very useful skill, Arithmancy is also an excellent subject, but Divination is, I have to admit, not quite that of a subject you would wish to take." Dumbledore stated bluntly. That seemed to make Harry somewhat awkward, but Dumbledore needed to tell him what he could chose.

"Divination is imprecise. I count myself among the very few who can apply it to a reasonable degree, but among my many... Exceptional talents, Divination is without a doubt, my weakest subject. I would have expected you to take Study of Ancient Runes, instead. If you still wish to change, then I could allow it, my boy". Dumbledore offered.

Harry looked down at that, but shook his head and stared at him firmly. "Professor, I chose Divination because I think that Voldemort must have came after me because there was a prophecy about me. I want to understand it more, about prophecies. And while Study of Ancient Runes is without a doubt an excellent elective, I think finding out more about what happened that night is far more important."

At that. Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore felt like he had been slapped in the face by Lily Potter at her worst temper. It was natural for Harry, of course, to seek the truth. No matter how well he was raised, he knew Harry still longed to discover what made him special, what had cost him the lives of his parents. He felt like he should actively dissuade Harry, try to get him to understand how overwhelming the truth was, but then he looked at Harry's eyes, and saw it soft but firm determination.

He knew at that point that Harry would not bend. He could convince him, but Albus felt that Harry deserved to at least try to find the truth. So ignoring his impulses, Albus gave him a supporting nod. 

The rest went on pretty well. Harry was back to being cheerful as he happily bought all the things he needed for next year. And Albus was acting parental, finding it surprisingly easy, treating him to ice cream and updating his Nimbus Two Thousand, making it capable of the same speeds his war-fitted broom could. He even showed his broomstick directly and told Harry about some of his past as a flier, demonstrating the aerial battles he fought with projection charms, making the boy excited and rather impressed with his techniques.

When Harry asked why he was never a Quidditch player, Albus just smirked. "I do know a lot about Quidditch, and I DID play it a few times, but my talents in flying lie more on the go. Your father was an excellent Chaser, but it seemed you are more gifted than he was."

The next thing Albus did was help him like a decent teacher would before class. He first started out by describing quite enthusiastically how learning Care of Magical Creatures would help him, referencing the many experiences he had with creatures and some of the things his first protégé, Newton Scamander, had done, and then moving on to Arithmancy, describing how precise and methodical it was, how it literately focused on magical theory and the calculations of magical energy, and examples of how it could help him.

Meanwhile, Harry was looking at him like he was being treated as a son for the first time, and Albus felt his heart both warm with honor and clench with guilt. It was natural. Petunia and Vernon had made it clear they never really acted as parents, but as the aunt and uncle they were. Supressing that, Albus moved on to what theoretical help he could about Divination. He swore that he saw Harry be somewhat appealed at just how redundant Divination was, and couldn't help the smirk. After all, even those with similar motives had flinched and felt that it would be best to give it up. 

"Sir. You're the most powerful man in the wizarding world. You've accomplished so many things, but are there still objectives in your future?" Albus couldn't help the sigh at that.

"Ah! I would like to have a formal apprentice who could be the heir to everything that I could give, everything that I intend to build in the future. Passing on all that I could to another seems to be among the few things I believe I still have to do." Dumbledore said solemnly, all while he mentally kicked himself.

There were still plenty of things he hadn't completed. Still lots of miles before he could rest and leave everything to Harry. "I don't have a son, you see. I had a protégé once, but it wouldn't suit him. Ah... Forgive me. I'm being melancholic, Harry. My age has allowed me to see and experience many things. Growing in power, wisdom, and knowledge, after all, came at costs."

He saw Harry's face as being that of pity, But more than that, hope that he could be the apprentice that he was talking about. Albus barely prevented himself from shedding a tear at that. With just a few words, he had given Harry the seed needed to make him the heir he always wanted, not knowing the dangers and difficulties that came with it. 

"Speaking of which, the Weasleys would like to express their sincerest regards. I'm sure you heard that they have won the annual Daily Prophet Grand Prize Galleon Draw from the phone call that Mister Weasley had delivered. I admit that you're quite fortunate, since I was able to advise him to speak well and confidently before using his telephone." Harry grimaced as Albus smiled. He had been on his way to congratulate them when he saw Ron contact Harry. He had provided an example on how to use the phone before then coaching the Weasleys, Arthur in particular, about how to use phones.

"The magics in Egypt are quite unique, you know. It's Curse-Breaking and Alchemy secrets are exceptionally high-quality. I discovered many things when I traveled there, and I won some of the most prestigious awards in Alchemy there. Ronald's wand has been replaced at my own suggestion, since he seemed to be somewhat uncomfortable with his old wand. I've seen Miss Granger as well and she had bought a highly intelligent cat named Crookshanks." Albus mentioned with as much cheer as he could in his disarray. But then he remembered about Sirius Black. 

"That said, this year may well be difficult, not just for you but for every student. Sirius Black, among Voldemort's cruelest and most capable servants, has escaped from Azkaban. Azkaban's guards will be stationed at Hogwarts, but I must warn you, Harry. They are some of the most horrible creatures, Dementors are. They feed on the happiness of others and suck the souls of their victims, causing them great dread at best and a fate worse than death at worst. So tread lightly and carefully." Harry didn't know the truth, but it was still a warning he needed to hear. And as Harry left, ensuring him he would do his best to stay safe, Albus felt himself solemnly smile as he waved at him before returning to Hogwarts.

After reluctantly arranging the Dementors at Hogwarts, in exchange for Cornelius helping him secure Hagrid being allowed to be restart his education, Dumbledore had quickly arranged for Snape to brew the Wolfsbane Potion. While Dumbledore was fully capable of brewing it himself, he decided to give Severus a chance to make amends between him and the Marauders.

That said, Dumbledore kept a close watch at him to ensure he wasn't tempted to make it toxic, and it seemed it was partially right as Severus numerous times looked like he wanted to add something that would make the brew more unpleasant than it should be, but Dumbledore had regularly displayed his knowledge in Potions so Severus could only bitterly do his best, knowing Albus would easily deduce anything he tried.

He was in for a serious shock, however, when Dementors searched the Hogwarts Express. Horrified at the idea of the students being exposed to the horrors a Dementor can bring, Albus immediately flew into the train and entered it subtly. His caution proved warranted as they nearly killed Harry. Albus was immediate to repel the Dementors from the train with a powerful incorporeal Patronus Charm. A part of him felt tempted to supercharge the spell and outright destroy them, but decided against it. 

When Harry came into consciousness, Albus was quick to tend to him while ordering Remus to arrange things with the train conductor. Seeing that Harry should have some distraction, Albus gently offered to take him early to Hogwarts and he accepted eagerly. Arriving at his office, Albus immediately summoned his Cauldron and Potion Ingredients into the table and began brewing a Potion he developed himself.

The Elixir of the Soul. A brew that Dumbledore devised in order to help students who are depressed in a way that was therapeutic by making them remember the good that remained in their lives. It was a counter to the effects of the Dementors as it can provide their victims with a sense of happiness in their soul. It was also the only magical brew that included Chocolate as an ingredient, as Chocolates are able to help amplify the cheer properties. To this day, it was primarily used to help students recover from traumas, especially at St Mungos.

Albus watched as Harry eagerly drank the three cups of the Elixir he had provided before finally asking him. "Harry. Are you sure you're alright? What did you see back then? What did the Dementors made you see?"

Harry looked visibly shaken. "I heard my mother and father scream. That night, when Voldemort killed them. I still can't get it out of my head-"

Albus gently patted him and gave him more of the Elixir.  "It's alright Harry. I am here for you, my boy, as are your friends. Be strong." 

With that, Albus and Harry walked through the school, with the fact that there were still 25 minutes before the rest of the students arrived. Having alerted the rest of the staff about the situation, he was able to take Harry for a stroll around Hogwarts, introducing him to Professor Septima Vector, who was quite impressed with how Harry took Albus's words about Arithmancy to the heart and also learned from the books and was able to answer all the short quiz she had with ease and calmness, and Professor Sybil Trelawney, who naturally left Harry quite awkward by her questions, though at least Harry was able to answer her questions remarkably well. 

When the students finally came, as Harry was about to join the rest of his friends, Albus decided to help Harry with Remus. "Harry, If you wish to know more about your parents, Remus Lupin is a close friend of them. You can ask him. Though I suggest you be patient. He has a bit of a complicated past."  Without looking at Harry, Albus immediately proceeded to his post as Headmaster.

He kept his cheerful attitude present as he happily announced Hagrid and Remus as the new teachers of Care of Magical Creatures and Defense Against the Dark Arts, but when it came to the Dementors, he became serious. He projected an image of exactly what a Dementor can do and made it firmly clear they shouldn't try anything against them, making sure that their expressions were grimly approving first before lightening the mood.

"As grim as this year is, I believe, firmly, even in times of war, that happiness can be found even in the darkest of times if only you could remember to turn on the light. The light can be found in anything, your memories, the comfort of your friends, the joy of success, anything!" With that, Albus finished his speech and the dinner proceeded undisrupted.

The next day made it immediately clear that this was not going to be a peaceful year at all to Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore. At first, Albus managed to get a decent laugh as he watched Harry and Miss Granger struggle with Divination, as Trelawney used Death Omens as the opening, and as Minerva made a casual light of how imprecise Divination is. 

But it was in Hagrid's first class that trouble started to emerge. What once started as Albus just watching quickly turned serious when Hagrid's Hipogriff, Buckbeak, nearly attacked Draco for insulting it. Albus was just grateful he had been recording and watching the lesson, meaning he would be able to defend Hagrid later.

It had started out pretty fine, actually, especially with Harry's expert taming of Buckbeak and flight with it. He had to admit it was quite impressive. Although apparently not near the level of Newt, Harry was clearly gifted with creatures, especially with how he had been able to deal with Norbert. But that was for later.

Albus was quick to act. Before Buckbeak's claws could scar Mister Malfoy, Albus was able to cast a Shield Charm so strong that the wrathful Hipogriff was thrown to the nearby tree. Before it could attack any further, Albus immediately cast a Stunning Spell to knock it out. Witnessing the utterly terrified class and the absolutely stunned Hagrid, Albus quickly said firmly. "Class dismissed!" 

The results were thankfully not so bad. Because of his defense and his proof that Hagrid had warned before, he was quickly acknowledged as innocent by the Governors and he felt a thin strand of amusement when Draco reluctantly thanked him and Lucius and Narcissa shook his hand with as much formality as they could. If there was anything he knew for sure about the Malfoys, it was that they did genuinely care for one another.

That said, while they begrudgingly felt gratitude for his saving Draco, Albus knew Lucius would be furious at Hagrid and Buckbeak still. He needed to warn Hagrid. But when he came to the hut, he saw that Harry, Ronald, and Miss Granger were there as well. Just as Hagrid was about to get angry, Albus abruptly unlocked the door with just a casual wave of his hand and quickly entered and closed it with a motion of his head. The ability to use basic charms and spells wandless to the degree where simply moving the head was enough was something he had perfected over the years, and helped by his decades of experience using spells in all sorts of situations during his time fighting in the wars.

"Hagrid, the good news is that the governors have agreed that you bear no blame for your actions. However, they stressed that while you are without a doubt highly gifted with creatures, you need to learn how to teach effectively. They also suggested that you finish under your education under my watch." Albus said with a small smile as he pulled out Hagrid's new wand, causing Hagrid to gasp.

"While there is a lot you need to learn, you were a decently gifted student back then, so I think you could learn quite easily. As you have been proven innocent, the Minister has kindly agreed to help and you are now effectively free to practice magic. A wand befitting your character, Alder with Dragon Heartsring, 13 inches, unbending." Hagrid's expression of joy and the three students matching expressions were quite a sight to behold.

"That said, there is another problem, the Malfoys will likely persecute Buckbeak and have him placed on trial. There is also a chance you may also be targeted by them. As such, I will begin giving suggestions to what creature you should learn and we will work together to save Buckbeak from persecution. Don't be discouraged. I'm here for you." At that, Hagrid's brief alarm was swiftly replaced with happiness as he looked about ready to hug him. 

"The three of you don't need to worry about Hagrid. So I suggest you return to the castle and PLEASE don't go about endangering yourselves again like this."

With that, Albus watched as the three quickly nodded and left and shook his head. He had not wanted to be forceful, but the condition required they know the true dangers of someone of Black's level.

Albus then turned to Hagrid. "Are you up for a lesson, right now?"

For a few weeks, things were better. Hagrid was a quick learner, swiftly mastering the early spells he was taught, and while his teaching skills were subpar at first, Dumbledore was able to share his experience teaching the Care of Magical Creatures effectively and he suggested the proper animals and demonstrated the right way to teach them to students. Hagrid was exceptional with dealing with beasts, naturally, it was just that he lacked teaching experience. 

But things quickly started to look grim once more when as traditional, Albus attended the first Defense Against the Dark Arts Class of the year. He revealed himself this time and had to admit Remus's choice of first subjects were quite interesting and amusing. Boggarts.

At first, it was quite amusing to see the many fears of the students. Creatures from spiders, snakes, to Banshees. Ronald had a pretty solid excuse, given that he and Harry were nearly murdered by Hogwarts pack of Acromantulas. 

What was NOT alright in his opinion was the fears of one particular Neville Longbottom. To think that Severus was Neville's most feared. He really needed to get Severus to act up in his teaching.

Even that couldn't compare to when it was Harry's turn, however. Rather than conjuring Lord Voldemort, he instead caused the Boggart to become a Dementor. Swift to act, before it can attack, Dumbledore cast such a powerful Boggart Banishing Spell that the creature was effectively done over, banished to the dark realms where it came.

As the class ended soon after, Albus turned to address Remus. "Headmaster! What happened? Why was a Dementor Harry's greatest fear. I thought Voldemort would-"

"Remus. What Harry fears isn't Voldemort or anyone else. As a true Gryffindor, he doesn't fear for himself, but he fears what can and did happen to those he cares for. When he first encountered a Dementor, it showed him the last moments of James and Lily." Remus gasped at that while Albus sighed. He had been expecting this ever since their talk. He had after all been deemed as an excellent and wise emotional judge, though there were certain times he failed, and rarely was he wrong. 

"Remus. I understand you find it difficult with your past, but please be there for Harry. His curiosity about his parents is increasing by the day. Tell him about them. James would have wanted that." With that, Albus turned and left. He intercepted Harry just as he was heading back to the Gryffindor Common Room.

"Hello Harry! Nice to see you're doing so well. Fancy a talk?" Harry gave his usual polite smile and nodded.

Deciding to be forward, Albus took a firm look. "Don't be ashamed, Harry. Being afraid of remembering your parents deaths is nothing to be ashamed about. Think! Your classmates all feared something, but what you fear is not a powerful enemy, a terrifying creature, or anything like that! You fear losing a loved one and remembering it. That, too, is the only thing I fear. My Boggart is, after all, the corpse of my sister."

Harry gasped and looked at him with sympathy as Albus just smiled sadly.  "I've faced many battles, defeated the most fearsome creatures, and bested the greatest dark wizard in history in a duel that almost killed me. And despite all those experiences, all I fear is just that. Losing someone dear to me. Don't be ashamed, Harry. Be better. Learn to protect and love those you still have."

Harry gave him a solemn smile back. "Thank You, Headmaster." With that, Harry returned to the Common Room as Albus returned to his office.

It would seem that his sight of Severus was in fact a correct measure. When given the chance, Severus had immediately taken it to teach Werewolves. Just as quickly, Albus put his efforts to an abrupt end.

"Professor Snape. I'm afraid your willingness to immediately skip to such an esoteric subject has proven you unworthy to teach. I will take over myself. Please do wait at my office for your detention." Dumbledore spoke curtly, even sending a wave of power directly into Snape's being, intimidating him and only him. Any sneer and retort Severus could mutter was stopped. Albus had learned exactly how to use his power to intimidate others, after all.

Severus barely managed to leave with dignity before Albus heard Minerva startle him, smirking a little at the imagination. He then turned to the class. "Now class! I will be taking over Professor Lupin's class until he recovers. It will take him about 2 weeks. I will cover for him until then."

And he taught with the skill that hasn't blunted in the slightest even years after being Headmaster. Lupin was doubtlessly a skilled teacher, though, having covered a decent amount of dark creatures. Albus thus started the class by teaching them as much as he could about dark creatures. It seemed, however, that Miss Granger had caught something up. "Um, Professor Dumbledore? Is there no method to stop a Werewolf? Are Werewolves Animagi?"

"No, Miss Granger. Werewolves are not Animagi, for they don't control their transformation. As for methods to defeat a Werewolf, the Homorphus Charm could be used to force them back into a human form, but not permanently. Casting it repeatedly would also eventually render them immune. Unspecifically, skilled duelists have been able to defeat Werewolves. I myself once defeated many Werewolves during the wars. To contain them, you can use magical barriers, but locking doors or restraining them physically would not be enough, as the strength of a Werewolf would easily free themselves from any chains or locks."

"I myself developed a spell that can repel werewolves in all sense, but it is too advanced for your level. Recently, Wolfsbane Potion was invented by Damocles Belby that could make them harmless by allowing them to remain human-minded in transformation." Albus knew Miss Granger and Harry was suspicious. He could tell just by looking at them. 

But the class proceeded smoothly afterwards. Dumbledore gave them practical experience in numerous ways as well, making certain alterations to the usual challenges Lupin gave. He also taught them some dueling when they asked, even promising to tell Remus to dedicate a part of the class to learning martial magic. And yet again, students were looking at him in complete awe and deference, even Slytherins, so much so that even Draco seemed actually intrigued.

Alas, things were not going well for young Harry. It was in the Qudditch Match with Hufflepuff that Harry had just narrowly won against the highly proficient Seeker Cedric Diggory that the Dementors haunted him again. Disobeying his direct orders, they attempted to feast on the feast's happy emotions. Terror drove Albus to act even before Harry had fallen off his broom, swiftly telling everyone to not move as he rushed to the arena, his wand at the ready.

When Harry fell, however, Albus's rage reached new levels and he swiftly cast a Patronus so strong all the Dementors left the arena immediately, the brightness and strength of the magic he channeled surprising even him, and conjured a stretcher to hold Harry, carrying him all the way to the Hospital Wing.

Fortunately, Harry was physically fine, thanks to Albus's quick actions, but mentally he was clearly quite distressed.

Albus himself was also having problems. As he feared, Lucius would not just let Hagrid and Buckbeak off that easily. While the school had accepted Hagrid and Hagrid's license as a qualified Magizoologist, which he personally got for his new personal student, meant he was able to avoid legal consequences, Buckbeak was now a target for the Department of the Disposal of Magical Creatures. He was preparing the necessary defenses and the contracts he needed to defend Hagrid and Buckbeak when he suddenly received a message from Harry, courtesy of Hedwig. 

Professor Dumbledore

Can we meet? I am in desperate need of your guidance in this.

Harry Potter 

Dumbledore sighed. He knew Harry was suffering troubles. He immediately contacted him back.

Dear Harry

I will be glad to help you in whatever way I could. Perhaps we can convene at Professor Lupin's office. I'll be there in 3 hours. Please wait. 

Albus Dumbledore 

And now Albus was walking to the third floor, his mind working fast on what he should do.

"Ah! Professor Dumbledore! Harry told me you wished to use the classroom as a personal grounds. Go ahead." Albus nodded gratefully.

"Professor? You're the best Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor and the greatest sorcerer. And to be frank, among the very few in the staff who I am personally close with, in fact the closest." Albus couldn't help but chuckle at that. He supposed he was. After all, he had involved himself a lot with Harry these 2 years. And he did not deny that despite his previous well-intentioned but rather far-reaching intentions, he had eventually came to truly care for Harry.

"So can i ask you to teach me? Teach me how to defend against a Dementor? Maybe even teach me some skills. I could learn Runes under you too, right?" Albus just gave a chuckle. He hadn't been expecting this, but this was a pleasant surprise.

In more ways than one.

It seemed that fate just don't intend to make it easier for Harry, however. And this- This was getting too much in such a short time. 

It was when Albus was taking his time visiting Hogsmade that he noticed Minerva, Flitwick, Hagrid, and Fudge all crammed up in Madam Rosmerta's pub. It was noticeably pretty shocking, but seeing as his colleagues were relaxing, Albus took it upon himself to not disturb them. Instead, he visited the shops, buying some sweets from Honeydukes, ingredients in Dogweed and Deathcap and J. Pippin's Potions, and spend some time in Hogs Head with Aberforth, still quite surly, but Albus had long since resigned himself to being distanced with his remaining family. At least, they were talking cordially. Finally, he went to the Shrieking Shack, ensuring the spells he had placed there to keep young Remus Lupin was still secure whenever it was needed. 

It was just when Albus was preparing to leave the village when he suddenly noticed the presence of the Invisibility Cloak being used. It hit him instantly. Harry.

Albus immediately stopped before he could apparate, sensing the slight chaotic magical energy caused by the rage of a powerful wizard. Before he could sense it, suddenly a wave of magic rippled through the surroundings, not enough to threaten him, but still far more than anything a regular student, even some of the most brilliant students, could wield. And yet Albus had seen Harry's magic and knew it was his. What could possibly make him that angry?

Calling upon his senses, Albus immediately located Harry and warped to him. And what he saw was quite... Impressive and intimidating.

Harry had discarded the Invisibility Cloak and was surrounded by multiple torn apart trees and flowers, tears cascading his face. Albus felt his heart clench at the sight, and barely recognized the gaping Ronald and Miss Granger. He slowly reached out and grabbed Harry's shoulder. 

"Sirius Black was their friend... HE WAS THEIR FRIEND!!!! And he betrayed them." With that, Harry let out a last mournful scream as unadulterated magic rampaged, repelling Ronald and Miss Granger but not Albus, whose immense power made him unaffected physically by the outburst, but his heart was surely racing. 

Harry had found out? How did he-

But that was the last of his concerns as Harry snarled and turned and aimed his wand at the sky, firing a spark that would have been strong enough to completely alert the entire village had Albus not cancelled it immediately. At that, Harry seemed to realize the presence of another. With a scream, he began launching multiple spells that were beyond even a decent amount of 7th years.

As Albus vanished the spells as much as he could, protecting the utterly stunned Ronald and Miss Granger, he had to admit he was truly impressed and even wary. This level of power was clearly being forced, if by how Harry eventually stopped to catch his breath is evident, but it was still highly impressive.  At that moment, Albus was struck with just how powerful Harry's innate strength was. 

But that was the least of his concerns as Harry fired blindly a beam of pure magical energy at him. Dumbledore blocked the spell with his wand, realizing the power was actually beginning to be some genuine threat. But Harry wasn't letting up. Simply shielding himself wasn't solving anything. In fact, he was pouring more and more power into the attack, and even Albus felt the energy began to pressure him. This had to end soon.

Apologizing to Harry internally, Albus channeled his power into the weak spot the attack had and released a wave of kinetic magical energy that nulified the attack. Not hesitating, Albus ran towards Harry, deflecting the small blasts of pure power, nothing compared to the beam before, and then placed his hand at his forehead. Harry fell asleep, subdued by a sleeping charm induced straight in his brain. 

Albus immediately warped Harry back to his office, brewing several magical-energy replenishing and calming potions and making him drink all of it before finally waking him up.

And Harry was quite horrified to learn what had happened, but he quickly turned emotional as he revealed that he heard the conversation at Three Broomsticks Inn and that's where he learned about Black. 

Then, Harry turned to look at him in the eye.

"I need your help. I need your training. I'm going to grow stronger and stronger... Then when Black comes, I'm gonna kill him and avenge my parents myself!" 

At that moment, Albus recognized the look at Harry's face. It was the face of a person who sought revenge and driven by emotion. He could not let Harry walk this path. 

And yet Albus knew rejecting him wouldn't make things better. 

So he did the only thing he could. He nodded his head and gave the boy a hug. 

Bonds as close as true family is not bought. It must be forged from interactions, experiences, and most importantly, genuine love and care that developed in time. But by facing many perils together, true family that not even blood relations can match without trying is created.

And though the road ahead for Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore and Harry James Potter would be filled with troubles..... They have each other to lean to and receive guidance.

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"Alright Harry….. The Patronus Charm is the only defense against a Dementor. It focuses around happy emotions. Call upon your happies memories and deepest feelings, and a powerful Patronus will be created. It can take the form of many things. Magical creatures is quite rare, though." Albus was explaining the theory of the Patronus Charm to his new apprentice. He hadn't formalized it, but right now what mattered was Harry.

A day after Harry's rampage, Albus had quickly began training him. He knew he needed that. Remus was helping him as well, being the Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor. He and Harry seemed to have developed a quite excellent relationship and Remus was to say the least alarmed by Harry's power. Not that Albus could blame him. The power of Love…. The greatest magic in history….. Harry was born with the capability to harness incredible amounts of love into great magical strength. He was already a prodigy even without it, and Albus knew for sure Harry was among the most gifted students Hogwarts would ever have. But Harry's raw strength can be uncontrolled, as displayed by his wild attacks. It vaguely reminded him of a certain special magical he defeated before. Though…. It's like Yin and Yang, comparing his darkness to Harry's light.

The first thing Albus would need to ensure is train Harry in controlling that vast power. Love was potent and regularly bright, but Albus knew it could well be possible love can be twisted. He must never let Harry go through that. And so he taught him the charm he wished to learn, knowing it would help him with harnessing his emotions for power in a controlled way. Fortunately, Harry seems to have little trouble controlling that power when he is concentrated and was able to cast the spell successfully in a incorporeal form. But the Patronus Charm wasn't a NEWT Level Magic for nothing. He still couldn't produce a corporeal Patronus yet, but he was learning to where he could create 2 to 3 incorporeal Patronus and was able to repel a Dementor even in the incomplete stage. It seemed that whenever his emotions were relaxed, Harry could control his power just fine.

"Don't be discouraged, Harry….. Using a Patronus at your age is already quite remarkable. Eventually, you'll get to the point of a Corporeal Patronus." Harry looked at him with anticipation. "Can I finally learn some dueling, Professor? I need to get stronger quickly…. I have to defeat Black! He killed my parents…. I have to stop him!" Dumbledore just sighed, as did Remus.

"Harry…. Revenge is not the right way-" "I'll defeat him and then have him subjected to the Dementor's Kiss! He deserves that! After all my parents did for him... He just betrayed them!!! He-" Albus had not hesitated in his response, a firm grab at Harry's collar. "Harry.... Justice and revenge can be easily mixed and twist each other. In your rage and anger towards Black, you are being corrupted by darkness! Think! A soulless existence is something very few would wish upon another, even at the worst offences! Your parents would not have wanted you to be twisted like this, Harry." "I don't know what they would want because they are-" "No!!! I know Lily and James and they would have wanted you to be willing to show mercy, not lower yourself to the level of those in the dark." 

At that, Harry finally looked away, seemingly on the verge of a breakdown. "It is important..... That we cherish the happy moments we had with the loved ones we lost.... But never..... NEVER condemn others in their name. We have the right to get justice, but we don't have the right to decide their fate just because we are just. Doing that means you are no better than the dark side." With that, Albus left the classroom, signaling the lesson was over.

It seemed his words properly resonated with Harry. Afterwards, he never brought up the idea of using the Dementors Kiss against Black and instead focused on getting justice in the right way. With that, Albus saw it safe to begin helping him improve his dueling. He didn't teach too much yet, of course, simply giving him exercises to help improve his speed by having him face training dummies and forcing him to simply dodge and introducing him to styles like aggressive but still being calculated against a weaker enemy and defensive and fluid while faced with a stronger enemy. Harry picked up the dueling styles quickly, and Dumbledore was admittably quite impressed. His speed was also top-notch already and he swiftly became properly conditioned in the trainings.

As a gift for Harry, Albus decided to buy for him a Firebolt himself. The price wasn't exactly that much compared to his ever-increasing wealth. In fact, in addition to the Flamels wealth now being his, Albus's continued work on magical research and other things meant his money would only keep growing. Harry looked utterly beside himself when Albus presented for him the best broom in the world. That is, apart from his own broom. He affectionately named it Ariana in memory of his sister and refused to swap it for higher-quality brooms, instead extensively modifying it to match the times. 

Harry was not Albus's only concern, however. It was when they were traveling to Hagrid's hut for a joined session, with Albus hoping Hagrid could further help with Harry's physical stats.

"So we're going to ask Hagrid to help with my training?" "Yes Harry..... Sometimes muggle-dueling is quite unavoidable so you need to learn defense in all ways. Hagrid can help you with that. Up until now, he used to fight solely with his bare hands or weapons as he couldn't use his wand. But now he is learning magic and has began displaying excellent flair in mixing magical dueling with muggle ways. And he may also lend us a few creatures as well to use as sparring targets."

But alas when they had arrived to Hagrid, they heard cries inside. Immediately unlocking the door, Dumbledore and Harry were met with the sight of Hagrid crying and a letter.... With the sign of the Department of the Disposal of Magical Creatures branded there.

"Hagrid....." At his presence, Hagrid immediately looked at him sadly.

"Headmaster..... I.... Buckbeak.... He's..... He's been marked. Malfoy did it..... What am i gonna do? I.... I don't want to go back to Azkaban.... I can't..... But.... I can't let Buckbeak be executed either.... I'm not sacked.... But.... Buckbeak....." Hagrid gave a huge sob and began to cry completely. Albus immediately summoned a tea kettle instinctively and began brewing tea while Harry comforted Hagrid.

"Professor.... What are we going to do? We can't let Buckbeak be executed... He didn't even attack Malfoy really!" Albus sighed. "Alas.... It seems that we must postpone our training regimen, Harry..... I am confident i could save Buckbeak, but it would take a lot of time and effort. Politics aren't exactly that bendy..... So i must prepare....."

"You-You'll help? T-Thank you.... I.... I seem to always burden you-" "Nonsense Hagrid..... I am always there for any and all who needs my help. Don't think it's a burden. Helping people must always come before yourself, after all. I trust that you and Remus can help with Harry's training until i solve this matter?"

With that, Dumbledore immediately set off to gather his allies that were strong proponents of creatures. His first thought was naturally Newt. He had remained on good terms with the best Magizoologist and he would gladly help. Next would be his new strong allies, friends of the Flamels, who knew many cases of Hippogriff Baiting and would help him.

All of them working together, it didn't take long to came up with a concrete plan. Albus would show the memory of Draco provoking Buckbeak, Newt would explain properly just why Hippogriffs acted like that whenever insulted, and the Flamel allies would bring many similar cases.

And the plan went off without a hitch. With the strong defenses ready, the Department of the Disposal of Dangerous Magical Creatures were swiftly overturned and forced to concede that Buckbeak had in fact just reacted to his natural instincts, that Draco was at fault, and that Hagrid had already warned him before. While Lucius Malfoy was able to get Buckbeak to be considered needing to be tamed, Dumbledore was quick to propose that Hagrid be the trainer, meaning Hagrid would not be parted at all from Buckbeak. 

He returned to Hagrid triumphantly just as he and Lupin were teaching Harry for the day. The look of joy and gratitude in Hagrid's eyes had been quite great, but Dumbledore didn't think much. He just shrugged it off and asked about how Harry's training was progressing.

The results were very impressive, he had to admit. Harry was learning at a rapid rate, mastering techniques and improving his reflexes and skill with using the basics in duels properly. He wasn't exactly learning new spells, since Albus was adamant Harry learn to control his power more before he could learn them, but Albus was pleased to see with only the average spells and techniques, Harry was already a duelist who could give even fully-grown wizards a challenge. 

Now that Albus was back, he was more than happy to continue training Harry. He discovered Harry had acquired a new willingness to use martial arts whenever needed, and he also applied Albus's early lessons about shaping his energy into it. It was truly magnificent.... Harry was able to master after only a few weeks the basics of precise magical energy control and use it to shape bows and appendages to incorporate magic into the muggle arts, regularly delivering a magical fist or launching arrows from his bow. Glad to see Harry was interested for real in learning, seeing the genuine desire to grow burst to life once more after being briefly suppressed by anger towards Black, Albus indulged him and taught him a fair degree of swordsmanship and more hand-to-hand.

Albus may be a wizard, but he had long since learned the importance of versatility. He learned a remarkable amount of muggle-dueling and it saved his life multiple times, even making a few highly surprised enemies admit he was much more physically capable than expected as he beat them down with accurate punches and kicks. He also learned how to expertly wield weapons with the skill of a true muggle veteran and applied it into his magic, shaping his energy into arms of all sorts and using it regularly. Naturally, he preferred to throw them, but he still learned a seasoned level of close-combat.

And it was a bit amusing after easily taking Harry down in an unarmed fight with a wrestling technique to see him comment in shock just how much strength lay in his thin frames. He wasn't exactly the most muscular even back in his prime, but he had already learned how to apply his strengths in all sorts of situations.

Needless to say, Harry was an eager student ready to learn. Honestly, it reminded Albus of the passionate, genuine knowledge-seeking student who wanted to learn to be better that he once was as a Hogwarts student. It only endeared the man to the boy.

Harry's performance in the Quidditch matches were quite exemplary. Albus had given him a few tips from his experience, the best traits to focus on developing as a flier, and even some tactics of the sport. He may not be a Quidditch player, but he had been flying his own way so he knew the best practical way in flying, and he did spent a time as a Quidditch referee and had played it on some occasions, so he was able to grasp a remarkable degree of Quidditch.

And it seemed Harry passed some of the advice into the other members of the Gryffindor team, as they seemed to have developed specialized strategies and honed their physical abilities, no doubt because Harry introduced some of the exercises he used to improve. In the end, the match with Ravenclaw ended quite swiftly and the Slytherins didn't last much longer either, even with Mister Malfoy attempting to cheat and use dirty techniques, no doubt because Dumbledore's advices were applied quite well. He was admittably a bit torn between amusement, pride, and guilt, seeing how single-sided the matches became thanks to him.

The amusement ended up winning when the entire Gryffindor Quidditch Team sent him a package of delicious quidditch-like sweets with a note expressing their sincerest gratitude for his indirect help, and Albus enjoyed the desserts he had acquired..... Along with Minerva, who cried harder than anyone else about Gryffindor winning the Quidditch Cup three times a year after having previously failed and was more than happy to accompany him.

That said, the amusement abruptly came to a sudden end, however, only a few days later. It appeared that Ronald and Miss Granger had a fierce argument about the fact that the cat Crookshanks ate the mouse Scabbers, and were not speaking to each other. He had learned this, naturally, from Harry when he arrived at his training session somewhat disheartened.

"It was terrible, Professor... Ronald even dueled Hermione.... And it got to where i had to step in myself. Ron didn't suffer much injuries, thankfully, but Hermione was furious and he wasn't helping. They weren't speaking to each other... And when i tried to make her see reason and be more empathetic, she got angry and emotional too with me.... Since then, we haven't been speaking to each other.... At least Ron has me to help him with homework.... But still...."

"Ah.... Being young.... And feeling the troubles of friendship.... Don't worry, Harry..... I'll try to talk to Miss Granger after this...... Now.... The next lesson would be about healing spells. You are competent enough to start learning a few of them. It could be useful during duels if you need to first-aid yourself or your allies...."

And Albus added yet another magic Harry was particularly excellent at. Healing Magic fitted those with a compassionate heart, and Harry's affinity for love and desire to help others made it easy for him to learn it. He had even started applying it during fights and though he hadn't mastered it yet, it was still impressive for his age.

Now Albus was off to take care of Miss Granger.

"Hello Miss Granger. I heard you and Ronald were having problems due to your pets?" Albus asked calmly as he sat across her in the library. It had taken him not even a minute to figure out where she would go when distressed. Miss Granger loved to go to the library, accumulating knowledge of the books. Albus almost wondered if he should show her some of the nearly-completed books he was making. It would made her giddy with the knowledge contained, naturally. All the books were over thousands pages many.

It didn't take long before Miss Granger broke down, admitting her conflicted feelings. Albus let her rant and cry until she finally settled down.

"Miss Granger.... I have seen many arguments between friends in my long life as a Headmaster and teacher.... Arguments about pets are quite common. My advice is that you acknowledge your faults. Not all of it is your fault, but denying your mistakes even if it isn't the entire cause wouldn't work well. Believe in your friends and admit that you're wrong, even if not entirely, then in certain ways, and that's how you display fairness and reasonability. Take responsibility. Don't be denying. Rationality must never let you lose sight of what is important in life.... That's the right way to maintain friendships to the end." 

"T-Thank you professor.... I really needed that.... And you can just call me Hermione..... Thank you.... Truly... I think i know now what i did wrong." With that, Miss- Hermione rushed out and Albus let a soft, sad smile cover his face. He had learned it..... It was, after all, among the mistakes he made with Gellert. Instead of confronting him for his faults, he instead got enraptured by that revolutionary side and only encouraged and supported him, never realizing the true darkness inside Gellert's heart. Had he been better, perhaps Gellert would still be with him as his partner, perhaps Gellert could have been with him as they advanced and changed the world..... But now that he knew better, he could teach people how to be a proper companion.

And above all that was what he intend to be for Harry. Both as a father and as a teacher, the responsibility of keeping him in the light, nurturing his natural abilities and a genuine desire to use them for the sake of others lies with him.

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Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore was currently in a dilemma as he observed the two desperate children before him. 

According to Harry and Hermione, they had been going to Hagrid's Hut when they encountered Sirius Black's Animagus form as a black dog dragged Ronald into the Whomping Willow. Harry and Hermione followed and then attacked Sirius despite his attempts to explain himself, Harry using the skills he had learned to apparently put up a decent fight and even punch the seeming traitor once and nick him at the cheek before Sirius beat him down and Remus arrived. Then the ultimate truth was exposed. 

It wasn't Sirius that betrayed Lily and James.... It was Peter Pettigrew. Sirius had changed the Secret Keeper to Peter at the last moment unaware that Peter had betrayed them. Dumbledore himself had been suspicious of that man and had refused to induct him into the order. For years, though, he believed he was wrong and lamented that he trusted Sirius rather than the apparent true loyalty Peter had shown by trying to avenge Sirius.

Dumbledore's mind raced wildly as he thought of numerous ways that he could use to save Sirius. He could give him a trial, perhaps clean his name, but that would take far too much time, which they do not have. It was too late to capture Peter because he was already long gone, but perhaps.....

The alternative.... Was easily among the riskiest plans he had ever made, and that was saying something. He would have.... To bend time and space itself to allow Sirius to rightfully escape. 

He looked at Hermione's Time Turner, and found it was still intact. Good... 

"To be honest.... This..... Is NOT... What i would do in normal circumstances, but we are out of time and options so this is the best way...." With that, Dumbledore swiftly removed the Time Turner from Miss Granger and quickly closed the doors to the hospital. He placed a temporary daze spell at Madam Pomfrey and prepared for what he must do. 

"P-Professor?" "Don't disrupt my focus Harry. Be silent. I must concentrate." With that, the Grand Sorcerer applied Arithmancy coupled with Divination upon the Time Turner in order to locate the precise time to travel. Time Magic was exceptionally rare and very powerful. Even someone like Albus had to tread cautiously. "Artificium Temporis appello ad divinandum exactum tempus quo i quaerimus! Numeri saeculorum, ostendite mihi cum factum est! Magical numbers surrounded his body as the Time Turner suspended itself in the air, Dumbledore calling upon it's power to record and move through time to witness the right time he should travel. 

"5 hours.... And..... Yes..... Now..." Dumbledore swiftly drew with the Elder Wand numerous extremely complex and intricate runic sigils and magical numbers before cutting his palm and using it to trace the runes he had wrote to power it up. "O Tempus Fluvius multis modis fluit et rigidus est. Ut perdat iniustum magnum, fac humilem iustitiae servientem potestatem hoc uno tempore figurare eventus. In introitu silvae Hogvartensis, horarum circiter 5 ante, salvari mereatur qui salutem!" 

The Time Turner shattered as Dumbledore mixed Ancient Runology, Charms, and Arithmancy all into the spell needed, sacrificing the artifact for a single portal through time. A clock-like portal appeared before him. He nodded with grim satisfaction. "I-Is that a.... Time-Rift?" He turned to see the rather awed and terrifically surprised children behind him. "Yes.... Hermione.... A Time Rift.... Extremely dangerous and usually created by tempering with archaic magics beyond the skill of almost anyone. The Flamels had discovered a measure of Time Magic in their long-life and taught me that knowledge. Time Magic is exceptionally dangerous. Using it safely requires a degree of Divination and extreme knowledge and ability in Runes, Charms and Arithmancy. I could explain the theory but we don't have much time. The portal will close soon. Hurry!"

With that, Albus passed the Time Rift he had created, entering the special place he had created inside the castle in the time he wished. He exhaled with relief when Harry and Hermione entered as well as the Time Rift closed. 

"Now.... Listen closely.... Sirius Black is locked inside the cell at the Dark Tower..... We must rescue him..... And in order to that, we need Hagrid.... So the next stop would be Hagrid's Hut. I'll explain.... Now.... Let's go....." Albus quickly warped space around him to take them to Hagrid's. He sighed when they arrived, knowing that Hagrid would be having rather troublesome affairs indeed.

"Professor Dumbledore! Harry! Hermione! Nice to see you. What can i- What happened?" Hagrid's cheerful face immediately vanished when he saw their grim looks.

"WHAT!? So Peter Pettigrew was the real traitor? That rat..... What are we going to do about Sirius, then, Headmaster? I'll be glad to help in whatever ways i could..... He can't receive the Dementors Kiss when he is innocent!" Dumbledore took a breath after Hagrid's rant.

"Hagrid.... I must apologize for what i would do. I have a plan, but it will require your and Buckbeak's assistance. It will no doubt be difficult-" "Don't think about it, Professor! I'll happily help you, no matter what!" Albus gave a sad smile. 

"So here's the plan...... We wait until Peter has ecaped-" "WHAT!? Why not capture him!?" Harry abruptly yelled. Dumbledore gave a sad nod. "It's far too late for that, Harry. Time Magic allows only a minimum degree of changes in history. Capturing Peter now is not possible, less we unleash a great imbalance through space-time continuum, altering everyone. Even this is the best we can hope for." 

"So Sirius is going to have to remain a fugitive?" Harry asked softly, crushed. Dumbledore sighed. "So after Peter has escaped, we will move. Hagrid and i will restrain Lupin's rampant werewolf form and then return him to his human form-" "Why not i handle Lupin while you help Harry, Professor Dumbledore? I can take him, although i would probably be injured." "You can, yes. Half-Giants are physically more powerful than Werewolves and you are the best unarmed fighter i ever knew, but i don't want to risk causing you permanent harm. Harry and Hermione will take Buckbeak into the lake where Sirius was captured and do all they can try to hold back the Dementors until i arrive. Afterwards, we will rescue Sirius from the Dark Tower and then have him escape with Buckbeak. I will create a portal to take him to a safe location. From there, Hagrid, under the pretense of  taming Buckbeak in the hopes of eventually returning him to the fold. Is that clear? Any questions?" 

"Er.... Professor? I.... Couldn't cast a Patronus Charm back then..... How can Harry alone-" "My father..... I think i saw my father cast a Patronus so strong that it can banish all the Dementors." At that, Albus abruptly stopped. Could it be- "Harry my boy.... Please hold out your wand...." Albus analyzed the spells, once again calling upon Arithmancy to deduce the nature of the last spell cast. It was as he expected. Harry, in his desperate moment of love had conjured a Stag Patronus that drove the creatures away.....

"You did it.... It wasn't your father..... It was you. You, in your desperate desire to selflessly protect and save Sirius, was able to harness the power you used before in your rage in a positive way to cast such magic....." Harry looked utterly shocked, as did Hagrid and Hermione. "I-I never even cast a corporeal Patronus before.... And wasn't the power i used..... Wild?"

Albus let out a soft smile as he patted Harry. "Harry.... The power you possess... Is the ability to channel love into massive amounts of magical energy. That power forced me in defending myself when expressed in an aggressive way, twisted by hatred and anger, but harnessed into true compassion, you were able to do magic beyond your previous level." 

"Love is the most powerful magic of all. It can be a great destructive power but when applied properly for a truly noble cause, it can be used as an unparalleled force of salvation.... And redemption/ You truly are an extraordinary young man, Harry. In fact, even without your ability to love and then output it into formidable strength, you are already among the most brilliant and hard-working students i ever knew." After all, wasn't it love that had both twisted and then redeemed him. His love for Gellert made him seek power and dominion, but it was his love for his family that lead to him challenging Gellert in the end. Wasn't it love for Gellert that lead to him to try to avoid fighting him, only for love to yet again redeem him as his love for the wizarding world, his students, and his friends that lead to him defeating Gellert in the end? Albus had also used love to amplify his power as well. numerous times. In the end, it was the strength of love that lead to him becoming the man he was now. 

But Harry was different than him. Harry never sought power, only the power needed to protect his loved ones. And that's the ultimate decider of his belief in Harry. Like Newt, Harry was a man with true selflessness, compassion, and love, but to an even greater extent, as Harry could use Love like a second nature. He was born and destined to be a great wizard, a great man, and even should Albus remain evermore the greatest wizard, he felt certain that Harry was without a doubt a better man than he ever was.

And so the plan was made. Harry and Hermione took Buckbeak to the Dark Lake while Dumbledore and Hagrid went to confront Remus's werewolf form. He had given Miss Granger a genuine advice. "Confidence..... Miss Granger..... Like i said before, i am a Half-Blood, yet here i am, the greatest wizard the world has ever known. In fact, many Muggleborns are like that. They started out insecure but eventually became among the best wizards the world had ever seen."

It didn't take long for them to locate Remus's werewolf form. Dumbledore had became so deeply attuned to magic that he could sense anomalies in an instant and locate them just as easily. It wasn't even a skill, just a pure natural sense that he refined after years of training and combat. 

"So that's Remus's wolf form? I've had experiences with Werewolves, beat some of them myself.... But this is the first time i fought them in the dark..... What's the plan, Headmaster?" "You will attack Remus and keep him from attacking Harry. Restrain him firmly. And then i just had to perform the Homorphus Charm upon him." 

"Homorphus.... Never thought you would take a page from Lockhart's book, Headmaster." Albus just chuckled. "Well.... Let's say my form of Homorphus is much saver, much more effective, and more intricate in nature. In fact...." Albus mused as he drew a runic circle made out of blood. "Mine is like a ritual. You need to get him in the center of the circle." Hagrid nodded firmly and charged.

It was a surprisingly difficult fight for Hagrid, clearly because he didn't want to harm Remus severely. It would take 5 Werewolves to defeat a Half-Giant, but in this case, Hagrid was holding back while Remus was savagely trying to kill. But eventually after suffering a few scratches, Hagrid was able to restrain Remus firmly, knocking and then pinning him with the full-force of his body. Albus had not hesitated. He immediately placed his wand into the tip of Remus's throat and activated the circle and began the ritual. "Etsi perfecta sanatio impossibile est, brevis requies fieri potest. Lycanthropia... Cum hac incantatione, ideo te impotens in diem reddo. Redi ad statum informem, tu es in! Transformatio Perii! HOMORPHUS!"

The spell took effect immediately and Remus reverted back to his human form, unconscious and naked. Albus quickly conjured decent clothes and then fitted him in it before sending him to his office. "Yeah.... Too bad Lockhart never knew about the ritual part." Hagrid barked with laughter as Albus chuckled. "Well..... It is a truly immensely complicated spell, but i suppose Gilderoy went too far by saying it can cure lycanthropy. It can't, but it can be used to subdue a Werewolf harmlessly. And the version where you just had to say the incantation without a ritual did exist, only.... It's not safe." Albus had discovered the charm in one of the ancient books he read during his journeys. He had applied it repeatedly afterwards to help Werewolves with their curse, but eventually discovered applying it too much could make them immune, as well as heighten their aggression in a way similar to what Muggles called an overdose of drugs. Since then, he scarcely used it unless absolutely necessary. He did eventually develop a safer variety, though.

"So i developed a variant that included runic and blood magic into the mix that could revert a Werewolf briefly without any lasting effects. The first version was flawed. Useful for temporary subjugation, but ineffective in the long run." Hagrid laughed. "Good riddance.... Sure hope Lockhart is currently rotting in ST Mungo. That pathetic git.... I even preferred Snape over that guy."

Albus turned solemn. "Now..... Don't say that. No matter his actions, people always deserve a second chance. I have given it to some of my enemies and quite a decent of them repented..... So let's not wish for the worst, but rather pray that Lockhart could find a measure of happiness his own way." Hagrid just sighed.

"Next stop.... Harry?" "Yes." With that, they charged to the lake.....

To be met with the sight of Harry's silver doe and Hermione's incorporeal Patronus banishing the Dementors. "Prongs.... You really did it, my boy...." Albus muttered in a daze even as Hagrid gaped before suddenly letting out a huge yell.

"MAGNIFICENT! Apart from the Headmaster's, no one i knew ever managed to cast a Patronus that powerful! Well done, Harry! Absolutely well-done. Er..... 100 Points to Gryffindor, Headmaster? To such an excellent magical talent that is Harry? And 50 Points to Gryffindor for Hermione producing a Patronus!" At that, Albus regained control.

"Yes..... Naturally. And Harry..... You truly are.... A brave, pure, magnificent soul indeed. Well-done.... My boy." The look of son-like pride Harry was showing was enough to make Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore shed a single tear.... Perhaps.... Being close to Harry naturally was the right decision.

They had immediately rushed to the Dark Tower, Dumbledore levitating and disillusioning Hagrid while he flew and Harry and Hermione rode on Buckbeak.

"Where exactly would Sirius go, Headmaster?" "A place safer and well-accommodated to allow Sirius a comfortable life until his innocence could be proven. I cannot reveal it, but i promise you i will allow Sirius to regularly contact you, and that he will be safe."

When they finally reached his cell, Dumbledore hadn't wasted any time on casting a spell to break apart the door before swiftly placing a time-stopping charm on the area. He immediately explained to Sirius the situation.

"So do you understand, Sirius? You will take Buckbeak, and then you will go to a certainly safe place and reside there for the time being, protected by spells of the highest order. Hagrid and myself will be the only ones that can visit you. You will be able to communicate with Harry, but only when i'm feeling like i can allow it." Sirius nodded shakily, still overwhelmed by the situation.

"Now...." Albus focused on the coordinates and a portal opened. "Go.... Now..... I'll take care of Harry.... Go...." Sirius seemed to regain himself at that. He whispered in his ear. "I know Harry looked in you a father-figure.... Be there for him as a father... I can't...... Maybe i never will." He whispered softly and sadly....

Albus felt himself genuinely smile despite the circumstances. "I will...." 

"Now..... I will use magic to return us to the Hospital Wing.... You will lie in your beds, unencumbered.... And then i will pretend like i was sealing the doors. Hagrid.... I trust you can.... Send a word about your decision to the Ministry?" "You got it.... Just go...." With that, Albus drew runic symbols with the Elder Wand and recited the incantation for the Apporting Spell.

Appone haec individua in desperato necessitate ad locum refugii! Small jets of light appeared from his wand as the runes began to activate. Albus immediately waved a trail at Sirius and Buckbeak, watching grimly as the runes worked and in a flash of yellow light, they were gone. He waved another trail of runes at Hagrid and watched him vanish before then turning to meet the children behind him.

"Remember my instructions....." With that, Albus waved the last trail of runes at Harry and Hermione, teleporting them into the Hospital Wing.

With that, Albus broke the time-stopping charm and immediately teleported himself into the entrance as he then convincingly weaved locking charms into it. He waited patiently for Severus's outburst.....

And it didn't take 5 minutes before Severus charged in, already firing multiple unlocking spells at the door to no avail. No ordinary unlocking charms can break the spell he placed. Even an explosive spell can't.

Swiftly letting them in, Albus watched coldly as Severus ranted how Harry must have had something to do with it. But it was when Severus had physically grabbed Harry that Albus finally lost it.

A cold splash of water and then a bouncing bolt of lightning did the job as Severus was repelled from Harry. Albus stood before him with a look of such fury and coldness even Madam Pomfrey didn't feel any need to defend Harry.

"Severus.... You.... Will leave.... Now..... And a probation is in order...... LEAVE......" Albus outright commanded as Severus yet again lost his anger in the face of the enormous magical power that choked his being and immediately left.

He sighed as he indulged Cornelius's awe and wariness of Severus. At least Cornelius agreed to remove the Dementors. As much as Albus hated Harry being put in danger, at least it did have a positive effect.

Alas, the year didn't end smoothly even afterwards. Severus, in an utterly unreasonable act of spite, revealed that Remus was a Werewolf and Remus had immediately resigned afterwards. Albus barely prevented himself from crushing the goblet he was drinking from as he watched with fury as Severus looked outright pleased with himself.

He went to see Remus off, but found Harry looking despondent. "Harry.... I understand this year is a bittersweet victory for you, but don't be discouraged. You still have family.... Friends.... And i will always be there as much as i could in supporting you." But then Harry turned at him and asked the question that would alter his intentions greatly.

"You know.... Don't you, professor.... You knew why Voldemort hunted me and my parents. You know..... Sirius told me you specifically warned them..... Because of a prophecy.... And based from your descriptions..... I can only assume..... That Voldemort targeted me because he knew at least that i had power he never had. Love..... That was the power..... Am i right?" Harry had said it with such a lack of resentment, only understanding, that Albus could barely stop himself from crying. 

Here was Harry James Potter.... A boy with the wisdom of someone much older than his age. A boy who he had intended to use, even if for a genuinely well-intentioned future, but came to love like a son. And now.... Albus could no longer hide the truth any longer.....

"As you wish.... Now that you knew the truth, it should be appropriate that you know the prophecy that..... Sealed your fate." Albus choked at that, nearly losing his composure, but Harry's next words made him cry outright.

"Don't blame yourself... You're literately the only father figure i ever knew.... My mentor.... My savior..... My father......" Harry had said it so earnestly.....

Composing himself, Albus revealed the full prophecy.

"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches... born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies... and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not... and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives... the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies...."

Albus waited as Harry took the knowledge in. He was expecting Harry to lash out, yell, but instead Harry just looked so.... Resigned, yet earnest and grateful.

"Thank you.... Professor.... I suppose i can ask you to keep training me? If Voldemort will return, then i need to be prepared. And.... I think i'll drop Divination.... Can i still transfer to Runology?" Albus couldn't help the shaky laugh, but deep down his heart was torn between triumph and genuine care and pride.

"Yes Harry.... I will.... And i think it's possible. That said, you will have to be tutored in Runology by me myself.... I can convince Professor Babbling that way....." Harry just laughed. "I'll see you very soon, then? Headmaster?" It was such a hopeful tone, such an eager desire to spend time with him, such an acceptance to be trained, that Albus felt his heart melt at the sight.

"Naturally... See you, Harry..... My boy...."

The moment Severus had came, Dumbledore had immediately projected the memory he had of Lily's reaction to Snape's change. He had told her, after all. James, as well.

"So.... In the end, Severus changed? He really changed for the better.' 

"Yes...." 

"I am glad..... You know.... I always blamed myself for not being a better friend to him..... To think he loved me and the fact that he couldn't have me lead him to the darkness is a source of guilt.... Even though i loved James..... Perhaps..... But.... Maybe after all this is over, i can reach out to him. Make him a secondary godfather."

"Got to admit.... I don't like Snape, but at least i can try to be nicer, better. And yes.... I suppose he's earned it, Lily."

He cancelled the memory and watched as Severus broke down, all dignity lost as sadness and remorse overwhelmed him, as he shed tears and apologized, begging for another chance to be there for her.

"You see Severus.... Lily cared for you.... She never stopped caring..... And she always hoped you could change.... I reveal this memory to you because you deserve to know.... Lily never hated you... Always loved you as a friend. Her last hope for you was that you be better. So right now...." 

Albus gently placed his hand on Snape's crying face. "Change.... Not just for Lily as a person, but for the person she believed you could be. Prove to her you can change.... So that when you die, you can face her with pride and be welcomed by her with open arms."

"It's too late, perhaps, to say this, but i always saw you becoming a Death Eater as one of my regrets. I had hoped that being in the School could have helped you..... I am truly sorry that i failed.... But i can still save you.... If you want to be saved.... Eventually, i will reveal the truth, but now.... You should reflect on it.

With that, he turned his back and exited his office just as he heard Severus mutter. "Thank you.... I'll try....."

Albus couldn't help the somber smile on his face.

So it's starting.... With Peter's escape, he doubtlessly went to Voldemort for his protection. Voldemort would surely be revived eventually. He had known that. And now Peter had set things to motion.

With Harry now finally ready, though, Albus felt his heart lighten and warm with more hope than ever that Harry would live, that he would defeat Voldemort, and be the great leader and the inheritor to all the power Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore had accumulated.

He had of course knew why. While he approached Harry, Albus had always put up a wall to protect him should he lose Harry. The ability to compartmentalize his emotions and live on with great losses was what he had mastered. He had seen many deaths, tragedies, and to be honest, beneath all his good heart and attitude, there was an exhaustion over his life. Tired of failing people, tired, and even afraid, of caring, tired of all the combat, and tired of being the world's greatest man. With Great Power.... Comes Great Responsibility. Alas....

But Harry had served to remind him that even with all such feelings, all the horrors he experienced, there was light in the world. Hope..... Harry may have believed Albus had helped him entirely, but in truth..... Albus was actually blessed to have him. The day where Harry entered his life had now became one of the happiest days in his old life. Considering his immense power, he would likely live for over 300 years or so....

He glanced at the pack of books he had written that was nearly complete. The Charming Enchantments, the Principles and Techniques of Martial Magic, the Mastery over Light and Dark, the Intricate Sciences of Magic, the Guide to Handling Beasts, the Behaviors and Lives of Muggles, The Many Ways of Foresight, the Power, Dangers, and Limitations of Transformation, and the Enlightenment of History, The magic books were nearly complete..... But what would not be complete until the end.... Was the book about wisdom.  The True Burdens and Keys of Leadership, the Fundamentals of Politics and the Principles to Remain Uncorrupted.... And finally.... The Guide to Proper Jobs.

After all, Albus could learn many things from Harry, as he had already proven. It would be best to wait..... Perhaps in this journey of fatherhood..... Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore may even experience more about magic.

The future was complicated, and even if he were a Seer, he knew he couldn't see everything..... Gellert had learned that lesson the hard way.....

But if there was a single thing Albus Dumbledore believed.....

It was that hope..... No matter what.... Would not die.

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"Well-done, Harry! You passed with flying colors! Professor Babbling would be very pleased with your results." Albus declared with glee as he reviewed Harry's final Runes test. It was 100% perfect. Harry beamed at him.

"Great! Now.... Can you teach me less about runic translations and start on the more practical aspects?" Albus just smiled.  "Naturally.... I think you are advanced enough..... And i will also start teaching you practical Arithmancy afterwards. First, Runes are some of the more ancient forms of magic, highly practical, but ancient and it's usage isn't much. Actually, Muggles can write and translate runes just as well as wizards, but using magic with runes requires magical abilities. This ties into the practical aspect of Arithmancy, which i am sure you won't learn until the fifth year..... The most important quality Runes have is that they can store and apply magical energy. Runic talismans have been used to amplify spells, which is but a basic application of Runology's true capabilities. As it can maintain magical energy for prolonged periods of time and possess far more magical energy than a wand can create, it can maintain spells much longer and with far greater power and it removes the need for having to keep powering the spell yourself."

"Er... Professor? I saw you draw runes with your wand.... Does that mean runes can be summoned that way?" Dumbledore kindly shook his head. "No.... It may seem like i just summoned already existent runes, but actually i created the runes. When you reach a certain level of mastery, it's possible to use your own magic to create runes yourself. It is much more powerful than the usual rune talismans as you can use your own power coupled with runes nature to make the spells more devastating. In fact, there exists certain runic-specific spells, all which rank as among the greatest spells ever known to wizardkind."

"Then.... What about the rituals you used? I saw you use runes for that time ritual." Dumbledore turned serious. "First thing you need to know, muggles believe in mystical rituals. They exist, yes, and are known to wizardkind, but rituals are much more elaborate than regular spells. Rituals..... Are made to achieve effects beyond the ability of normal spells. The charm i used to conceal the Philosopher's Stone, the time-traveling ritual, and the spell i used to subdue Remus are among them. Rituals can't be applied in combat unless you have already prepared them or you are able to deflect an enemy's attack long enough to perform a ritual because even for me, rituals are far too sophisticated to be used instantly. The best thing i could do was shorten and improve the rituals, not make them a liberal choice of magic."

"And yes.... Runes are regularly used to help with rituals. Blood, talismans, and other magical conduits can be used. In fact, even natural phenomenon such as the sun, the eclipse, the full moon, and magical plants can be used to channel greater power. Arithmancy also helps as well. While your current level of Arithmancy means you haven't learned this, Arithmancy can be applied in many practical ways. The most common is the ability to deduce what spell your opponent would use based on the gesture, what magic a rune can summon based on their composition, and when your senses reach the highest level, you can quite literately use Arithmancy to deduce the amount of power your enemy is using just by sensing the energy they are emanating. For complex magic such as rituals, Arithmancy can help in that they provide the sufficient calculations needed to set the ritual's effects properly."

"It IS possible to use rituals without Arithmancy, but it's highly recommended you master it. It can greatly help reduce the burden rituals can cause. After all, few wizards can channel powers as great as the sun, moon, and eclipse. An important thing you have to learn should you need to rely on external power is that you must be cautious and calculate your ability to withstand the power you are channeling. Too much power can kill a wizard and witch. That said, there are magical brews and means that can be used to strengthen the body in order to channel such power." 

Harry was taking all the knowledge with complete and utter awe, as if he had just been introduced into a new realm of wizardry. Dumbledore gave him a familiar smile. He had after all seen that look in his students.

"When can i start practising all those skills? It all seems so complicated-" "You will eventually. Take it step-by-step. Don't push beyond your limits. Voldemort believed that pushing magic as far as possible gave him power but in truth, when magic is pushed that far, it lashes back. Voldemort gained great power but that power would forever be limited, not just by his personality but also by the punishments magic imposed on him. I myself needed 35 years before i am able to become the greatest wizard in history...."

"That said, i think you would like to know that the Weasleys have asked me to take you there and spend some time until the Quidditch World Cup begins. I will be more than happy to watch over you all."

And therefore they were now at the Burrow. This time, though, Harry convinced the Dursleys to meet the Weasleys and they agreed to. So Dumbledore first summoned Arthur and Molly to Privet Drive. They got along fairly well. Petunia seemed a bit grateful that Harry was well-cared for in the Burrow while Vernon was surprisingly amused by Arthur's fascination with Muggles and willing to help with improving his knowledge.

"Now Harry..... Take care of yourself, won't you? And you..... Better take care of my nephew well." Petunia said curtly, her voice turning from soft to cold when she referred to him. Albus just sighed as he teleported Harry first before addressing her.

"Petunia.... I-" "I don't want to hear your words. You're sorry? Well.... Prove that you can be better. Keep Harry alive, make him great..... If he lives, then i'll consider your amends done." With that, she closed the door at him, Arthur, and Molly. He turned at the two and saw they were rather sad. Naturally. After all, they knew exactly what Petunia meant.

"Sorry about that.... Now.... Shall we greet the children?" With that, Albus warped himself, Molly, and Arthur to the Burrow. 

He spent a few days there himself, politely being given a room by the Weasleys. Albus was more than happy to help out with daily affairs, however, and indulge the children, not just Harry. In particular, he was pleased to see that Charlie and Bill were quite close to Harry. Ronald had also acquired an owl named Pidwegeon, courtesy of Sirius. 

Another interesting thing that Albus discovered was that apparently Fred and George were dreaming of creating a shop that can sell and provide many miscellaneous magical items. Despite the disapprovals of Molly, they approached him and Albus was happy to help them like he was always happy to help a student. He first suggested they broaden their products, giving actually efficient and effective magical items such as brews and even combat items, and also taught them some runes and arithmancy to use in their products. The Weasley twins looked like they had been given a special dish.

It didn't quite compare to the elation and gratefulness they felt when Molly learned about it and lost it. She at first insisted that they seek a more efficient career, but Dumbledore put his foot down and defended the children. He had explained to her their passion and that it was better to be accepting than constraining and even gave hints that he had made so the shop would be useful. Molly had backed down after that, but not before insisting Fred and George properly carry out the shop effectively and honor Dumbledore's trust. Since then, the Weasleys had given him a for-life free purchase of any and all products and the ability to order special favors from them. They looked ready to worship the ground he walked due to what Dumbledore believed they said as "True generosity and teaching wisdom".

He also enjoyed a few Quidditch games with the Weasley children as their referee, even playing as the Keeper and Chaser at a few times. It was surprisingly nostalgic for him to fly on his old broomstick, after years of rarely flying. And thankfully he hadn't lost his approach, managing to prevent much goals from going in and score multiple times against the Weasleys. They were also fascinated of his broom, as it was just a Silver Arrow yet able to rival a Firebolt in speed. Albus had just gave a sad smile and told them how it was named after his sister and given by his mother and he kept it and modified it as a memorial for them.

Percy meanwhile had been accepted into the Department of International Magical Cooperation. He was very excited and kept trying to ask him questions about the workings of the International Confederation and how he can be a great helper in the department. Albus was happy to help, naturally, but he felt that Percy should be more cautious around Barty Crouch. That said, Percy utterly admired his superior, so Dumbledore decided against it. Bill and Charlie were happy to talk about their situations and they were doing well with their careers. For now, things were peaceful.....

But Albus knew better than to take it for granted. So he spent much of his time teaching Harry more. He started out by giving Harry practical runic and arithmancy classes and started teaching him more conventional dueling spells like the Stunning Spell and the Shield Charm. Yet again, Harry was a gifted and determined student and it seemed he had only increased in determination since learning about the prophecy.

Currently, Harry was able to connect with Runes skillfully and learn how to amplify his spells with them, with Albus giving him a book of runes to draw power from. He also swiftly grasped the basics of practical Arithmancy, and was able to apply them quite decently. Although.... He still couldn't perform at advanced levels, but his current level was already impressive, and Albus was proud of him.

Finally, the time for the Quidditch World Cup came. They would arrive there via a Portkey. Dumbledore could have easily arranged an alternative for himself and Harry, but decided against it. After all, Harry had never traveled via a Portkey. He should experience it. 

There was a bit of a hiccup when Amos Diggory boasted about how Cedric won the Quidditch match and avoided the Dementors during that particular match. Albus was proud, though, to see that Harry just politely greeted him and Cedric, who was embarassed with how his father had flaunted his victory over Harry when it was an accident. A true, modest Hufflepuff.... He was without a doubt among the brightest examples of the traits the Hufflepuff House prided itself on it's members, along with Newton and Theseus.

When they had arrived at the Quidditch World Cup final, Albus and the others were greeted with the rather unwelcome sight of the Malfoys having just given a donation to ST Mungos. They were as unpleasant as ever, but knew better than to think they could fight him politically and win. So they just gritted their teeth and left without saying another word.

Then Ludo Bagman and Barty Crouch appeared. Albus had to admit he found Bagman to be mostly well-meaning, if not a rather weak gambler and desperate financial handler, and he was considering supporting him, especially as Goblins were involved. Ludo was already quite a fan of him, and Albus remembered Ludo as a student regularly speaking about how well-accomplished the Headmaster was at flying before records of his war feats faded into obscurity and believing he could never match Albus's skillful combat techniques on a broom. Ludo was a pretty good Quidditch player, though, and in the end, Albus may be a fair Quidditch player, but his expertise in flying lay mostly in combat-flying.

Crouch mostly respected his competence, power, and dilligence, but Albus was wary of him. Crouch, frankly, reminded him of Gellert in a way. He was a ruthless extremist who fought fire with fire and wanted to progress himself no matter the cost. While he despised the dark side utterly, although nowhere near as badly as Gellert, much less Voldemort turned out, he was still a case of the word "He who fights monsters must see to It that he himself does not become a monster. And if you gaze for long into an abyss, the abyss gazes also into you."  That said, he had to admit he respected and did trust him to an extent. His.... Familial life.... Was also quite tragic, and Dumbledore had already experienced the ultimate tragedy in that case.

Albus had just smiled and politely greeted them. Ludo was ecstatic to see him and they conversed about the winners. Albus, having seen the Quidditch Team styles, knew it would be Ireland to win, but that Bulgaria would get the Snitch, and had said so, followed by the  Weasley twins swiftly supporting him and musing about how excellent his insight into Quidditch seemed to be for someone who claimed to not be an expert.

Then finally the match came, and as expected, Bulgaria fought valiantly, but Ireland's Chasers and Keeper were just too skilled. Although it was rare, Albus had records of the phenomenon where the Snitch was caught but the opposing team won because they had managed to score more.

"It's the first time i ever saw Quidditch at this level..... It really is a great sport eh, professor?" Albus turned to Harry. "Well, i personally do enjoy a good game of Quidditch, but it wasn't until i became Headmaster that i was able to properly enjoy such matches. Internationally, i have a particular liking to the Puddlemere United. Their play style is quite freewheeling and stylish. Mister Weasley favors the Chudley Cannons.... What a pity their glory days have ended a long time ago.... But.... I suppose all good things must be replaced by another, be it good or bad." Albus finished with a smile as Harry smiled back.

It honestly felt a bit refreshing to communicate with Harry for other reasons than training.... Perhaps..... This relationship truly was what fate intended for him.

Alas, the cheerful atmosphere was rudely interrupted.... When Death Eaters attacked the Quidditch World Cup camps. Dumbledore sensed them coming before anyone else, his usually attuned magical awareness aiding him.

Immediately, Albus summoned backup from the Ministry, giving them reason that he believed the Death Eaters were attacking. Although skeptical, none took Albus Dumbledore unseriously and they agreed to send squads to help defeat the Death Eaters.

Albus wasn't keen on waiting, however. He quickly sent the Muggles nearby away before they could be harmed. He had just sent the last of them to safety when the Death Eaters finally attacked.

Gritting his teeth, Albus did not waste any time and immediately charged to reunite with Harry and the Weasleys.

"Everyone! Get back to the Portkey! Stick together! Harry! Do not engage!" With that, Albus ran out to help in whatever ways he could.

He started by putting out the fires and fixing the camps while the Death Eaters were engaged with the Ministry's officers and getting as many as he could away from there. 

Afterwards, Albus turned his attention to the Death Eaters. He started picking them off one-by-one, incapacitating them with casual Banishing Charms and Stunning Spells before capturing and restraining some of them. He also read their minds, and saw how they just viewed it as a chance to torment Muggles rather than any indication that Voldemort had returned and was leading them.

But just before he could help, suddenly the Dark Mark appeared in the sky.

Albus watched it in shock. He had seen Tom's creation many times, but this was the first time after 10 years.

And it was clear that the Death Eaters weren't expecting it either. They panicked and immediately fled. Dumbledore was just able to capture a few more before they apparated away.

But then he felt Harry's magical signature.... And realized Harry was close.

Concern filling him, Albus immediately rushed to the location where he sensed Harry's magic. He found his boy knocked out, but didn't sense any magical cause, fine apart from a few scratches and bruises. Perhaps he just stumbled on a rock and fell.... But there were Death Eater bodies there.... Did Harry defeat some?

He quickly woke him up. "You alright, Harry?" "Y-Yes.... Just... Death Eaters attacked.... I beat them, but then i stumbled on a rock and fell unconscious. The last thing i heard was someone taking my wand-" Suddenly, cutting off Harry's explanation, Albus realized something....

An incoming magical! Albus immediately raised his wand. When multiple Stunning Spells attacked him and Harry, Albus cast a Protego Maxima to keep them both safe. "Stop! That's Harry Potter and Albus Dumbledore!" "Harry! Albus turned to see Ronald and Hermione rush towards the scene.

"Dumbledore.... Did you see who conjured the Dark Mark? Can you figure it out?" Crouch asked grimly. Albus nodded curtly. He waved his wand at the Dark Mark. "Origines ducens!" The Arithmancy spell provided him with a face that looked similar to.... Could it be? And..... Harry's wand.

"Someone took Harry's wand and used it to cast Morsmodre.... Deletrius!." He didn't even wait for the spell to take effect and vanish the Dark Mark. He quickly acted to discover the trail that he had sensed.

And what he saw surprised him greatly. Winky, Crouch's House-Elf, laid unconscious.

Albus probed her mind, trying to discover what had happened, but she was in a disarray. All that he knew was that she was apparently dragging something in a haste when the Stunning Spells hit her and knocked her out.

"Professor Dumbledore! What did you-" Everyone's words died at their throats as they recognized the elf. 

"C-Could it be...... The Elf-" "No.... I probed her mind.... She didn't do it. But she may know something.... Let's wake her up first.... Enervate!"

As Winky came to consciousness, Albus waited patiently and gave Amos a firm gaze telling him to stay put. He knew that the elder Diggory was an emotional man.

"Winky.... I am Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts, Supreme Mugwump, and a correspondent of your master, Barty Crouch. Can you please tell me what had happened? The Dark Mark had been conjured.... Did you see anything? Can you tell us anything?" 

Winky seemed quite frightened, and all she would say was that she had fled from the Death Eaters and saw no one. Albus felt himself flinch when he learned that Winky feared heights yet her master had her save a place for him. But that paled in comparison to what Crouch did next.

"As she has disobeyed my commands and deliberately put herself in a situation that has brought me shame..... This means.... Clothes." With that, he coldly threw socks at her. Albus felt anger and disgust as he pitilessly glared at her and wiped his robes as if they had been tainted. 

"But she was frightened! Winky was scared of heights, and those wizards in the masks were levitating people! You can't-" "I can and i will. I have no use for a House Elf that has disobeyed me. No use for a servant that forgets what is due to her master and her master's reputation." Crouch ruthlessly stated to the angry Hermione.

"ENOUGH!" Albus shouted as Winky's cries increased. Literately, everyone there turned at him in shock. Even Crouch seemed somewhat afraid. 

"Bartemius Crouch... I have tolerated all your extremist ways, but this has gone too far..... I will take your elf as a Hogwarts elf....." He swiftly pulled his wand and conjured a note and used the Apportation Spell to take it and Winky's sobbing figure to Hogwarts.

"I will be sending a note to the Ministry for your completely unjustified treatment of your elf..... With Newton Scamander to back my case, i can safely assure you will be charged and forced to pay a fine. You have sentenced your own son because he committed a crime, that was still in a way understandable, if not morally corrupt.... But to dismiss a truly loyal Elf that way.... It's time you learn your place, Bartemius Crouch...." He made sure to convey his displeasure fully, his magic actually making the skies a reddish-blue hue as Crouch seemed unable to say a word.

"And you.... Amos.... I can assume..... You would not be making things more difficult for yourself?" Amos immediately shook his head, and Albus felt he saw him be somewhat concerned and wary. 'No.... I can assure you.... I don't agree with the way Mister Crouch dealt with Winky.... And i will not interfere or try to persecute her."

"Good..... Then.... Mister Crouch.... See you in the trial that you will lose." With that, Albus swiftly left with Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Arthur following suit.

"How could he do that!? That- That was..... Cruel! Inhumane!" Albus just sighed as he kept walking.

"Hermione.... There wasn't much we could do.... Crouch had the right to dismiss her, but at least Professor Dumbledore won't let him get away with it. And Newton Scamander is a real deal... He'll win...." Harry tried to assure her.

"I'm not much of a fan of House-Elves.... But.... That was really nasty...." Ronald muttered as Arthur sighed.

"House-Elves.... Have a natural instinct to serve.... They wish to be of use to a master.... They can switch loyalties based on their feelings..... And Hogwarts is easily among the most House-Elf tolerant places there is...."  Albus assured her with a smile.

"H-House Elves in Hogwarts!? So... They're the ones who cooked all the food!?" "Yes.... There are thousands, in fact, in Hogwarts. Each with a specific duty to carry out. Just because Crouch was a ruthless master, that doesn't mean everyone is like him.... Hermione.... I admire your passion for justice, but don't try to free them. It'll only make things worse, for all Elves." Albus said gently.

"Next thing.... It seems i must cut my vacation short.... This.... Is an onimous sign.... I must return to Hogwarts and prepare..... I'm sorry, Harry... But we will have to continue our lessons when you return to Hogwarts." Harry just gave him an encouraging smile.

"Don't worry, Headmaster.... I'll be waiting.... See you at school." Albus gave him a sad smile before disapparating.

He had work to do.

"WHAT!? This... This is really getting troublesome.... I'm unable to track down Peter, and now this!?" Sirius yelled. He, Albus, Aberforth, Hagrid and Moody were currently talking about the Dark Mark.

"Look kid.... Dark Lords being surprisingly stubborn? I already experienced that many times over. Gellert Grindelwald would make this guy look like an amateur. So don't worry... As long as Albus is here, he'll be able to take care of Lord Voldemort.... Right, dear brother?" Aberforth said while giving him a rather deadpan snarking look. Albus just sighed. Among the many things Aberforth was famous for, it was that he was an excellent warrior, a skilled wizard, and a surprisingly competent strategist and leader, having been a general of his army back then who could at his prime take down a small squad of wizards, but his sarcasm was quite infamous as well.

"Your opinion doesn't help, you strange bloke. So Albus.... What are we going to do?" Albus turned to look at Moody.

"Alastor... You will have to take up the Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor mantle.... Immediately. I cannot risk any chances of Voldemort or any dark forces using you against me.... As much as i hate to disrupt your retirement-" "Don't say it, Albus. I'll gladly help. After all, even retired, i am still an Auror to the end." Albus gave him a grateful smile. He had never doubted Alastor's passion for justice, though he repressed a sigh when he saw Aberforth's shaking expression. Even now, Aberforth still made tugs of their past.....

"What about me?" "You will stay here, where it's safe, Sirius. I.... Actually have plans for you to help in Harry's training. But it has to be careful.... Aberforth.... I trust.... That you will help me with Harry's training, being an excellent, pragmatic duelist?" Aberforth just snorted.

"Well.... Seeing as i haven't got much to do and your boy can be a useful sparring partner, why not?" "Good... Alastor... You will help, as well. I will arrange the schedule eventually.... But now i must prepare myself..... For now, dismissed." With that, Albus ended the meeting that was held with the Magical Attendance Spell. It can be activated by reciting the incantation proiciamus and then just thinking about the location you want. It was a spell that Albus developed himself after researching Charms, Divination, and Arithmancy. It was a mid-level spell.

Albus sighed out loud as the holograms vanished, leaving him with only Alastor at his office, looking expectant.

"Well? Any special instructions you need me to do? I am waiting." Nodding, Albus stood up and walked to Professor Mcgonagall's office. He needed to tell her and the staff about Alastor's employment, after all.

This was going to be a long year.... And Albus could only hope Harry would remain safe....

But he knew better to think his hopes and efforts could do that surely.

And if there was one thing, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore did not do after having learned his lessons.... It was that lying to himself would do him no good.

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It hadn't taken long for Albus to swiftly stage the trial against Crouch, especially when he had told Fudge that he would deal with the international complaints. With that, Fudge hadn't thought twice in exchanging his help for the favor by agreeing to the trial.

With Newton's staunch support, Crouch was swiftly convicted and had to pay a 5000 Galleons fine to him and write a letter of apology to Winky. Albus had made sure to watch him carefully as well..... 

Although he hadn't revealed it, he had seen a glimpse of his son somehow alive despite having presumably died in Azkaban. Yet he knew that confronting Crouch in that manner wouldn't be wise. Albus had long since learned the importance of subterfuge. Whenever he needed to be direct, he'll do it, but his experiences during the wars, particularly the war with Gellert, which taught him exactly the necessity of thinking many times ahead and appealing to the right side of the people to get his way. So he'll let it slide for now.

Now he had to deal with the international uproar with the Supreme Mugwump speech he would deliver to appease the International Confederation of Wizards and Witches and their anger at the lack of security. 

"First of all, i would like to sincerely apologize for the lack of security in the Quidditch World Cup.... All of you..... I ensure you that the British Ministry did their best but the attack was completely unexpected. Even i never imagined that the Death Eaters would attack..... But i say this to all of you..... My brothers and sisters, friends, from different countries..... I and the British Ministry of Magic will do the best in ensuring such a thing never happened again during next international events held in Britain." Albus declared, making sure that he got his point clear and his strength firm. Among the most important things in politics and leadership, especially in the Confederation, was that there must be strength, charisma, and decisiveness to be accepted. Albus had long since perfected the art of public-speaking and knew when to be convincing and terrifying.

The International Confederation accepted his words quickly. Ever since he had thwarted Gellert in Bhutan when he tried to become Supreme Mugwump, all the world had been asking him to be the Supreme Mugwump hoping he could counter Grindelwald that way. He did start an international army at the end, with several representatives from all countries, but only after defeating Gellert when he had actually managed to for the span of 5 years become Supreme Mugwump by force and expose magic to Muggles and even incorporate magic into their technology and swiftly pick apart Muggle resistances in a decisive way did he truly earn the title. Having fixed the damage Gellert left in a way that made the wizarding world happier only further earned him the complete trust and loyalty from the Confederation, so much so that there have been statements that Albus should just become the Minister of Magic and then restructure Britain.

But Albus Dumbledore did not want that power. He had never actually wanted to be the Supreme Mugwump, but as his hands were forced and no one else could, he had to. And now that Harry was in the picture, Albus had high expectations for him. Harry could do it. He could be the leader the world needed. And Albus would be there to guide him, until he finally inherited all the political power Albus could give him. 

It would require Harry to experience the International Confederation for himself and he had to start as being the Minister of Magic first, but Albus was patient. All that he could hope for was that Harry would accept the future he had..... But then Albus remembered sadly that in a way, he was actually preparing Harry for the inevitable. In the end, although not as famous as he was, Harry Potter was still a defeater of a Dark Lord. Any chances he had for a simple, normal life was mostly gone when he was marked by the prophecy, and then evaporated when Harry finally defeated Voldemort.

Yes... That was the ultimate truth. He didn't really need to get Harry to be the greatest leader..... No.... His fate was already bound to that of his fame and the abilities he possessed. He would always be special. As Albus had came to realize over the years, no matter his wishes and efforts, Harry was already destined to be a revolutionary harbringer, and that was why Albus would be there to help him. The burden of power has never been easy to carry. Even after all these years, Albus still felt the strain of leadership and an unforgetting memory that lead to him occasionally remembering his failures as a teacher and a leader. 

In fact, in terms of magical power, contrary to the beliefs of others that he could perform magic for just about anything with such a natural skill that he was the closest to what they called magical omnipotence and omniscience, Albus needed years of research and training to become that magically competent and powerful, and he still felt the strain to an extent, though it was to where he could simply shrug it off and suppress it like it was nothing. 

And when it came to intelligence.... Well.... Wisdom and intelligence are quite different concepts. Knowing the best way intellectually to handle a situation would always be judged with whether or not the solution was right.... Conscience was also another thing. That was, after all, why Albus had rarely, unless absolutely necessary, carried out extreme strategies, but he's had years of experience in warfare to harden himself if necessary.....

Meanwhile Harry.... Harry was blessed with the magic of the heart and an innate talent for magic. Even if his brilliance did not match that of Albus, Albus had seen many seemingly untalented individuals become an exceptional wizard even better than some prodigies through hardwork. And considering the scarcity of current days magically blessed individuals, he would count Harry as among the very few who could become a wizard close to his level, if not even surpass him. So while it would be hard-work, it wasn't as if it is impossible for Harry to wield magic at a level that could mark him as the next greatest wizard.

And Harry also qualified for Albus's hopes in the future generations. He was intelligent, capable as a leader, and most importantly, he had the natural instinct of the right and wrong thing. He had the selflessness and heart to do his best not for himself, but for others. That was what a true leader should be. Prioritizing the lives of the others and the greater cause selflessly, the ability to make the right choices, and the charisma to compel others to follow him.

All this would make Harry a better man than Albus ever was. Newt had the same qualifications, but he had decided Newt had chosen to be a scholar in his own way. Even now, the first man he considered a son was still actively seeking to perfect the world's knowledge. He had no right to dictate his fate. But while Newt had the choice and choose to improve the lives of others in his own way, Harry did not have that choice.

All these heavy, bittersweet thoughts plagued his mind as he began preparing the special pocket dimension that Harry would be trained in, where time ran 2 times slower, where equipments designed for real combat training was ready to be used.....

If he did not intervene, then Harry would be lost.... But because he intervened.... Harry now could properly use his gifts and decide his path.

Such was his decision.... He would not let Harry be lost. Instead, he will give his all in ensuring Harry learned the right ways in life and equip him with the knowledge and wisdom needed to decide the way he wanted to go... In his sealed fate.

The year begin with the announcement of the Triwizard Tournament, without a doubt among the most perilous tournaments ever held. Dumbledore had participated in many international competitions, but when he was born, the Triwizard was already canceled because of it's infamous death toll. That said, Albus Dumbledore was perhaps the world's most knowledgeable expert in history, his time with Gellert and the journeys he went through having allowed him to know even things that Bathilda Bagshot, his former mentor, didn't know. He had in fact been to places that still held the Triwizard Tournament traces, so he knew the truth.

When the students had lashed out upon the declaration of only the seventeen being allowed to compete, Albus immediately released a simple but effective shockwave by summoning a walking stick and slamming the ground with it, not affecting the students but the walls and the ground and yelled with magically amplified voice. "SILENCE!"

Immediately, every student fell into peace again as the Headmaster promptly proceeded to wandlessly unlock the case of the Goblet of Fire. "This.... Is the Goblet of Fire. Anyone who wishes to submit themselves.... Merely write their name and then throw the parchment into the flame..... In order to ensure no attempts to compete while underage...." Albus drew his wand and weaved runes to create the Age Line.

"This Age Line.... Keeps anyone not old enough from even entering the circle. ANY attempt to fool this protection won't work.... For example...." Albus immediately projected the image of the consequences of using the Aging Potion and spells, which would make them age to an old man physically briefly.

With all there silent, Albus continued. "Now.... The delegations for the Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will arrive in October. They will stay at Hogwarts until the end of the year. Remember to be courteous, polite, and sociable with them. The true nature of the Tournament, after all, is to establish friendly relations between different nations. And you are also encouraged to give your full-hearted support to the Champion. Now, seeing as you all will need rest for the classes tommorow.... It's time to call today a day! Chop-Chop! Bed!" Albus declared, putting back his cheerful tone on.

It seemed his previous authoritian attitude succeeded, as none of the students showed any signs of considering bypassing the Age Line anymore. With that settled, Albus turned to talk with Alastor, discussing about the first thing he should teach as being practical defensive charms. Alastor gruffly agreed to not immediately include extreme levels. Albus knew Alastor's level would have many high-level skills to teach, but he needed to make sure Alastor take it slow. He knew what his old friend was like. He saw things like a warrior even in peaceful times. But this was a school, not the Aurors Alastor trained. They should be allowed to grow their own way.

His advice payed off as Alastor immediately proved to be an exceptional teacher, his experiences as an Auror making him highly accomplished in his work. His lessons were of high-quality, and Albus felt that Alastor would indeed be an excellent teacher for Harry.

However, Alastor still made his personality very clearly, as the students talked about how strict he was. The biggest example was when Draco was cruelly transformed into a ferret by Alastor for attempting to attack Harry. Albus had just been walking into the Entrance Hall when he saw it happen.

"Alastor.... WHAT is.... This?" Albus had asked him firmly when he saw a ferret being manipulated and then tossed around by Alastor. Alastor just smirked and stated he was "teaching proper manners", causing a huge roar of laughter from anyone who was not in Slytherin, even more so when he abruptly placed the ferret into Crabbe's pants, causing yet another gasp of laughter.

That said, Albus found nothing humorous. No matter what Draco had attempted, this was not the right way. Abruptly, Albus had transformed Draco back into his human form. When Draco had threatened to summon his father, Alastor had cast the Knockback Jinx on the boy and berated him for believing Lucius could threaten him. Before it escalated, Albus immediately placed his hand close to Alastor's face with magic imbued. "Enough... Alastor... We NEVER use Transfiguration as a punishment. Perhaps a few simple hexes and jinxes are allowed... But not to this extent. Do you understand, old friend?" Albus stated firmly and coldly as Alastor nodded back.

There was no further accident as Alastor remained a great teacher for the students..... Until the time came when he had decided to teach the Unforgivable Curses to the students. Albus felt his heart pause when he heard the theme of the lesson, and was strongly tempted to interfere, but decided against it when Alastor just showed it on a spider. That said, when Harry was attacked by the Imperius and Cruciatus Curse, Albus seriously considered interfering.... Until Harry revealed he had fought the curses. Even the Cruciatus, though held-back, did not make him bend. He barely even flinched. Alastor had awarded Gryffindor 150 Points for it and praised his will. Albus's pride overrode his judgement as at least Harry was able to learn new skills perfectly. Alastor had told him that Harry excelled the most in the class, but wanted to test him more. While Albus certainly did not approve. he still had to admit there was a merit.....

But when Neville Longbottom had been asked to come forward, Albus watched with horror as Alastor just told him to listen, but not see, as he tortured the spider once more with the Cruciatus Curse. He even mentioned how Neville's parents resisted to the end when subjected to the Cruciatus Curse and told him their parents, although insane, needed to find something to be proud of when they finally passed on and Neville should be more excellent and brave, like his parents.

The Longbottoms.... Their fates were easily among the most tragic... While Alastor's intentions were noble and intent on teaching Neville a lesson about the harshness of reality and the fact that he should at least be proud of his parents rather than wallowing and being unable to be a great wizard because of them, it was utterly unceremonious.

And when he demanded an explanation from Alastor, Alastor plainly told him that with the fact that Voldemort was likely getting stronger, they couldn't afford to be half-baked with dealing things. He also made it clear he never intended it to be torture. Having been the teacher of Alicia and Frank, he believed Neville could do his parents justice but was held back by insecurities. As such, he believed himself to be trying to make him hone his potential.

".... Potter is not only strong magically, but also in mind and body..... Yes.... Excellent.... With proper training, he'll be able to surpass me for sure. I understand that you want to take things slow, but that, i'm afraid, is not the correct way, Albus! Potter needs training. He needs to grow from training and experience. Reality has never been nice. In fact, did you know what Potter thought after i used the Cruciatus Curse? It was that he knew it was a test and that he refused to succumb even when hurt. A true prodigy.... Now we need to help him improve on that."

Before leaving, Alastor turned back at him. "War is harsh..... Never kind.... We both know that. Your efforts to keep the students from realizing the harshness of reality will get them killed. It's better to be hard rather than be nice while knowing it would leave them unprepared." With that, he left. Albus let out a deep sigh.

The harshness of reality..... Albus had experienced it far too many times.... It would never be kind indeed.... But still it horrified him at the idea that the students would have to fight without even being old enough to experience life.

Alas, fate was not kind on neither him or Harry. He had still hesitated to truly put him through a harsh and rigorious training regime, but any choice he had died the day the Triwizard Tournament champions were announced.

It had gone off well at first, with Dumbledore being the one to call out the champions by extracting the name from the Goblet of Fire and congratulating them like he would normally.....

But the peaceful atmosphere ended when suddenly another name came out from the Goblet of Fire.

None other but Harry's name..... Dumbledore's mind went numb for an entire minute reading the parchment..... Before he composed himself and yelled" Harry Potter! Come here.... Please."

Harry walked up to him, looking wary but valiant. "I-I didn't do-" "It's alright, Harry." Albus cursed himself for saying that. It is not alright! How was it possible that Harry had been chosen when Cedric was already chosen? He wasn't even 17! But then it hit him.

He cursed himself for not adding extra protections around the Goblet. Someone must have cast a Confundus Charm on it! So that Harry would have to compete.

This.... This was not supposed to happen..... How could this-

But alas Albus could not find a way out for Harry. The binding contract of the Goblet of Fire was certainly firm.

It was at that moment that the words of Alastor came back to haunt him. He realized at that moment any hope he had for Harry to be able to enjoy the training in much ways had crumbled to dust. The Tournament meant that Harry must now be trained to the best. He must experience the harsh reality....

And Albus knew for certain that Voldemort was behind all this. He knew he couldn't possibly strike at Harry while he was in Hogwarts, so he sought to do so in other ways. In fact, Albus even predicted that Riddle probably intended to use Harry's blood in his revival ritual. He knew as well that it would actually benefit both him and Harry in the long run. 

The enchantment Albus had placed on Harry meant that any contact Voldemort had with him would slowly but surely eradicate the piece of Voldemort's soul inside Harry's scar. He couldn't get rid of it immediately, so that was the best alternative. There did exist a way to extract the piece from a Horcrux, but at that time as a baby, Harry literately had no chance of surviving. 

But Albus immediately slapped himself for even thinking it. Harry was not ready to face Voldemort yet. In the future, he would have an excellent chance, but now Voldemort would surely kill him. He realized that either way Harry would be put in great danger.....

And with much regret, Albus had called Harry to his office the day after he was officialized as a champion, with Alastor, Aberforth, Sirius, Newton and himself there.

"Harry.... I understand your concerns.... In fact, i have reason to believe that Voldemort may well be using the Tournament to aim for your life. Alas, i cannot prevent you from competing. The best thing i could do is train you, prepare you to the best of my ability. But i must warn you. The circumstances mean that now we will have to take your training up a notch. I, along with my brother Aberforth, Alastor, Sirius, and Newton, will train you. Do you accept?" Harry seemed shaken, but nodded firmly.

"I'm truly sorry, Harry.... I had hoped for you to have more time of happiness, but it seemed-" "Professor..... I think that i have made it clear that i've been ready for this since you told me the truth. So my answer remains that i will accept the training. Don't blame yourself for things you can't control. I promise... I'll do my best, as both a champion of Hogwarts and as your student."

How could this boy, so much younger than him, seem so wise, so determined to grow, not for himself, but for the greater good? Albus barely contained himself from crying and then nodded. "Very well, my boy.... We'll be expecting you to come.... This-" Albus revealed a Phoenix emblem. "Has been enchanted so you will access a pocket dimension designed specifically for your training. I will tell you via a message when you will begin. Good luck....."

"Thank you, Professor Dumbledore." With that, Harry walked away, leaving Albus with his fellows.

"So that's the kid? He seems genuine, determined, and nice, alright..... This Harry is the one you believe will be your successor?" Newton asked when they were alone. Albus sighed.

"Yes..... Newt..... I know you have long since retired, but can you help me with him?" "If it's just training and teaching, then i can help. That said.... Albus.... I can somewhat understand why you're being reluctant to deal with Voldemort. We all know that you could have defeated him by yourself..... But..... Do understand the boundaries..... We all want a change, and we've only partially succeeded. With Harry's help, we'll be able to do much more, but he's just a boy. He needs time." 

Albus nodded heavily. "I know.... How's Tina and your son, Jacob, doing? As well as Queenie and Mister Kowalski?" Newt sighed. "Tina and Jacob are doing alright. Tina actually offered to help with dueling training, but i told her she should stay with Jacob. Queenie.... Well, ever since the- You know what- She's still recovering... And their son Quentin is starting to adjust with having a mother."

"I understand... I hope you all remain happy. You did your best during the war with Gellert.... Now i only ask you this, my boy." "I understand.... I will help.... Hopefully he'll make the world a much better place for creatures under me. I assume i will be helping him learn how to deal with creatures? As well as other skills?" Yes.... I really appreciate this... Newt..... Thank you." Newt just gently patted Albus.

"See you around." With that, Newt left....

Just as Aberforth entered. Albus looked at him with surprise, not expecting him to come so soon.

"This is a surprise.... Hello, brother. Want a lemon drop?" Aberforth just snorted.

"I don't need your Muggle sweets.... Albus.... Right now.... I am talking about a real thing..... So that boy will be your.... Heir?" Albus grimaced. Having Harry called as his "heir" made him felt like a king or something.

"No.... He's my successor. The one that will make the world a better place-" "I'm not here to talk about your grand plans. I already knew after you haven't just kicked Voldemort's ass all those years ago that you wanted to teach the world a lesson to not be predjuiced in the name of.... Ah yes.... For the Greater Good. Still haven't changed your stance that much after all these years, eh, Albus?"

"You know it's more complicated than that. Harry has been born to be great. He can't escape it, but i can at least help him remain in the light-" "Yeah... But don't forget, Albus.... You need to be firm.... You need to be decisive.... If he shows any signs of darkness, you HAVE to deal with it. Don't let it fester, like it did with...... Dear...." Aberforth sneered as Albus flinched.... "Gellert.... So be better. As much as i don't like you, i don't want to see a repeat of what happened with Ariana happen to that boy...."

"Is this an acknowledgment that Gellert once used to be better? Are you saying you finally admitted the sad truth?" Aberforth gave a bitter chuckle.

"You and i both know that i never really denied it. Just never acknowledged it. Anyway.... Albus.... His training will start soon, i take it? Hope you get ready.... Because i'm not going to treat that boy like he's a prince..... After all, being strict in this case is more helping. And we know that. But don't think for a second that the strictness i'll show is because i still resent you. I'm doing this for his sake, not to make it more difficult for you." Albus nodded wearily. What else could he say. His brother had got it all right.

"And finally.... We should deal with Rita Skeeter.... She's really been getting anxious to meet young Harry. Want me to-" "No... I'll take care of her myself." "As you wish, bro.... See you soon, then. Remember.... Don't repeat the past. Don't fail.... Again." With that, Aberforth turned around and left the office as Albus sighed heavily before his face gradually regained strength.

He would not let that happen. Harry would not be like Gellert. He swore to it.

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Albus Dumbledore watched the utter look of horror on the despicable Rita Skeeter as she was sentenced to life in Azkaban coldly. It didn't take long. He just needed to call upon his connections that despised Skeeter and then presented all her corrupt methods.

Ranging from her illegal concealment of her Animagus abilities to the use of potions in highly outrageous ways as well as bribings to remain the top of her work, needless to say, the Warlocks of the Wizengamot all agreed that she deserved a life-sentence. Albus had also used Veritaserum to interrogate her and displayed the recordings where she revealed her utter disregard of others and her tendency to be overnegative with her works. The whole Wizengamot roared in rage and even Fudge was looking at her with a disgusted look.

Even Rita's connections did not do her any favor. She may be a devious woman, but her influential power paled compared to his. With the overwhelming evidence, none of them helped her and left her to her fate. And as Rita was always at odds with the Ministry, no one lifted a hand to save her. Fudge in fact even admitted in public her fate was well-deserved and asked all her victims be vindicated and treated normally as well as be given compensations from the Daily Prophet.

With that, all of Rita's wealth were also given to Albus, who quickly distributed them to help those who suffered from her writings. He didn't need extra money, after all. That said, the woman had kept artifacts that were dangerous. They were the only things Albus even bothered to keep. In fact, he destroyed much of Skeeter's items and only left those with potential use. Honestly.... Skeeter was even worse than Gilderoy ever was.....

Albus also gave a speech about the reliability of journalism as a whole. "It is imperative.... While reading an article that portrayed someone, be it positively or negatively..... That we consider the rightness of what we are dealing with. We must never come into conclusions just because there seemed to be evidence against a person. In fact, there have even been cases where the esoteric are write. The Quibbler, while considered to be second-rate, actually contained truths and applied proper morality into it. Never ever just automatically believe. Seek the truth."

His success was quickly published in the Daily Prophets and many of Skeeter's victims sent owls expressing gratitude and giving rewards. But Albus returned the rewards with polite and sincere words of not wanting them. That said, they were persistent and rumors spread, causing his well-known charitable actions to be even more acclaimed. Many people were insisting he at least accept the rewards they gave him and even bought some infamous books and artifacts to get Albus's acceptance. In the end, he did accept some, but only a few.

But Albus had many more concerns than the aftermath. He still had Harry to train. And train the boy, he did. 

Albus had prepared the pocket dimension, where time ran much slower than in the real world. An hour there was but 15 minutes as it's time were 4 times that of the real world. 

He did not of course push Harry to the extreme, but he had made it serious nevertheless. Alastor was his primary teacher in Defense Against the Dark Arts and dueling tactics, Aberforth taught them pure dueling and pragmatism, Sirius focused on teaching him clever ways to duel and the skills he had varying, while Newt focused on helping Harry be subtle and simple but practical in his spellwork, while also teaching him ways to either subdue or tame a creature.

Albus himself dedicated an entire week to training Harry after they had finished teaching him. He would review the improvements Harry had made before then teaching him the skills of his level. Tests were done in the form of having Harry fight multiple opponents while handling rather unorthodox battlefields. 

And Harry performed admirably. He struggled, yes, but he was a quick learner. His defensive charms and strategies now could even repel a seventh year's without any trouble, his ability to cast most spells now reached the level of nonverbal successfully, and he was mixing runes and arithmancy with a decent level of skill. Apparently, Alastor had learned about Albus teaching Harry Arithmancy and Runology and helped him a bit. 

There still existed problems inside the school, however. The majority of Hogwarts were being angry at Harry for taking what they believed to be Cedric's moment of honor, especially the Hufflepuffs. Dumbledore had at first told Harry to tolerate it and remain strong. As much as it hurt him to increase Harry's struggles, Harry needed experience with the harsh reality. So at first he did nothing....

But when Draco Malfoy had created the Potter Stinks Badge, Albus could no longer allow it. The Hufflepuffs and Slytherins had worn them. Only the Gryffindors seemed to be supportive. Even the Ravenclaws seemed to have something against Harry. This was a true injust. Albus barely prevented himself from attacking Mister Malfoy when he saw it.

Only a day after the badges were created and Albus had confronted Severus and Sprout, demanding if they had anything to do with it. 

"No! I swear.... I never would have encouraged my Hufflepuffs to do that!" "For the love of god, Albus..... I didn't do it. Mister Potter already had enough to deal with it anyway."

"Yet you allow them to discriminate young Harry, Professors. I have proof to believe that this is in fact an attempt on Harry's life.... And yet you, Sprout, treated Harry distantly and did not come to his defense and try to stop it. I can at least understand Severus, but you?" Professor Sprout had looked embarrassed.

"At night, i will punish both the Hufflepuff and Slytherin Houses...... And you will accept it. If you don't, then i will simply use my authority as Headmaster to force you into compliance. Are.... We.... Clear?" Albus said coldly. He was being surprisingly merciful towards Severus. After seeing Lily's memory, he had actually made an effort to change. Even Harry had admitted Severus was being nicer. But Sprout was being uncharacteristic.

"I'm ashamed..... Can i be given a chance to apologize to Harry myself, Headmaster? Do you need my help with his training?" Albus softened his stance. At least the Head of the Hufflepuff House did regret her actions.

"You will..... But not in public." 

And so it had happened.

During dinner, Albus had immediately summoned all the Potter Stink Badges to him and levitated it into the air. 

"I have tolerated your discrimination for young Mister Potter long enough, it seemed, Hufflepuff's, Slytherins..... First of all, Harry Potter did not put his name in it. Someone else did, and apparently in an attempt at his life!" Albus had loudly proclaimed. All of the school except Gryffindors and Slytherins were looking shocked and guilty. Harry was looking at him gratefully but Albus addressed the crowd first. 

"Every single one on this list has attacked Harry Potter in an unjust way. As such, for justice, all of them will have 10 points taken from their houses and be put into detention. Consider it fair, as you had attacked Gryffindor so unceremoniously for a single person's unwilling participation. The detentions will be carried out without magic and will last for half the year. Any repeat will abruptly make the detention last a year and 50 points will be taken." 

"Do not believe for a single moment that i am being a Gryffindor supporter. You all attacked Gryffindor and Mister Potter.... Now as Headmaster, i shall make sure justice is done. I will hear no objections. You will do your detentions at nightfall. I do hope this reminds you of what you had done, just as Mister Potter had endured it all and kept trying to be a decent champion."

With his speech finished, Albus spent the rest of the subdued feast emanating ancient levels of power, particularly at the Hufflepuff and Slytherin houses. The Slytherins looked utterly angry while the Hufflepuffs were clearly ashamed but also angry.

Finally, after the feast was over, Albus revealed a badge named Support Harry Potter. "As you have made a badge about supporting Cedric Diggory, i think it is only fair that supporters of Mister Potter be given their own badge. This will be given to Fred and George Weasleys and i trust they will duplicate and then distribute it freely to all supporters of Harry Potter. Any attempts to discriminate Mister Potter will be punished severely.... Do i make myself.... Clear?" 

At that, every student nodded as the fake sky turned red-blue. Hufflepuffs and Sytherins were sweating as Dumbledore directed the majority of the pressure at them.

With that, Harry's initially somber attitude regained it's life and he became cheerful again. He also professed respect for Cedric and even admitted to being uncomfortable seeing the Hufflepuffs punishment. That had made any remaining Hufflepuff resenters lose their anger and ultimately be moved by Harry's sincerity. Cedric was also being adamantly highly approving that his house were stopped from discriminating Harry. He had seriously lectured them for believing Harry did that himself and was glad to see they were now being fair again.

Meanwhile, Fred and George had happily taken the badge from him and duplicated it to the best of their ability. In a showcase of true brotherhood, they sold it completely free for any and all supporters. When the Slytherins had tried to sabotage it, they had eagerly and furiously ripped their efforts apart, not needing Albus's help. They were also selling their products while giving discounts to any who supported Harry, and even gave Harry the price of Sickles for their Galleon-level objects while their Knuts products are effectively free and their Sickles cost only a limited Knuts.

WIth that done, Albus turned his attention to the First Task. It involved dragons and an egg with the clue to the Second Task. Harry needed to learn proper dragon-countering spells and measures. Albus had also devised a solid strategy. Harry could fly with his Firebolt to outrun the dragon. But first he needed to experience what it felt like facing a dragon.

So Albus had turned his attention to teaching Harry how to fend off dragons of all kinds. While Harry was not powerful enough to face a dragon yet normally, Albus had fought dragons before in his international competitions before, and he knew how to defeat them with skill supplementing strength techniques. If Harry was tapping into the power of love, then perhaps he could, but using that power liberally was unwise. Proper application of runes, charms, transfigurations, and flying should do the trick. 

Newt naturally told Harry to try not to kill it and just keep it at bay, while Sirius suggested hampering it's eyesight, his brother suggested being pragmatic and aiming for weak-points, and Alastor told him to be simple but effective. But Albus specified his lessons.

He first demonstrated multiple skillful techniques in handling a dragon single-handedly that he used as a student himself. At his current level, he could well kill a dragon, having slayed dozens of them during the wars. Gellert was particularly fond of using them. Although.... Albus regularly tried to turn them away harmlessly and succeeded at certain times. 

As Harry looked at him with awe, Albus smiled. "Harry.... In this world, raw strength is not always the answer. Incredible magic requires not just strength but also knowledge and skill. I think the best example would be Miss Granger. Do you think she is particularly powerful? I admit she gives the appearance of having excellent raw strength, and she does. Being able to conjure a Patronus easily marks her as being very powerful, but she was not born with excessive raw power like you and i were. She is more powerful than average, but your raw power far exceeds hers, yet she still manages to give you a run for your money in exams and as you admitted, she repeatedly manages to give you a decent competition even in practical aspects. Hermione is able to achieve such results even though she shouldn't be a match for you directly because she relies on knowledge and cunning, refining the power and skill she had and able to make excellent use of it, which is what you are lacking compared to her. You are just as smart as her, but you are more adept at working on the go while she excels at both aspects. Raw talent and excellent skill is a crucial thing to have, but subtle things such as mastery over proper instincts and refined precision is also a great thing to have. Hermione has been able to master those attributes before you and thus that makes the gap between the two of you much smaller than it should be."

"So i have great power but while i am much stronger than Hermione in output, she can outperform me because she has greater control and better skill at being subtle?" "Indeed.... At first.... But ever since you started engaging in the stimulations, have you noticed that you are starting to be more like her?" Harry looked confused. 

"Harry..... I've seen how you're starting to be seamless at incorporating precision and cunning into your spell-casting as you are pitted against multiple enemies. I assume you developed it by being put under pressure and applying what my brother and Newt primarily taught you?" "Er.... Yes.... They regularly spoke about how i needed to be more pragmatic and reserved, that i was throwing too much power at the beginning, and that i should start with basics before going that far. Since then, i've been trying to use simple spells and i think i'm getting the hang of it." 

"Exactly! You see, it's not that you did not have talent for precision and applying your cunning while dueling. It's just that you never realized the flaws of your approach until now, with proper guidance. The ability to use even the basics to great effect is an exceptionally practical skill. As a demonstration...." Albus abruptly warped the reality of the pocket dimension, so it would shift from displaying a dragon to being a battlefield with many enemies.

When they fired, Albus effortlessly summoned, conjured, and levitated objects to block their attacks and defeat them, never using any offensive spell and simply dodging the few that did come near him. He had long since mastered the basic spells to where he could do multiple of them wandlessly and combine them into a quite devastating barrage. Whenever applying this technique, he also had extreme reflexes and mastery of dodging and simultaneous counters to maximize the efficiency.

By the end of it, with multiple enemies knocked out by stones attacking them, birds clawing at them, and restrained by magical ropes, Albus turned to the utterly humbled Harry and smiled. "Such is what a full mastery of the basics can do. Whenever you're up against a stronger enemy, you should try to use subtle elements instead. But remember that should you face Voldemort, it would not be enough. He is among the greatest duelists ever and has defeated some of the best. I and Gellert Grindelwald are the only two people who can beat him in a duel during modern times. Perhaps the Founders and Merlin also had a chance, but records of their magical prowess are scarce to say the least. You'll need to master as much techniques as possible to stand a chance against him. But you're not expected to fight him now. There's still time."

"Now.... Back to the issue with Dragons...."

Eventually, Harry was able to successfully handle dragons. He had struggled, naturally, and was nearly burned, but eventually he managed to pull it off adequately. "Excellent Harry! Those were quite remarkable techniques.... Transforming your surroundings into a cage and using runes to keep it contained for 5 minutes to reach the goal.... Excellent! Your reflexes and flying are certainly enough to effectively avoid it...... Now.... The last thing you will need to perfect is the Summoning Charm. You have to summon the Firebolt from quite a far distance, after all."

It didn't take long before Harry was in fact able to summon his broom from the Forbidden Forest. Newt clearly had taught Harry well with the Summoning Charm, being a particular expert of that, so Albus just needed to perfect it and within a few days, Harry was prepared for the first task well.

For the interview and the Weighing of Wands, Dumbledore naturally hired Olivander and as for the journalist, he hired Xenophilius Lovegood for once. Both happily accepted the offer and it proceeded quite smoothly. Xenophilius was a skilled journalist, unbiased, and while his beliefs are quite far-fetched, being the world's most knowledgeable wizard meant he knew that there were parts of his tales that were true. The Quibbler may not be as refined as the Daily Prophet, but it was still a worthy magazine in Albus's eyes.

And Garrick was among the best masters of wandmaker in the world. Well.... Not exactly the greatest master of Wandlore... Albus and Gellert knew it better due to their years of research, Gellert having created quite powerful weapons for Muggles which included giving them wands that can be used to cast powerful spells as well as superior and unique wands. Albus had that same capability, but desisted against using it. In fact, the wandlore horrors that Gellert used were so great that the International Confederation would most likely ban the knowledge even if Albus had any intentions of releasing it into the public.

And yet again Albus realized just how contemplative and reflectional he became since Harry entered his life. He had became more prone to remembering the flaws of his character, more accepting of the strengths that he once considered as a burden and rarely used, more willing to act directly, and finally.... More human. Naturally, Albus made sure to cherish and care for the lives of those under his charge and never take them for the granted or seek to be overly extreme in his ways. He had long sinc learned what would happen if he strayed into that area.... After all, with Gellert as the ultimate epitome of what can be considered as a well-meaning man being corrupted, hardened, and twisted by their dreams into something unrecognizable.

Perhaps..... With Harry..... Albus may be able to achieve true peace and find happiness...... Maybe..... By succeeding with him, Albus may just find himself worthy of a happy ending. Death, after all, came for any and all beings. Even Dementors and Phoenixes can die, though in a very difficult way. He had long since accepted his mortality. Actually, did he ever fear death? No..... He did try to conquer it, along with Gellert, but they were never obsessed with immortality as Voldemort was. And he was certain that Gellert felt the same, with how after Albus had came out on top in their final battle, he had asked Albus to kill him. But Albus refused. He couldn't bring himself to do it, and as such imprisoned Gellert. There had been rumors of Gellert showing remorse for his actions.... Albus truly hoped it was true.... 

Gellert's fate had long been sealed and by Albus himself. Even now, it was more bitter than even the bitterest of drinks to him that he had to condemn the man he still loved to such a fate. But if Gellert regretted it, at least when death finally claimed him, he could find peace in the afterlife. Albus would join him sooner or later..... That said, he still had more than 100 years left, and he intended to fulfill all the vision he had for the future of the wizarding world...... And for Harry.

When the first task finally came, Harry did not fail to impress. He quickly summoned the broom and then with what can be described as masterful skill and superb form, skillfully evaded all the attacks of the dragon while manipulating the environment and using runic traps to keep the dragon far away. After only 2 minutes, Harry was able to acquire his egg, much faster than anyone else except Krum, who blinded his dragon with a curse and subsequently got his points docked. 

Meanwhile, Albus watched pleased as Ronald finally reconciled with Harry. He was naturally aware that he was jealous of the attention Harry had received and when Albus had asked Harry about his friendship with Ron, Harry had just stated they were getting there. It seemed that this task proved for real the dangers that Harry was faced with and snapped the Weasley out of his grudge, especially considering that Fred and George were more than happy to give him brotherly lectures and even pranks over his treatment of Harry.

Naturally, Albus awarded his boy full marks, as did Crouch. Madam Maxime awarded him nine, while Karkroff, seemingly begrudgingly impressed, gave him 7 points. With that done, Harry was firmly the best of the champions in the rankings, and Albus couldn't be more proud of him.

"Magnificent, my boy..... Truly excellent skill! 100 Points for Gryffindor for your excellent performance. Cedric will also get Hufflepuff 60 Points for his also quite competent approach. Rest for now.... Harry..... We'll continue your training within a week..... And.... You should take a bath..... With that egg. It works wonders. Ask Cedric for the password to the Prefects Bathroom.... I hear the two of you are friends quite well." Harry just smiled and nodded happily.

The second task.... Ah.... This and the third would be much easier and more broad in Harry's training. But first he needed to arrange it with his fellow mentors.

"MAGNIFICENT! That was a hell of a show! He really was an excellent flier....." "Nice to see that Harry has learned to avoid confronting creatures and focusing on eluding them as well! I taught him like you asked, but i just didn't like harming creatures." "That was brilliant, got to admit.... I see you always had an eye for talented children, eh, Albus?" "Excellent..... Superb skill, composure, instincts, and form... Yes.... True markings of an excellent auror." 

Albus just smiled as he watched the four express their amazement and pride that their student was doing well. 

"He's resting for now?" "I suppose he has earned it...." "Yes, he has, Alastor. Taking on a dragon like that was a real deal. Even though Albus and i helped him, it wasn't exactly an easy thing. Unless you get around taming it." "Yeah....." 

"Indeed.... And the second task.... This will be much broader and less specialized, so you will be able to carry on with your usual training methods. Perhaps start taking it up a notch."

"Alright.... Can i see him?" Albus sighed. "Very well.... I'll let him visit you tomorrow, Sirius."

"Truly an excellent flier... Just like his dad..... Great!" "Yes.... But he takes after more from his mother..... And you know that." Sirius turned solemn. "Yes...."

"Now.... Alastor..... What's the process of interrogating the captured Death Eaters?" "It's no use.... They know nothing.... All that they knew were future plans to keep attacking muggles without Voldemort."

"That means Voldemort at best only has Pettigrew.... But we musn't be idle. Voldemort, i'm afraid, is growing stronger..... What about you, Sirius?" Sirius just frowned.

"All that i've been hearing was that the underworld are getting anxious. They seem to be torn between supporting them more and remaining hidden. And Fenrir Greyback didn't say anything but his usual shit. No mention of Voldemort having returned."

"Alright.... Dismissed for now.... Remain cautious, however." "Can i have a few words, dear brother?" Albus just nodded.

As he dismissed the rest, Albus turned to Aberforth's projection. "Well?" Aberforth simply gazed at him for a few moments.....

Until- "I see you're really trying.... Good..... Make sure that boy grows up nice and well..... After all.... We already had our experiences with special people like him. Don't fail him. I surely won't like i did with..... Them."

With that, Aberforth abruptly left the meeting before Albus could reply.

Sighing heavily, Albus placed his hand on his face.

Such was the burden that came with power. Even if more on the literal sense, power always needed great caution in handling.

But Albus was better.... He could not- He must not fail Harry.

Not just for the wizarding world.....

But also himself....

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Dumbledore was pleasantly surprised when Harry came to him and revealed he knew that the Second Task would be about underwater and that mermaids were in the lake. That said, the situation quickly became grim when Albus revealed that the task would hold hostages of Harry's friends against him and that the other champions would likewise suffer this. 

Harry had reacted with shock and horror, before eventually hardening himself and demanding intensive training, clearly not wishing to lose any of his friends. Albus grimaced at the clear desperation and even outrage he could sense from Harry, but then decided he had made the right choice. If there was anything he learned after he divulged the prophecy much sooner than expected, it was that trying to sugarcoat the truth was detrimental, which he had learned a long time ago but seemed to have forgotten due to his growing attachment to Harry.

At that moment, Albus was solemnly reminded that Harry was just like him after what happened to his sister in a way. Just like how the grief and hollowness he felt because he loved Ariana lead to him traveling the world seeking greater knowledge and mastery over magic and tempering it so he used such abilities to help and support others rather than rule them, Harry was being motivated by his feelings to grow, the ultimate and greatest motivation.

The only difference? While Albus was lost in his grief, Harry was able to channel it and use it better than Albus ever did. He sought power never to rule but simply support and be there for his loved ones and help the world. At that moment, any doubt Albus Dumbledore had for Harry's capacity for goodness was lost.

And who was he to remove that right? So he abided to Harry's wishes and upped the intensity of his training. 

They first learned underwater breathing charms, as the second task will be held in the Lake. Dumbledore also advised Harry on the right ways to fight underwater creatures, as did Newt and the others, but especially Newt.

It was clearer than ever to Albus that all four of his fellows were fond of Harry. Newt in particular saw Harry as the answer to the problems that remained after the war with Gellert. He had also admitted to being impressed that Harry despite all his experiences was never corrupted and that his will and capacity for good was true and pure. Sirius meanwhile was naturally seeing Harry as the next James and Lily and determined to make sure he was there for him. Alas, as Sirius had admitted, he wasn't fit to be a godfather. And Albus could understand that. 

He had experienced his father's love only a few years before he was sentenced to Azkaban. And while his mother was kind and favored him, Albus had to admit with shame he wasn't exactly that fond of his mother. He loved all his family, but in his youth, he was selfish and a fool. His choices lead to the death of Ariana and his brother resenting him for years.

And while Albus was considered to be a great teacher and some even described him as a favorite grandfather, he had never really considered himself a parent. He certainly had his failures. Riddle and the Death Eaters were living proof of that. Even with Newt, the first person he considered a son, their relationship was close, but he was never able to act as a real father, even though Newt in a way sought and acknowledged him as the only real father figure he had.

But surprisingly, with Harry, Albus was able to act as a father properly. It was evident. Perhaps.... The Flamels had given him an example after all. And he hoped Harry would truly accept him as a father in the end. 

As for Alastor, he could clearly sense he wanted to unlock the potential inside Harry, to turn him into an Auror capable of fighting the darkness. After all, Alastor had trained many Auros and he did care for his students in his own, gruff way. He had also expressed a similar interest in Neville, but Albus had refused to let him.

Finally.... His brother.... Aberforth.... It was clear to Albus that Aberforth saw in Harry Ariana and Aurelius's tragedies. That he had seen the potential Harry had in power, how it had moved his heart to soften around the boy. He was still rather gruff and stern, but Harry stated Aberforth was mostly nice to him.

And it was evident that Aberforth was, apparently, finally seeing Albus's genuine attempts to change.... That would explain his greater amicability around him. And Albus felt his heart warm with gratitude towards the boy. Then he remembered the words of Perenelle Flamel, cryptic as they were.

"You will find happiness, Albus..... My lonely, sad boy.... That which you seek in Harry Potter, you will find, but you will also find many unexpected pleasant surprises that he could give you. I sincerely hope what i saw in your future come to past."

Perhaps.... This was indeed his happy ending, that he would care for Harry, see him triumph, and then able to comfortably live the rest of his lives as a scholar. But Albus had learned not to be greedy. He would be patient. The boy needed to make the choice of accepting him himself.

It would seem Harry's relationships with his friends were progressing nicely as well. Ronald had finally fully reconciled with Harry and he now had supporters from every House but Hufflepuff and Slytherin. Even then, those two no longer tried to confront him. Dumbledore's punishment made it clear they would be messing with someone they don't want.

That said, there was a slight hiccup when Harry came to him suddenly. "Ah! Harry! What can i do for you this evening?" "Er.... Professor Dumbledore? It's just.... Hermione seemed to be still insistent on fighting for the House Elves even after what you said to her..... So she's started the.... Society for the Promotion of Elfish Welfare. I tried to get her to stop, make her listen to you, but she insisted on keeping it. I wouldn't like to think how the House Elves would react..... So can you please help me? I even tried to tell her the things Mister Scamander told me about Elves. He was quite amused with it, but still thought she shouldn't do it. Maybe she'll listen if it's from you?"

Dumbledore just smiled gently and nodded. "Speaking of which.... Harry.... Would you like to call Ronald and Hermione here? I've got.... Certain things that may help. Meet me in the kitchens.... I think Hermione already knows where it is. See you there." 

With that, Albus patiently waited in the entrance to the Kitchens of Hogwarts. He had to admit he had expected no less from Miss Granger. Her determination, passion was quite high. That said, she needed to restrict her activities for the right purpose.

'Headmaster!" Albus looked amused as she rushed towards him, Harry and Ronald clearly awed. "I'm sorry but i'm not going to change my mind. S.P.E.W will remain! I'll fight for the House Elves! They need pay, vacations, and sick leave-" "And that is exactly what i have been giving them, Hermione..... Dobby is here, as you know, and he's been receiving 5 Galleons and some time to himself if he needs to. His influence is also making the other Elves starting to care for themselves a bit... But i think you should see it for yourself."

With that Dumbledore opened the entrance and was instantly greeted by the House Elves. "It's Headmaster Dumbledore! The greatest Headmaster the school has ever seen.... Everyone stop what you're doing!" The Head Elf, Tippy, yelled. All of them immediately serviced him with sweets and fruits. Dumbledore just laughed as he cheerily ate some of them, giving the rest to Harry and Ronald. Harry seemed to be a bit amused but Ronald was ecstatic. Hermione frowned.

Dumbledore then politely called Dobby and he came excitedly to meet Harry. As they talked amiably, Hermione spotted Winky and reached out to her, but she was sad still. Dumbledore shook his head with a frown. 

Winky did after all genuinely care for and was devoted to Crouch and even now, she still couldn't believe she was at Hogwarts. Dumbledore had tried to get her to adapt but she refused. She was dismissive of him and he didn't blame her. 

When she learned that her former master came, she seemed to feel a bit better but then got angry with Bagman and things got worse when Winky was asked if Dumbledore payed her. Even the other Elves looked embarrassed. Her anger and frustration had made her throw a fit. 

Dumbledore had abruptly sedated her when she actually started using magic as the others lifted her to a bed and decided it was enough for a single day. 

"Well...... At least they are happy with serving.... But why aren't they accepting the vices you can give them fully?" "Such is the nature of Elves.... You can make life much easier for them, but their instinct means they try to work hard. Dobby has helped, but they still refuse payment. They have learned to think better for themselves though."

Hermione had seemed discouraged so Dumbledore gently patted her. 

"Now.... I think actually you would have the potential to be a great law maker. You should start learning magical laws..... Perhaps in the future? Miss Granger? That way, you can improve lives, including Elves." Hermione had immediately beamed at him and thanked him. 

Afterwards, he asked Harry if he believed the world should change.... And his answer was truly touching.

"I do. Right now i can't, but i'll do my best in the future. People like the Malfoys need to learn their place, creatures like Elves needed to be treated better, and most importantly, there needs to be something better. I can only hope.... I'll make you proud, Headmaster." At that moment, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore felt yet again just how selfless and great of a man Harry was. And in a way, Harry had admitted Dumbledore was his father.

"What a truly inspirational answer and noble dream, Harry! The determination in your eyes.... Impressive. You truly are among the most noble and compassionate souls i ever knew..... And you can be assured i will support you." The earnest smile of gratitude was quite touching.... As well as a source of happiness for him.

Finally.... The time came for the Yule Ball. Ah... Younghood.....

Albus had to admit he was content to watch as the students all tried to find partners.....

That said, he had to admit he wasn't exactly expecting Harry of all people to seek him out, asking which girl he should take. 

"Well Harry.... You're still young, after all, so why don't you chose as you like? That said, you can also choose to start seeking real romance..... Like, Miss Weasley? I think Cho Chang is already taken by Cedric. As much as she may be more appealing.... I think Miss Weasley would be a better choice, given that she's been spending the entire summer being somewhat nervous around you and probably crushes after you." With a teasing pat, he left a blushing Harry as he entered his office and let out a laugh.....

Then it suddenly hit him with the genuineness of it. He had after all been somewhat distant before and was still getting used with the fact that Harry was a step away from being his son, but then he realized all the smiles he showed Harry were fully genuine. It was never faked, apart from few serious circumstances. 

The brilliant plan he had crafted..... Seemed to have been altered in many quite pleasant ways.

It became even more amusing for him when it was confirmed Harry had in fact taken Ginevra as his dance partner, especially when Miss Weasley had even sent him a letter with her share of Molly's handmade sweets expressing her thanks.

Seeing as Mister Longbottom was still without a partner and his last choice, Ginny, was taken, Albus had suggested he dance with Hannah Abbott. They were both after all similar in some ways, as they lacked confidence. Perhaps they would match well.

The Weasley twins had little trouble getting their girls. Angelina Johnson for Fred..... She was quite an excellent Chaser. Chances are, she'll be the next Quidditch Captain. That said, Ronald seemed to have some troubles, especially with his dress robes.... Albus had taken care of that, though, by transfiguring it into a much more appealing robe. But the real trouble seemed to be his feelings for Hermione.

He grimaced when Ronald insensitively stated he would just go with anyone. Last time a student said that, he ended up with no dance partners at all. This would definitely turn Hermione away. And yet he didn't realize it, apparently because he was, for a lack of better term, dense. 

While Albus had little experience with woman, given that the first and only love he had was a man, he had seen many romances as a teacher, so he knew the fundamentals. 

Albus had to admit it was impressive that Cedric resisted Fleur Delacour's Veela charms. The man truly was a strong character. It was also quite touching that she would go to Roger Davis instead, seeing international friendships never failed to bring him joy.

That said, when Hermione had chosen Victor Krum as her date, it was natural that Ronald WASN'T going to like what he saw in the Yule Ball, and Albus shook his head as he prepared himself for the quite spectacular fallout that was going to happen between Ronald and Hermione.

It was clear to Albus that she chose Krum because he was famous and would does make Ronald jealous. Vindictive and scorned woman tended to do that.

His predictions ended up coming true in quite a few ways, along with a few surprises.

Before the Yule Ball, Albus had given Harry a brief respite to show him dance moves and he had to admit he quite enjoyed Harry's clear awkwardness as he practiced the dance with Ginny. Ginny, meanwhile, looked as if she had just been given a pack of free chocolates. He also gave him a few wise words. "Remember to enjoy Miss Weasley, would you? After all, disregarding her age, she is quite beautiful. Happy Yule Ball...." 

He could swear that he saw Harry's face turned a deeper shade of red than ever and laughed heartily. 

When the time came, Albus was pleased to see that Harry was able to pull the dance quite well. He also had to admit it was quite amusing to see that Neville and Hannah had in fact rather quickly started to be infatuated with each other..... But he had to admit seeing Neville made him feel a bit guilty. 

Neville was after all among the many children who have lost their families because Albus wasn't able to save them.... But the fate of his parents were simply tragic.... He had been trying to find ways able to cure Frank and Alice, but he had to admit the method he discovered was.... Risky.

He couldn't tell Augusta, ever the loyalist, because he knew it wasn't a full hope. If it failed..... Then it would be bringing up things best left moved on from. Even with Harry now occupying his attention, he still did try to perfect the single healing method he could use, but it was still exceptionally full of risks.

All he could do now was offer Neville some help, and fortunately, Harry was quite happy to be there for him. He had actually encouraged Harry to support Neville. It was the least he could do.

Back to the Yule Ball though....

Albus didn't have a dance partner, simply enjoying the festivities and music. That said, he didn't miss out on Ronald and Hermione's argument, especially when Harry left them to go to him afterwards.

"I expect you understand the issue your friends are facing, Harry?" "Well.... It's clear that they fancy each other, but just won't admit it. It's been clear since the second year." Harry replied dejectedly as Albus just smiled emphatically.

"How did it go with Ginny? Was she nice?" Harry blushed at that. "Well.... She's been a lot more direct here..... I.... Don't know? This doesn't seem to be the time for romance." Albus just laughed.

"Well.... I suppose you do have a point... Perhaps in the future..... But for now..... I think we should enjoy the festivities and music.... Magic beyond all we made....." Harry just gave a nervous laugh.

That said, it seemed that Ronald and Hermione was not content on just avoiding each other and quickly began arguing just as the Ball reached it's conclusion. Harry sighed. "Well.... Seems i have to step in again. Night, Headmaster.... See you in the next training session." "Harry.... You should be there for them, but don't try to stop them from resolving their matters themselves.... Let them confront each other's flaws. It's for the best...." Harry just nodded and gave him a bow before leaving.

Albus sighed as Harry hurried up to catch up with Ronald and Hermione, clearly arguing, as Albus's sharp ears could hear.

Finally, the Second Task arrived, with Harry having been completely prepared.

After the Yule Ball's frenzy had ended, Harry had quickly reassumed intensive training in learning to fight underwater, with Albus displaying the proper style he should use using a stimulated underwater battlefield. Harry was quick to learn the spells to fight off Grindylows and Merpeople and also quickly learned how to swim well. 

In order to further help him, Dumbledore also taught him spells to increase movement speed in underwater, and the final stimulations included Harry having to contend with an entire army of sea creatures to save duplicates of his friends, ensuring Harry would be able to properly save his friends while pitched. Harry struggled but was eventually able to succeed.

And so the Second Task began. He had to admit he was a bit shocked that Fleur would be the first champion to be disqualified from the task. She was quite frantic, seeking to find her sister.....

Until Gabrielle emerged from underwater along with Ronald. But Harry sped off quickly afterwards and returned after only a minute with Hermione and Cho Chang also rescued, Krum and Cedric looking relieved to see that they were safe. Harry seemed hardly even winded, and Albus couldn't help but be proud of him. 

That pride multiplied when it was revealed that Harry had got there far faster than the other champions and abruptly freed all the hostages. He even fought the Merpeople when they tried to stop him and managed to remove their restraints and then cast Bubble-Head Charms upon them. He rescued Gabrielle and Ronald first because Gabrielle was young and Harry asked Ron to keep an eye on her. 

Then he used a shortcut to reach the other hostages in time and rescued them all before fighting his way out in a display that utterly awed Cedric and Krum and they decided to work together. 

For morale fiber and excellent skill, all the judges including him made him yet again the first place. Cedric was proudly second when Krum revealed he was saved by him. 

"Marvelous..... Truly Marvelous Performance, Harry!!! 120 Points to Gryffindor for both masterful performance and staunch moral fiber and 90 Points for Hufflepuff for excellent performance! Now rest up..... The next task will be.... Quite straightforward....." Albus praised sincerely as he smiled warmly at his boy.

"Thank you Professor.... It was all because of your training-" "No... It's because you are a truly talented and noble person. Have faith in yourself, Harry..... As a teacher, i taught you how to handle the task, but the style with which you performed it was all you. And the most impressive thing? For all the immense power you had, all your high mind brilliance, and all your skill, you remain humble! You said to me that you wanted to make the world better.... Well.... Harry.... With my experience, i would say you truly qualify as a revolutionary leader. Remain true to yourself and you will be great."

Harry had smiled at him so genuinely.... Yet Albus no longer felt the usual guilt, but simply happiness and joy that he had displayed his proper pride and guidance.....

Not just as a mentor....

But as a father.

It was at that moment Albus Dumbledore came to the realization that gave him hope and joy greater than ever.....

Perhaps he did try to get close to Harry.... Had tried to in a way manipulate him....

But if Harry's looks of curiosity and respect in his first year was any indication, it was that from the beginning Harry had looked up to him. 

And Harry actually knew..... He knew that Albus was planning something great for his future, and like the son he wanted to be for him, he became that. 

He didn't doubt that Harry at least sensed some of the personal expectations he had, the intentions he had for the teenager he now considered as his own child.

But rather than distancing himself, Harry kept going. He kept getting closer and closer... Until finally here he was, willingly submitting himself to all that Albus had planned for him because he truly believed in him.

And unlike his soldiers, Harry could and did question him. He regularly sought him for advice because he understood and believed that Albus needed a successor and wanted to be that person.

While Albus wasn't arrogant to where he believed it was all about him, he could tell Harry trusted and respected him more than anyone else and he believed that Albus was a great, well-intentioned man who would happily help him....

And at that moment, Albus firmly resolved that he would do his best to not manipulate him, but instead raise him into the person he believed Harry could be....

He already had what he wanted from Harry, after all....

He just needed to refine it.

If there was any doubt in Albus's mind that trouble was approaching fast, it vanished when he heard Barty was apparently ill and could not attend. Albus Dumbledore may not be close to Bartemius Crouch, but he knew for sure that something was wrong the moment he heard that. He knew the man, he knew he would never be absent unless he absolutely couldn't.

And it was apparent that Harry was catching up on it, given Sirius's report in their recent meeting. Not to mention Aberforth giving rather grim details about how a man resembling Barty Crouch Jr had been seen wandering around and regularly bought drinks.

It was apparent that Crouch had something to do with Voldemort's rising power, but how to find him?

It seemed, however, that fate wasn't kind to Crouch and instead left him apparently rather delusional when he finally arrived at Hogwarts.

Albus had just been preparing the pocket dimension for Harry's training when he suddenly sensed Crouch's presence, as if he was actively trying to warn him.

Immediately, Albus had warped there....

And discovered Crouch lying on the ground while mumbling things like a quite delusional person. Albus discovered the source instantly. He had resisted an Imperius Curse. It was common that the effort needed was quite mentally taxing.

That said, he mumbled things about Voldemort's growing power and his son, but the most important thing was-

"It's my fault.... All my fault.... Bertha.... The Dark Lord's rising power.... My son being twisted.... Please..... Albus.... If you could hear me..... It's too late for me.... But please.... Stop it.... I never-" 

A sudden rush of maleficent power alerted Albus to a sinister attacking nearby. He tried to get there, but Crouch grabbed him.

"I never meant it to be like this... You were right.... Promise me.... That you'll stop Voldemort. Stop my son.... I beg.... I admit.... I should have been better...." Albus finally felt actual empathy towards Crouch at that moment. 

"I don't know what you're talking about.... But if you feel remorse for whatever role you played, then try to make things right yourself. If you wish to have your negative acts undone, then i shall help you, but i cannot save your soul if you did not try to redeem yourself. Anyone deserves a second chance.... And i am willing to offer it to anyone, even you." Crouch gave a surprisingly sad smile.

"If only..... I had that chance." Suddenly, Albus felt the magic in Crouch just.... Vanish. At that moment, Albus realized the man had in fact died. 

Shocked, Albus immediately checked the truth for himself and felt that he truly had died.

At that moment, he had to admit... He felt sadness. No matter how dark and ruthless Crouch was, he used to be a student of Hogwarts and had walked the hallowed halls of learning..... The fact that he died just before he could achieve redemption after showing regret was..... Cruel to say the least.

But then that maleficent power struck again, and Albus immediately warped to the location he felt that power.....

And found Harry with his wand raised and Krum knocked out. Harry seemed fine, if only a bit wary, while Krum was clearly stunned.

"Professor! I didn't know who it was..... It was dark and they attacked from the shadows. I managed to block their attacks, but Krum didn't. I even cut the man, but he then vanished using a runic talisman." Albus just nodded.

"Harry.... Get Krum and return to the school. I'll handle this." With that, Albus called upon his senses and discovered a transfiguration spell had been performed near Hagrid's hut. 

When he arrived there, he quickly located it and found.... A transfigured bone. Then it hit him.

No.... How could- Albus immediately undid the spell and as expected the corpse of Bartemius Crouch lay before him. 

Albus felt rage and disgust overwhelm him at the sight, realizing it was naturally his own son that had murdered him and then transfigured him. Any hope he had for the last Crouch vanished, but he glanced at the dead Crouch and felt pity. 

Albus conjured a coffin and gently laid him there. "Although you were flawed and incorrect.... I hope you will find peace in the afterlife. You've given your life trying to atone, and i promise i shall do my best in ensuring justice for you and your family."

With that, Albus returned to the school. There was a bit of a hiccup when Karkroff demanded answers but Dumbledore curtly told him off. 

When he returned to his office, however, he found Harry collapsed on the floor after having clearly used the Pensieve. At that, humor and life returned to his face.

"Ah Harry..... I see you have discovered the Pensieve. Curiousity is not a bad thing.... But i suggest you be calculating...... This also applies to all the skills you will learn. Take it slow. Pace yourself. Your growth is exemplary, but everyone has their limits. Even a wizard as great as i am are quite firmly bound by some of the world's most sacred laws. In a way, you can say.... Delve too deeply into forces beyond your level, and you may find yourself twisted and changed in an attempt to obtain that which you seek. Be patient and mindful of your limits and progress. Never ever try to push yourself beyond your limits. It was such efforts that lead to the birth of the man you know as Voldemort." 

Harry just nodded uneasily and explained to him the dream he had seen. Apparently, after taking Krum to the Hospital Wing, he had collapsed briefly and sought him out only to find the Pensieve unlocked. The dream included Voldemort and Peter..... Albus had to admit he was grimly convinced more than ever that Voldemort intended to take his shot at Harry at the Third Task. He could already imagine the scenarios in which Voldemort could take Harry away from Hogwarts. 

"Harry... It seems we must progress your training. If my fears are correct, it's quite likely at the Third Task you will be attacked by Voldemort. While i do not believe that you will be able to defeat him at that moment, i could train you to where you could fight well enough to escape. And i must ask you to trust me, for i will be on my greatest caution during that time, ready to uncover the plans Voldemort had made." Harry looked at him for a while, before nodding.

"I do.... I trust you more than i trust anyone else.... But if..... Things goes south.... I have to say.... Thank you.... For all that you did for me..... You're-" "Don't say that, Harry. I promise you.... You will live. You have a long future ahead of you, my boy." Harry had smiled at him so gratefully before saying. "Then.... I am not worried.... Because i have you."

Dumbledore couldn't help the sad smile as he nodded back. 

Harry then asked him about Crouch and how he sentenced his own son, and Albus, feeling pity towards Crouch, had told Harry his suspicions that he had been murdered by that child. Harry's clear repulsion was evident, and Dumbledore just gave him a weary smile. 

"Harry.... No matter what a person had done, i believe firmly that second chances should be given and fought for if the people truly wish for it. Never ever believe yourself to be righteous and able to pass judgment to the guilty and believe you have the right to deprive them of that right. Crouch was blinded, yes, but in the end, he died trying to atone, and for that, he deserved a decent burial." Harry had nodded at that.

"Er.... Professor.... It's about Neville..... Was it really true? That his parents were-" "Yes.... They were truly great people. Even now, i still feel regret that i couldn't save them. As much as this may seem overwhelming, i firmly believe your parents fate are much better than theirs. There are fates far worse than death, and this is among them." 

"Is there really no chance for it to be cured?" "There is a cure i've been working on, but it's..... Exceptionally risky. I need more time and research before i can safely apply it. I do hope to succeed, though..... And i will do my best." Harry had looked so utterly accepting that Albus yet again felt his heart clench as he realized Harry truly did believe he was righteous.

After he had left, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore sat wearily at his chair.

He knew the time had come.

All the hopes he had for Harry, the way to save him that would require him to be put in great danger.....

Albus hoped and prayed.....

That Harry James Potter.... His son would live.

And he would do his best.

But even if he could save him..... Could he leave him intact?

Chapter Text

Albus watched as Harry practiced his skills in dueling and handling creatures in the moderate levels of the stimulations. 

With the fact that Voldemort would almost certainly target Harry in the final task, Albus had increased the level of intensity of Harry's training. He had started by making the stimulated battlefields rather easy, but now he had raised it so it was now able to bring to bear a glimpse of what Harry would likely face.

In addition, Albus had also insisted his fellow mentors all train Harry in practical dueling rather than just demonstrating skills, since Harry would need to be fully prepared and not just fight lesser enemies. While Albus would not spar with Harry yet, he had him spar with the others at the end of the lesson.

Harry admittably was quite humbled after being bested by them all at first try within just a minute, and thus trained rigorously and harder than ever to prepare himself. His determination helped him, especially as he was being practically forced suddenly to adapt from fighting regular enemies to seasoned duelists, and his talent eventually allowed him to make remarkable progress, reaching from being able to contend with Sirius for 3 minutes to fighting Aberforth for a full 7 minutes.

By the time the Third Task began, Harry was now able to make all his teachers take him more seriously. At this point, Albus could safely say that Harry had reached an..... Acceptable level. No longer was Harry simply throwing his powers and casting regular spells. He was now actively incorporating magics such as transfiguration spells, a basic but successful application of runes, and his precision and control had improved remarkably. His versatility was increasing slowly, while his natural skill and power had began unveiling itself. Albus was sure that Harry would be able to survive at least, but not only that, he saw in Harry the talent that he believed would allow Harry to reach a level comparable, if not, even superior to him. His enormous raw power aside, Harry's natural magical talent was incredible, and he was proving to be a hard-bloomer as he advanced with determination and learned even skills he struggled with eventually, but more importantly, his determination would let him become an extraordinary wizard indeed. Yes.... The potential was there..... He just needed a proper mentor to unlock it. 

Before the Third Task began, there was a bit of a hiccup as Amos angrily confronted Harry, bitter and furious that Harry had upstaged Cedric most of the time. He even looked like he was about to draw his wand and challenge him to a duel. Albus would have none of it. "Mister Diggory.... Harry did not wish to enter the tournament and was set up..... Should you try to go this path, then you will be breaking the laws. Let there be a fair competition." The Diggory had just sneered at him.

"Been training him yourself, did you? What? Choosing an illegitimate champion? I never knew you to be-" Faster than he could finish, Albus had his wand drawn at his head. "That would be quite..... Enough." The elder Diggory shivered at that, just as his wife came in and politely excused him while chastising him for believing that it was right.

Cedric had looked utterly irritated as he apologized to Dumbledore and promised that he'll talk him to him later. The man truly was among the noblest and humblest souls he had ever met.

He gave Harry an encouraging smile as he proceeded into the maze and began the Third Task.

Now Dumbledore began his next plan....

As Barty Crouch Jr had entered Hogwarts for sure, he had sent Alastor and Aberforth to patrol the school while everyone else was watching the Third Task to catch him. He needed him to know Voldemort's plan after all, where he would be revived, and how Harry would be used in it.

30 minutes later......

Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore cursed as he finally arrived at the desolated graveyard of the Little Hangleton.

It had taken 15 minutes in order to break Barty Crouch Jr's mental defenses, using means such as Veritaserum, Legilimency, and even the Imperius Curse. The last one finally left Crouch open to his Legilimency and he was able to absorb all the information he needed.

Henceforth, Albus was now rushing into the graveyard.....

And what he saw surprised him.

There was Voldemort, returned in the flesh and engaged in a Priori Incantatem with Harry, who was actually winning and gaining the upper hand in the clash of wills. He turned around when he felt a nagging presence and saw Cedric, clearly battered but alive.

"Stay safe, young Diggory-" "No! I'm going to help! The Dark Lord is back.... Harry needs our help! He is a good friend....." Despite the circumstances, Albus couldn't help the smile as he watched the Hufflepuff before him adamantly profess his genuine friendship with young Harry.

"What's the plan, professor?" "When i disrupt the clash between Voldemort and Harry, you will immediately pull him to safety and allow me to fight them. When i give the signal, the two of you will immediately return to Hogwarts with the Triwizard Cup. I'll cover for you.... Do you understand? Do not engage in any combat with the Death Eaters. I'll handle this myself. Do you understand?" Cedric nodded firmly.

"Now.... 3...." He gave Cedric the signal to approach the nearby hiding point. "2......" Albus concealed himself with the Disilusionment Charm and blitzed to Peter, extracting the memories he needed. "1....." "Now."

With that, Albus charged into the fray and cast the runes to dissipate the Priori Incantatem.

"Perturbatio Fratrum Armorum". Golden runes surrounded the clashing spells and dissipated them as Albus called upon the magic of disruption capable to even disrupt the purest magical connections.

With that, Albus immediately pushed Harry away to Cedric's location and revealed himself in full.

"Hello Tom.... I see you haven't changed at all, have you? Not knowing that which has lead to your doom before and even now, you have once again created your own weakness..... Truly.... Your delusions have made you but a shadow of the great wizard you could have become." Albus greeted casually, watching as Voldemort flinched, clearly unexpecting him at all.

"Dumbledore.... You're too late! I've returned..... And now i will defeat you and then bring you to ruin! I will rule the world!" Albus just shook his head at Tom's delusions. Truly.... Him... And all his Death Eaters..... Nothing but mislead and pitiably delusional children who were forced into evil because of swaying and falling into the temptation of power...."

As Voldemort shot a Killing Curse at Albus, Albus trapped and then redirected it at Pettigrew, killing him. Despite everything, Albus felt a little sorry for Peter, but didn't dwell on it for long as Voldemort kept attacking. Albus casually manipulated objects at the graveyard to intercept the Killing Curses. After a while, Albus launched multiple powerful blasts of runic energy, forcing Voldemort to defend himself with a shield conjured by runes while the Death Eaters collaboratively tried to block the spell. A few fell as the runes overwhelmed them. 

Lucius, Macnair, and Crabbe helped Voldemort but Albus barely broke a sweat as he easily blocked the curses with a single Shield Charm and then waved his hand at them, knocking them down with an invisible kinetic force. A casual wave of his wand wrapped them in chains as Albus comfortably side-stepped to avoid the Killing Curse launched at Voldemort and simultaneously retaliated with a powerful surge of wind that Voldemort dissipated.

Voldemort retaliated with powerful bolts of lightning that Dumbledore absorbed with the Lightning Curse and abruptly turned at Voldemort, unleashing several powerful waves of lightning that forced Voldemort to cover himself in a sphere of wind. He was pushed back, but wasn't injured. The rest of the Death Eaters, however, were clearly injured in many ways.

Sensing he had to end this soon, Dumbledore launched an enormous stream of blue light, empowered by runes, and watched as Voldemort hastily cast a silver shield augmented by runes as well. Rather than dissipating the spell, however, Albus held on, pouring more and more power as Voldemort was being slowly pushed back, his shield beginning to wane before the attack. 

When Voldemort's focus was solely on his spell, Albus levitated the Triwizard Cup with his wand-free hand.....

And as Harry and Cedric came out, defending themselves from the few attacks and even stunning a few more Death Eaters, and finally escaped by summoning the Triwizard Cup, Albus let his spell recede as Voldemort let out a huge yell of rage and shock.....

Before he fired a final spell. "Protector Ignis: coccinea!" A massive phoenix emerged from the Elder Wand as Dumbledore summoned 3 avatars of phoenix and launched them at Voldemort....

By the time Voldemort finally destroyed them, with a powerful wave of fire, Albus Dumbledore was already long gone.

When Albus had returned to Hogwarts, he immediately rushed to Harry and Cedric, sprawled on the ground, drained from their endeavors. He watched as Amos rushed to his son while the Weasleys tended to Harry, asking him if he was alright.

Sighing as he looked at the clearly worn children before him, Albus walked forward and asked Harry to come with him to see Barty Crouch Jr.

He still needed details of how Crouch got free after all. He summoned Winky and asked Severus for additional Veritaserum.

While Minerva wanted to take Harry to the Hospital Wing, Albus insisted he stayed.

He needed to learn strength and the ability to face the horrible truth no matter what.

The details of Crouch's freedom was, to say the least, quite infuriating and disgusting, to say the least. Aberforth, who he tasked with recording the whole thing, looked about moments away from punching the man while Alastor and Sirius were looking at him with complete disgust.

The child had been given a second chance because his mother loved him. She had asked for Barty to save their son and he agreed. But rather than taking the second chance for granted and starting over, Crouch instead wasted all the efforts, including Winky's, in order to service Lord Voldemort.

That said, a part of Albus that always held on to empathy had to feel some measure of sympathy. After all, while he may have killed his own father and disregarded the efforts of his mother, Albus knew the child was once eager to please his father and that it was Barty's attitude that prioritized his work over his family and then his sentencing of his own son that lead to the man becoming what he was now.

Truly.... What a tragic, sad ending to the Crouch Family.... And he supposed the same could be said for Peter Pettigrew. Albus had saw him as the originally potentially brave and able student that he could be, only he failed to live up to it, didn't he? But Albus knew why....

Like Barty, Peter was desperate to be acknowledged, but while the other Marauders acknowledged him as a fellow, they treated him more like a correspondent and a little junior rather than an equal. In a way, although unexcusable, Albus knew they too had a part in Peter's fall to darkness. Had they been a better friend, it could have been different.

The same was true for Severus, as well, wasn't it? He was best friends with Lily, and yet the Marauders turned her against them in a way and that forever cemented his hatred for them, which had lead to him joining the Death Eaters, at least in part because of his resentment making him wish to face and then kill them. Although they never met each other again, Severus even now still bitterly resented James.

He sighed after hearing Crouch's callous words, realizing he was being too caught up in his failures and regrets.

As Crouch finished his tale, Albus stunned him again and looked at Winky. The poor House-Elf had completely broken down and Dobby was doing his best to comfort her, saying things like the Crouches as being bad masters and that Albus would be a great master for them all.

With that done, Albus turned to Harry, who looked clearly terrified and disgusted with Crouch's words. He could sense the horror Harry felt at Crouch's treatment of his family, yet also some sympathy at his bitterness at his father. At that moment, he also saw visions of Harry clearly being excited as Vernon fondly patted him in the head yet disappointed when he referred to himself as his uncle and not his father..... And finally.... He saw Harry's memory of him, among the happiest being when he was accepted as his apprentice, his feelings being that of the realization he had finally found the father he longed to have.

Albus felt honestly touched, but knew he had to ensure the boy's mental state.

He sent a telepathic message to Aberforth, Sirius, Alastor, Severus, and McGonagall, telling them of their next instructions. Severus was to go to Voldemort and finally reassume his duties as a spy. Alastor would call Kingsley Shacklebolt and Nymphdora Tonks, his trusted allies in the Ministry, his brother would prepare his bar for secretive purposes, Sirius would contact Remus, and Minerva would take Winky to the Hospital Wing while Albus would take Harry to his office.

He needed him to come to terms with the future war with Voldemort......

And the horrors that happened to him and Cedric at this night.

So he took Harry to his office, where he gently sat him on a conjured chair as he extracted his memories of this night. He knew that Fudge would most likely not believe him, but while Fudge would likely do his best in discrediting him for his ways, Albus had been playing the political game a lot longer than anyone else. And Fudge had little international sway, so he could preserve his status as Supreme Mugwump with proper proof.

What he saw was truly impressive.... When they had arrived at the graveyard, Harry and Cedric had been cornered by Death Eaters but fought bravely. They managed to defeat a surprising amount of the enemies, even if they were clearly holding back, but were eventually restrained and Peter used his cut-off arm, which Harry actually sliced off him himself in a surprisingly brutal and merciless way, and Harry's blood to bring Voldemort back.

His heart twisted with rage as Voldemort insulted Harry and gave him a chance to duel... But what he saw was most surprising..... Then he realized the few burn marks Voldemort had. Harry, in his rage at Voldemort and determination to protect his friend Cedric, had sent him away and then used all the skills he had learned combined with his power of love to challenge Voldemort. The display clearly stunned Voldemort and the Death Eaters, and he supposed that Voldemort had seriously underestimated Harry.

Yet again, his flaws failed him...... First, he had made the mistake of using Harry's blood..... Which meant that the enchantment of love Albus had used on Harry had fully met all it's conditions. Within approximately 3 years, the soul fragment that was in Harry would die and he would no longer be a Horcrux.

And secondly, in his shock, he was pushed into the defensive and was cut and hit with runes for multiple times! That said, Harry's skill was truly remarkable, and he seemed to be able to control his power to a remarkable extent, as well, with how well-controlled and accurate the output he used was. It seemed his training Harry to control his energy and shape it had paid off well. While Voldemort may have underestimated him, in his arrogance, it was still exceptional.

And when Voldemort composed himself and in his rage began to take the upper hand, Harry still managed to keep his composure and even score yet another hit by using a basic spell to throw a rock at Voldemort's face and explode it! Naturally, Voldemort healed quickly, as even lethal wounds like that were rather easy to heal with the Horcruxes still active, but still..... It was impressive.

Albus felt pride overwhelm his heart as he saw Harry's look of pure bravery. There was a desire for vengeance, yes, but in the end, as Harry had made it clear as he paid repeated attention to Cedric, it was his ability to love that had saved him..... Yet again he survived because of love.

By that time, Harry finally engaged in the clash of wands, the Priori Incantatem, with Voldemort, and rather than being pushed back, his heart, filled with bravery and a desire to be there for his friends, and his mind, filled with memories of their time as well as his happiness with his friends and family, granted him the strength to quickly take the upper hand on the surprised Voldemort. And even when Voldemort pushed back, Harry still managed to retain a slight upper hand, never losing his focus or succumbing to his darker impulses towards Voldemort as his love for his friends and family allowed him to overcome his desire for revenge and focus on protecting and being there for them.

Truly.... What a magnificent boy.... Albus realized he truly was right to choose him as his successor.....

But now he needed to tend to Harry.

"Harry..... I understand that you have been through a lot..... And dark times lie ahead.... Never before since my conflict with Gellert Grindelwald have i wished that i was mistaken..... You will soon face the choice between doing what is easy.... And what is right. And you have proven to be staunchly at the right side, of the light. You firmly suppressed your darkness and choose to fight not for yourself, but for your friends. You have made me proud.... Truly...." And Harry had, despite all that happened, looked at him with so much pride and happiness at having made him proud that Albus even now still felt his heart clench.

"Thank you, Professor.... And i am not worried..... After all..... You're helping me. You're the only father i ever knew." Harry said with so much honesty that Albus felt his heart stop for a moment.

"And you have done your best..... Don't blame yourself for not being there when i faced Voldemort that time.... In fact, if it wasn't for your training, i wouldn't have been able to escape. I stand here, right now, ready to follow you because you helped me. I may have had the gifts, but you taught me the most important lesson of all, which i realized and used against Voldemort..... That i may have lost my parents because of him, but i still gained many friends and i still had the Dursleys..... And you.... As my family. I couldn't fall into that hole knowing it would mean i couldn't stand by you and the others. To be honest, i was angry when Voldemort insulted my parents... But then i remembered you all..... And i gained the strength to fight back."

Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore couldn't even turn his head, simply narrowly suppress his tears. Harry was just.... Too good for him.... What had he done to deserve such a good soul? He had started out as-

"Professor.... I know you have plans for me.... And i believe you made them because you cared for me..... And i won't fail you.... I promise i'll do my best. I'll live.... For you, for all my friends, and for the remnants of my family. There are still things you can't say to me yet.... I know.... But i hope one day you can tell me all about it. Now.... I think... That i should go to the Hospital Wing?"

With that, Harry turned away as Albus watched him go with tears in his eyes. This boy.... Who he had come to consider as his own son..... Had been through so much and was manipulated yet still believed and loved him after all that....

But then Harry hesitated. 'And.... Professor? I think you should go ahead with helping the Longbottoms.... It may be risky... But i think it's best to be a bit realistic while remaining empathetic.... After all...." Harry turned to look at him with such honesty and compassion that Albus didn't even had it in him to compose himself. "It would be better to give them any reprieve you could..... Rather than making them despair and grief for so long." With that, he gave him a last sad but genuine smile as he opened the door and left.

The Next Day..... 

Albus Dumbledore gave a huge sigh as he addressed the entire Hogwarts with the grim news he was about to bring....

"Today..... After the last grim night where the winners of the Triwizard Tournament risked their lives to return in order to bring us knowledge of a great evil deed.... As i myself had to intervene to save them and return them to properly testify.... We all must now acknowledge.... A really..... Grim fact....." 

"First, i would like to praise Harry Potter and Cedric Diggory, the ultimate representation of the current generation's Gryffindor and Hufflepuff, for their exceptional..... Performance.... For their skill and fair-play..... But most importantly for their fierce friendship even as competitors, for their bravery to face the world's second most dangerous dark wizard..... For that, i decree..... That both Gryffindor and Hufflepuff will share the House Cup as equals for this year, for both supported each other and fought not for their own glory or the rewards that came with winning, but for the school....."

As Albus proclaimed this, he had to admit he approved of the silence. Even though Hufflepuff had rarely won for years, it seemed that Cedric's leadership and his truthful confession about the dark times that would come was able to even make them silent in the face of victory sought after many years. Neither did Gryffindor celebrate, all of them looking just as grim as the Hufflepuffs. 

"But back to the harsh reality.... As you all must know already, Lord Voldemort.... The greatest threat Britain ever knew, and by far surpassed ever only by Gellert Grindelwald in scope in all of history..... Has returned. Formerly among the most brilliant students this school had ever known, now..... Perhaps this academy's greatest failure." Not a single one of them protested. Clearly, Harry and Cedric had made their point perfectly clear. 

The two champions were giving each other looks of reassurance and nods of companionship. All the students before him felt was shock and fear of what is coming.

"While your parents may be horrified and disbelieving, i think..... A show.... Will be appropriate....." He waved his wand and conjured the memories he had stored before slamming it to the ground.

"Veritatem memoriae ostende!" The memory spell that was cast was much more stimulating and realistic, and it warped reality itself to show them the undeniable truth of what had happened. He did not make it easy for them. As much as he hated to expose the children before him to the horrors of war, they needed to see the truth.

By the end of it, all of them were stunned to silence, some exchanging looks of guilt as they waved apologies at Harry and Cedric's direction and many others patting them in the shoulder. Even a few Slytherins seemed to be against Voldemort now, despite majority still clearly being defiant.

"Lord Voldemort's gift for sowing discord is truly incredible. He may persecute those he believes to be unworthy, but there is no denying that many have been swayed by his promises of power and superiority over muggles and all other unworthy individuals.... Not knowing they are but false promises. Lord Voldemort seeks to rule the world, but he does so not for any pure-blood supremacy beliefs, but rather out of his darkness and complete malevolence..... Nevertheless, he has been successful..... But.... I say this, as someone who has defeated an even more terrifying manipulator and charismatic revolutionary terrorist that was Gellert Grindelwald..... The temptation for change in the way you want.... Is great.... But you must never let it corrupt and taint your morals. Gellert Grindelwald succeeded much better than Lord Voldemort ever did because he believed in equality among all magical beings with no superiority and he did seek to create a measure of coexistence with muggles. He may have been wrong.... But in the end..... He was much less evil than Lord Voldemort. The core is.... Remain true and be honest.... Don't fall victim to the temptation of power.... Ask yourself.... Would it be worth it? For just greater influence and power? No...." All but Slytherin were openly agreeing and actually clapping at his speech.

"Every single person from Durmstrang and Beauxbaton and literately all international quests will be welcomed back should they wish to help... It is whenever we face people who preach of change and revolution in extreme ways that the bonds of friendship and trust as well as the strength of your heart will be of utmost importance. It is my belief..... And it has been decades ever since that have I so hoped that I am mistaken..... that we are all facing dark and difficult times. Some of you in this Hall have already suffered directly at the hands of Lord Voldemort in the previous war and would naturally be against him.... But remember.... Humanity.... Righteousness.... Don't fight for revenge. Fight to protect the world and prevent any greater tragedy! If you fall to the darkness while defeating your enemy, it is no victory at all. The tragedy of Barty Crouch has proven it. They who fight monsters must be careful to never become a monster in order to achieve victory. If the time should come when you have to make a choice between what is right and what is easy, remember! Remember Harry Potter and Cedric Diggory's bravery and defiance.... Remember the many people who fought and died against him in the previous war..... Take inspiration from them.... And Voldemort will be defeated in the end." With that, Albus returned to his seat and watched as up to 88% of the school, including 35% of the Slytherins, yelled in approval and shot red sparks into the sky while declaring their desire to fight against the Dark Lord.

But Albus turned his attention specifically to Harry and he glanced at him firmly and with complete trust and respect, as did Cedric.

So the next chapter begins....

"So.... You will pay for Ludo Bagman's debts, Albus Dumbledore?" "Yes... And in return, i ask that the Goblins oppose Lord Voldemort. As you all must know, Lord Voldemort despised inhumans and beasts and he would not hesitate to exterminate you if you acted against him, but even if you remain neutral, he will still come for you to control Gringotts. I give you my word, Ragnok, that i, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, will support Goblins to the best of my ability, and i shall make the world a better place for all Goblins in the future-"

"I do not doubt your credentials, Dumbledore..... You are among the very few humans we Goblins truly trust.... But while you have taken measures to help us with our problems, we are still, admittably, not fully liberated." "I beg your pardon" "During the war with Gellert Grindelwald, did you know why Goblins sided with him? It was because he promised us rights on a similar level to wizards and witches.... You have helped improve our relations, but we are still plagued with problems." Albus sighed heavily as he took in the words of the Head Goblin.

"Yes... And after this, i ensure you..... I will..... Go all-out in changing things-" "I know you will, Dumbledore.... But you see.... I've been hearing of your closeness to that boy, Harry Potter.... And as we've known each other for quite some time..... I think i am starting to see your plans here....."

"Yes.... Master Ragnok.... I ensure you.... Harry will be able to make things much better-" "No..... See..... I am among the very few who knew of your past with Gellert Grindelwald, how you refused greater power out of fear of corruption.... And i take it you intend to mold Harry Potter into becoming the next Minister For Magic? So he can lead Britain and then become Supreme Mugwump to pass on all that you wished, be it for creatures or fellow magicals?"

Albus had to admit he was shocked. He and Ragnok were friends, and it's extremely rare for Goblins to be friends on a personal level with wizards and witches. Though he could call Ragnok more of a mentor.... Since he was the one who taught him how discriminated creatures like Goblins were and was the primary supporter of his relations with Gringotts. But never did he expect Ragnok would be able to tell his true intentions. As if reading his thoughts, Ragnok shook his head.

"Albus.... Did you really think i would not be able to tell? In fact, Nicolas Flamel were fully aware and told me what your plans were..... I admit, it was quite an impressive and long-term plan.... But flawed. You see...... Before Harry Potter becomes the Minister For Magic..... You should." Albus felt his mind go into pause upon hearing the words. What-

"You see.... You believe that Harry Potter was fit to have that power because he was born a leader while you only mastered leadership after experiencing mistakes.... But did you ever think of what would happen if Mister Potter became Minister without an example to derive his style from? You may believe just teaching him would be enough, but it isn't.... Albus. My predecessor once told me that when you wish to mold someone.... You give them real example and experience.... Not just simple coaching and advising."

"So here's the deal.... I will agree to allow you to pay back Ludo Bagman's debts..... And the Goblins will offer you their full support.... But in return.... You will take over the Minister For Magic position first.... After Voldemort has been defeated..... You will be the one to make the laws that will solidify the relationship between humans and goblins.... I will accept no other compromise.... Do you accept?" 

Ragnok's words were so deep, so commanding and lecturing that Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore couldn't help the numbness that briefly overcame him. Him, the Minister For Magic? The creator of the new world he had intended to make through Harry?

Did he deserve that kind of power and prestige? But then-

Suddenly, it hit him, and he realized at long last what Nicolas meant before his death.

"Albus..... You are a great man.... I loved you like a son.... And now i offer this one puzzle.... While Harry Potter will be the one to carry on the new golden age of rebuilding and revolution.... Do you think that you will not be having a part outside of the college you intended to build? No.... You are mistaken.... Know this.... You are worthy..... Flawed, though, you may be, but you can and will right the wrongs yourself. Harry will only succeed you."

At that moment, Albus finally figured out his resolve and bearings. Ragnok and Nicolas were right.... As much as he wanted to not have too much power, he needed to be the one to carry that burden first, not Harry. He needed to show him how to lead properly, and create the framework of the world Harry would create in the future.

So become Minister he would. Be a much more progressive leader as Supreme Mugwump he would.... After all this were done....

And as he finally looked at Ragnok in the eye and nodded, Albus felt his heart heavy.....

But for Harry....

For the man he had came to consider a son.... He would accept that burden.

Albus watched as Percy Weasley took in the information with complete horror. He had heard about his argument with his family, and before he could go to Fudge, he had stopped and then showed him the truth.

"So.... Percy.... You have seen the truth.... Do you agree to stand with your family?" Percy could only nod distractedly...

Until he finally buried his face in his hands.

"How could i have done that? Why didn't Ron show me? I never intended to act like that.... I have to apologize to them..... And yes.... I will help...."

Albus gave him an encouraging smile at seeing his resolve.

"The role that i am asking you to fulfill will require you to accept the role of Junior Assistant... I shall tell you the details later.... I think you owe your family an apology, do you?"

Percy nodded warily as he walked away.

Now that he and Fudge would be actively working against each other.... Albus knew he needed all the resources to keep the power he needed for the future.

It was easy to secure his position as Supreme Mugwump, as he showed the Confederation the truth and they all simply declined Fudge's demand to strip him of the post, threatening him with war if he dared to continue demanding and discriminating him internationally.

Now he just needed insiders into the Ministry to curb Fudge's influence.....

Albus also had plans to officially declare Sirius Black as innocent..... Which he would do soon.

So many plans.... So many burdens.... Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore admittably felt exhausted this year.....

But he had discovered the best course of action.....

He will become the Minister For Magic next....

He will remain Supreme Mugwump.....

And when the time comes for Harry to finally be the leader the world needed, he would gladly surrender his positions to him.

He would then built the first magical university in history..... The Dumbledore University of Magical Guidance and Research....

He did not dwell on his thoughts of the burden he would soon bear....

After all.... While the future may not be filled with easy paths.... 

Albus Dumbledore had discovered something inspiring....

A chance for a better world.....

And the potential for as much of a happy ending as he could get....

All for Harry Potter....

His son.....

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Albus Dumbledore was currently in a meeting with the rest of the Order of Phoenix. He had managed to assemble much of the old group, after all, as well as acquire new members, starting from Sirius, Remus, Alastor, Aberforth, Severus, to Kingsley, Nymphdora Tonks, Amos Diggory, and Percy Weasley.

Ah... When did he start this group? Yes.... He remembered exactly how the order came to be..... It was created pretty much 2 years after Voldemort rose to power. While Albus may have decided to not overly interfere as he saw that Britain and the rest of the world needed to see and experience the horrors of what pure-blood supremacy could bring, he still saw the need to at certain times deal with him. The few times he had routed Riddle and his Death Eaters, capturing a few of them single-handedly, and he was already hailed as "The only one he ever feared" by the wizarding population of Britain while the international community all simply stated that Dumbledore was sure to win against Voldemort after he had dealt with Gellert.

It was partially why he became disillusioned, as he realized at that moment that his ever-growing series of accomplishments would mark him as the greatest man the world had ever known. He was already deemed to be at a comparable level of influence and revolutionizer as Merlin and the Four Founders of Hogwarts and seeing as he was going to build his academy, he had noticed grimly that the moment his university was made, Albus would effectively become the greatest scholar and the greatest person in the wizarding world. But he didn't deserve all that praise. He accumulated only the necessary power, but then he came to the grim realization that the power he believed as necessary was far more than anything he ever imagined at first.

No man should have that much power.... Which was why Albus intended to mold Harry into the right leader who could become the next Minister and the Supreme Mugwump....

The reason why Albus did not immediately become Supreme Mugwump, only doing so after defeating Gellert, and why he sought to avoid commanding the world and choosing to lead a group of vigilante fighters was because he believed that he should be with the lesser and less prepared people instead. It was meant to humble him, to keep himself from acquiring too much power. Though.... What he believed as just sufficient was clearly different from what people believed.

As such, he first lead what Newt and Aberforth sarcastically named as Albus Dumbledore's Rebellion against Gellert while also helping the international government counter him, and now he lead the Order of Phoenix.

In a way that was both ironic and yet natural, it was leading such a distinct group of individuals that lead to him eventually becoming the Supreme Mugwump. At first, even though his potential was clarified long ago before his ascension and how people kept asking him to take over because they believed under his leadership Gellert would be defeated, Albus had persisted against it. He knew that matching Gellert's pace and ways was not the right thing. By 1935, Gellert had actually taken over the entire Germany and half of the French, forcing even the Flamels to escape and gather under his banner.

He had offered them the position of leader, but they had refused him. It was then that they said the words that only now did Albus realize were meant as a foretelling of the fate he could now see. 

Albus.... You believe you don't deserve to be a great leader.... But in truth..... You were born to be a leader. Your flaws do not define you. Neither should your past. At the end of the day, you are both the greatest scholar and the leader that will begin a new age for all wizards and witches.... Then you will pass on your glory and then create a truly magnificent piece of magical education.

At first, he believed that they meant he had to become Supreme Mugwump to fix the damage Gellert had left and from it usher many changes, but as he realized, though the populace often declare him as the Hero of the People and Master of Revolutionary, he was not that successful. He had discovered what they had meant with the breakthrough of magical education, but he had misinterpreted what they meant with passing on his glories as a leader by meaning he should leave Harry his positions.

But the ever blunt Ragnok had revealed to him his flaws and despite the burden he will soon take, Albus couldn't help but feel guilty at the realization of what he had nearly done. The High Goblin was right.... Harry really needed his example. Teaching wasn't enough. He needed to see the standards and ways with which Albus wanted Harry to use. Just having them innately wasn't enough. That said, he learned his flaws and would take over first, using his experience to change the world, before then leaving Harry to maintain it.

The reports were surprisingly quite good. His decision to spread the memory of Harry and Cedric's struggles had effectively cut off the public's distrust as they were faced with the truth, and Fudge's attempts to prevent it was failing miserably. Percy as the Undersecretary was helping as well. His role was to tell him about Fudge's plans and he did it quite brilliantly, allowing Albus to render much of them either dead or barely of any harm to him. Meanwhile, Kingsley and Nymphdora were effective spies in the Auror Department and had even started converting some Aurors into his side. 

Not to mention the people were demanding Fudge to acknowledge the truth. Fudge's feeble attempts to make it seem like Albus had faked the memory didn't do him much. Few believed such a claim, and Howlers were reputedly sent to the Ministry to discredit them for refusing to see the truth.

And the people of the underworld were thinking twice now that it was clear that supporting Voldemort wouldn't be as great of a decision as they believed. Albus had effectively spread it to where people were getting ready and extra-cautious. 

Albus was also quick to sponsor for the Werewolves and the Giants and did so personally, with Hagrid, Madam Maxime, and Remus accompanying him in such affairs. For the Werewolves, he promised regular access to the Wolfsbane Potion and gave speeches about tolerance and peace. And for the Giants, Albus promised them the wizards would accept them in the next age and offered regular friendly magics for them. He also gave them advice on how to revolutionize their live style so they could remain. 

His efforts were more successful than expected. Up to 75% of the Werewolves and Giants accepted his deals, and he lived up to his bargain, giving the werewolves regularly Wolfsbane and noteworthy jobs. The Giants meanwhile benefitted much from Albus's teachings of proper living and were quite pleased with the magics he gave them. All that remained was Greyback's outliers and Golgomath's, with Albus repelling and killing the latter with multiple powerful spells before he could kill Karkus, leaving few Giants at Voldemort's side.

With much of the reports being positive, all of them were optimistic and Albus was happy to see that their hopes were greater than ever. He was also ever grateful for loyalty, as he always was. Even now, despite losses, they still put their faiths in him. 

Now.... The next thing that Albus needed to do was to finally.... Present the Longbottom with their hope....

May Merlin and Gryffindor be with him.....

So here he was now, ready to try the magical operation that would either save or doom Alice and Frank. He had explicitly asked Augusta and Neville about their opinion and they all agreed. Augusta even thanked him for trying and assured him even if he failed, at least they would be freed from their suffering. Neville meanwhile looked timid but had said. "Please save mom and dad the best you can.... But if you can't.... Maybe it's best to let them go rather than keep them alive and suffering.... Can you.... Tell them that i am proud of them? That i love them?" 

Albus had gave Neville a sad smile as he gently patted him and nodded empathetically. "I promise.... I will do my best."

With a heavy sigh, Albus drew the runic circles and placed the potions he had made. This procedure was extremely complex and would require 5 hours at best and 8 hours at worst.

Before beginning, Albus softly placed his hand on their heads. "Thank you for all the faith you gave me.... Should you recover, know that i only wish the best for you."

With that, he finally activated the runes. 

The procedure essentially composed of dozens of healing spells and potions, mind-treatment, and runic sigils and rituals. A Cruciatus cast at such an extent was after all before impossible to heal until Albus discovered this procedure, which had cured even the worst of diseases.

As time passed, Albus lost count of the number of times he cast his spells, performed rituals, and applied his potions, simply focused on saving the two noble soul before him..... Until the runic circle finally dissipated, meaning the procedure was over.

Albus waited patiently but with unease. Did it work?

Suddenly, the two gave a huge yell and started rambling about Neville and pleading for the other's safety. It clenched his heart to see them like this....

But much to his happiness, they eventually stopped and regained their bearings and turned to him.

And when they asked frantically about Neville, James, Lily, and Harry, Albus knew that they had recovered. He had succeeded....

Albus was more than happy to tell them about the present. They were deeply mournful of James and Lily's deaths, being best friends with them, but were relived that their son was safe.

When Albus had tried to apologize to them for not discovering the cure soon enough, they just gave a tired smile and said they didn't blame him. 

In fact, they even asked to be accepted back into the Order as soon as possible, ready to fight and take revenge on Bellatrix and the others that tortured them. Although they did flinch when they learned Crouch was subjected to the Dementors Kiss. Albus didn't argue. After all, it was a fate worse than death.

Truly.... What a noble couple they made. And Albus accepted, but insisted they recover first and attend to Neville after so long. They had agreed. 

And the next day, he was abruptly met with letters of sincerest gratitude from Augusta and reports of transferring 500 Galleons, 1000 Sickles, and 2000 Knuts to his Vault. 

He just smiled wryly and replied it was nothing and he only regretted he didn't succeed sooner. 

The happy atmosphere lasted for quite a few days as Albus felt his heart lighten and warmed with happiness and redemption for having did what he could for the Longbottoms. He had blamed himself for quite some time, after all, as they were among the best students he ever knew, and bright as well.

Alas, only a few days and it was rudely cut off when Harry was attacked by Dementors along with Dudley and Cedric. Albus was incensed to learn that it was Dolores Umbridge that ordered the attack, and even more so when Fudge tried to use this to get Harry expelled. Immediately, Albus had gathered all the evidences he could, sent them to Madam Bones, and then advised her to sentence Umbridge permanently to Azkaban. The woman deserved no mercy and he would not give her any.

Meanwhile, Albus arrived as quickly as he could....

And the details were quite amazing....

It happened when Harry and Cedric were sparring, with Harry defeating Cedric again. Cedric had taken it upon himself to help Harry improve, teaching him the spells he hadn't learned as much as he could. Harry mastered them all quite easily, and even taught Cedric how to cast a Patronus in return. 

He also taught Harry the seventh year's dueling, and Harry apparently learned them without any problem at all. 

Due to that, he and Cedric were able to repel the Dementors when they came.

Needless to say, Albus gave Dudley the Elixir of Mindjoy to help him heal and then addressed the Dursleys.

They had argued that they would keep Harry still as the wards on the house were still safe, but Albus quickly pointed out that they have their jobs and cannot be seen much with Harry. As such, he would take Harry to Grimmauld Place and have him spend the rest of the summer there. 

With Harry's strong support, the Dursleys had agreed in the end. And now they were off to the Headquarters on brooms, Albus could perfectly hear Harry and Cedric friendly compete and race to keep up with him. He wasn't flying too fast, but it was still quite impressive that Harry and Cedric were able to keep pace with him. Perhaps Cedric could indeed be a Quidditch star.

But now wasn't the time to think about it. He watched happily as Sirius and Amos happily greeted Harry and Cedric. Saving Cedric himself had earned him Amos's undying loyalty and gratitude. He had even offered to give him 100 Galleons, but Albus had refused. Still, the elder Diggory was persistent to repay his debt and managed to discover Kingsley spying for him and helped them, eventually causing Albus to accept him as a member.

Amos's role as the Head of the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures was admittably quite well-done. Amos would tell him whenever dark creatures were sighted so he could get more insight on Voldemort's progress with such creatures, and while Fudge had tried to contest his promotion, Amelia had agreed as Amos was an outstanding expert and chosen him. That said, the elder Diggory had more than just that role. His role was also to keep in touch with the Giants and Werewolves and ensure they remain peaceful and cooperative. It took him a few months of lessons and examples to get him to properly treat them well. That said, afterwards, Amos was admittably quite humbled and even praised Dumbledore as a great man and apologized yet again for having ever believed him to be playing favorites. Right now, he was currently apologizing to Harry repeatedly and acknowledging he was more capable than Cedric. Not that Harry harbored a grudge....

Arthur also took his job quite seriously when it came to the Order. He was assigned to watch over Muggles and Muggle artifacts, after a quite through tutelage of Muggle behaviors and technology to restrain his oddities among them, courtesy of Molly asking him to teach him proper etiquette. In case there were Imperius Curse cases, Arthur would also be there to lift it. The roles of Kingsley, meanwhile, was to convincingly pretend Sirius was far from Britain, as well as also keep an eye on any Ministry spies.

Albus was quite pleased to hear that with his overwhelming evidence, which even extended beyond Umbridge's attack and included all the things she did for Fudge, Bones had immediately sentenced Umbridge to Azkaban and succeeded in removing any possibility for parole.

Now..... Though.... Albus thought it was time....

If Harry needed to be under his constant watch, then he must adopt him, meaning Harry would be magically made a member of the Dumbledore Family. He would also formally take Harry as his apprentice, which would give Harry several rights.

But for now.... Albus was content to watch his child smile as he reunited with his friends.

He had first gone over to Aberforth, asking for his attendance. After all, there needed to be another family member who agreed for Harry to become a Dumbledore before it can be done. His brother had agreed rather quickly.

"Grown fond of Harry, have you brother?" Albus teased as Aberforth just scoffed. 

"Remember.... With this, Harry will be your nephew.... Do tread around well with him, would you?" Aberforth looked at him before nodding curtly.

"You've changed..... Looks like you're finally being a real family man, eh? Too bad it took Ariana dying before you realized the importance of family....." Albus's smile faded as he sighed wearily at Aberforth's comment.

"I am sorry.... I never intended it to be like that.... You know that....." Aberforth just gave a bitter huff.

"Yeah.... If i hadn't, then i would have actually cast the Killing Curse on you. If i didn't know you grieved for our sister, then i would have completely denounced you as a member of my family and maybe try to make your life miserable. But what does it matter? We can't go back.... No matter how much i wanted, neither Ariana or..... Aurelius..... Is coming back.... Perhaps.... This way, Harry will be able to continue the Dumbledore Family name."

Albus just smiled tiredly at him. "Well.... Shall we go and perform the procedures?" Aberforth just nodded.

The step to officializing Harry as an apprentice was simple enough. He just needed Harry to sign the documents he could write himself. But making Harry a member of his family required more than just a form. Harry needed to be there and be sworn in as a member of the Dumbledore Family.

When Albus had brought up to Harry the topic, Harry stared for a while before he suddenly asked hopefully if this meant that Albus would officially be his father. Albus had given him a smile and confirmed it.

"Yes my boy.... With this, you shall be my son. I will also make you my apprentice and my heir.... With certain vows that you and i must uphold. You will learn as much as you could from me and when you are ready, i will give you what i could." At that, Harry had broken into perhaps the happiest smile he had ever saw on his face and nodded.

"Then.... Yes.... I will accept to be a member of the Dumbledore Family. I will become.... Er... Harry James Potter Dumbledore?" Albus had chuckled at that. "Actually.... I think i was adding more.... How about... Harry James Potter Brian Dumbledore?" Harry had beamed at him and nodded excitedly.

With that, they went to the Department of the Magical Law Enforcement to make Harry an official Dumbledore. The process was rather swift, with Fudge barely even slowing them down, and with the forms signed and a few magics done to swear Harry in as a member of the Dumbledores, Harry was now Harry James Potter Brian Dumbledore.

"Can i call you..... Father?" Albus had beamed at him. "Yes.... Son."

The look of pure joy in Harry's eyes brought greater warm to Albus's heart than ever. 

Was this what Perenelle had meant? 

Was what he would find in Harry the ability and freedom to love and acquire a son?

If so..... Then she was right in ways Albus couldn't express his gratitude in mere words.

Because Albus knew, at this moment, he had felt happiness greater than he ever felt.

With Harry now being effectively adopted, the next thing Albus needed to do was officially take Harry as his apprentice. This would require a specific form that he easily acquired from Amelia. 

But first he needed to warn Harry that accepting this meant Albus would have the authority and responsibility over him.

"Harry.... Sign this form and you'll become my apprentice.... I will hereby train you and pass on to you all that i could teach you.... But i must warn you... This means that you will be required to obey my commands. I will be responsible for your growth as your mentor and your life as your father..... You will learn knowledge and skills that will likely shake your worldview."

Harry had just looked at him as if his mind had been made up. 

"Professor.... I walked into Hogwarts aware that my life would be different than others. I knew my life would never be ordinary. It honestly is a heavy burden.... But i am ready. Prepared to accept it. And i'm not worried.... Because i have you..... Professor... Aren't you just like me?"

Albus gave a sad smile at the earnest acknowledgement. Yes... He had knew about it perhaps better than almost anyone else alive. 

It had started out with his great desire to be as great of a person as he could while he was still a student. Ever since he was young, he knew he wielded talents that far exceeded most people and wished to develop them to where he would be immortalized as a man who had achieved great things. He had good intentions, perhaps, but as he found out after his past with Gellert that lead to Ariana's death, even a human being with well intentions can cause great harm if they became twisted and strayed from the Light.

Then he forsook such desires, only to be reminded exactly why he had such delusions at first after years of travelling and solving and discovering many wonders, then developing many magics and greatly increasing the store of magic known to man, then teaching many students in becoming some of the best, and finally becoming what he initially tried to avoid: A leader of an international alliance and then a headmaster of a great school. It all ultimately lead to him accepting the bittersweet truth: Those with power and knowledge have the duty to help people, but said allegations can be considered their true responsibilities, which they would be bound to until their time was over, unless they decided to go against all morality and use their gifts to become something dark and dangerous.

With that acceptance came resignation as he kept doing the right thing and supporting and helping others. He sometimes felt the burden and pressure acutely, but didn't think much. It was far better than any war, after all. 

And Harry may be different than him, but he was still in quite a few ways similar. Like him, Harry was forced into circumstances where he had to be great, and it was natural that Harry, in yet another similarity to him, was born with great power and talent that far exceeded most men.

In fact, Albus had reason to believe that Harry could become an even greater man than he ever was, a better leader and revolutionary. He had a selfless way of thinking and great determination to achieve change and help people. He was also starting to learn to be compromising and able to properly apply the characteristic and talents of a true leader. Particularly, he was also quite strategical and cunning and able to coordinate himself and allies well. He would stick to training him in the magical arts, but after Voldemort was defeated, he would begin training Harry in politics and history. 

Albus himself after all had despite his immense talent learned from others. The Flamels, Ragnok, and a few others had taught him about politics and how history twisted itself as time altered it. There was no shame in needing to learn, and he intended to teach Harry the best that he could. In fact, he was considering giving Harry peeks into the books he was writing, which included The True Burdens and Keys of Leadership, the Fundamentals of Politics and the Principles to Remain Uncorrupted. That said, the majority would have to wait until the end of the war. 

But it wasn't just about the heart and mind that Harry could take him on in. He also had the potential to become a wizard of fairly comparable level to him. Being born with Love granted him immense reserves and strength of magical power after all. Perhaps, in fact, he may even be able to exceed him in terms of power if he were to fully unleash his power of Love. In terms of talent, he may not be outwardly nearly as talented him and Gellert, but Albus knew that Harry's talent in the inside were much greater than what was already shown. After all.... Harry has repeatedly been able to master advanced skills, even if Albus did teach him in a rapidly progressive way. With hard work and the proper push, perhaps Harry's talents may allow him to reach a level of magical brilliance that could at the very least be ranked close to his level. If Harry particularly sought to improve magically, then perhaps.... He may even surpass him. And Albus was actually looking forward to it. After all, the next generation, as Nicolas and Perenelle bluntly stated, needed another of the Next Merlin like the populace called him, and Albus would be proud if Harry could surpass him, but even getting close alone was already enough.

With a wistful look, Albus just said "You're right in many ways..... But also wrong in some"..... Just as Harry finished completing the form. With a melancholic smile, Albus placed his wand on the paper, trailing the runes that would seal the relationship between them. He extended his hand to Harry and he took it without even hesitating as Albus wrapped the runes around Harry's hand.

As it dissipated and energy entered Harry, Albus smiled and said "Shall we continue your training..... Apprentice?"

And as Harry just smiled back and nodded....

As they walked together for another round of practice....

Albus knew for certain.....

That Harry truly was the right man to believe in.

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Dumbledore watched as the students took in the warnings of the Sorting Hat with a grim look. He had, being such an expert in magical history, been aware of the few occurrences it happened. In fact, he had experienced it himself, due to Gellert's growing power and influence. But while Tom was not nearly as charismatic or as capable as Gellert ever was, he was still a formidable threat.

That said, he knew he had to be inspiring, so he patiently waited until the Sorting was over before beginning his speech with a casual reminder for the usual statements of the beginning speech. However, at the end of it, Dumbledore took a serious look and he was grimly glad that the students seem to recognize what he was saying.

"As you all know, despite the Ministry's attempts to hide the truth, Lord Voldemort has returned to bring further terror and destruction. And i think you must have made it explicitly clear to your parents.... The truth." Dumbledore stated primly as the students all nodded. A few Slytherins scowled, clearly making it clear Voldemort was deeply displeased that his attempts at secrecy had been greatly disrupted.

"I would like to thank you all for believing the words and experiences of Mister Potter and the graduated Cedric.... Dark times lies ahead and it truly makes this old man's heart warm that the next generation would be left at capable and determined hands like yours.: Albus Dumbledore stated sincerely as he bowed, causing the students to actually clap a bit, slow and soft as it was.

"And now..... As you all must be aware.... You must be prepared to defend yourself. Voldemort can strike any time outside the walls of this castle..... As such, i think... It is time..... I believe you all have heard tales about how i once took up several teaching positions at once?" Dumbledore questioned as they slowly nodded. After the war with Gellert, records of the time were quite extensively suppressed, the horrors and shock of the many exceeding feats Gellert achieved being so great the ICW immediately made as many as they could secretive. Dumbledore and heroes of the time were also made rather secretive. Albus was given the right to reveal it, for his future books.

"Well.... I am quite delighted to announce that while i remain the Headmaster, i shall also..... Take up the position of the Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor. And i will also be hosting..... Special classes for the subject of Charms, Arithmancy, Potions, Transfiguration, Study of Ancient Runes, Herbology, and Arithmancy." The students eyes instantly lit up with hope, shock, and reverence as Albus announced his decision to be quite involved with the education now, and Albus couldn't help but chuckle. 

"This is quite hazardous times...... And i think.... That you all deserve the chance to be educated and receive the confidence and skills needed to be a powerful defender of your loved ones and the world. The requirements for the special classes will be placed in the Common Rooms. Naturally, you would need sufficiently proven talent and skill, and the professors would review your level to see if you are qualified. There will also be loyalty tests... Ensuring Lord Voldemort would not be able to research your training regimen. After all, i am quite aware of supporters that exist even in this school." Nearly all the school yelled and let out a triumphant roar at that, including a surprisingly decent number of Slytherins, with the few Slytherins being clearly sweating and no longer defiant as they realized Dumbledore was effectively guarding his secrets and would not let any security chances off now.

"THAT said...... While you all may be inclined to believe Slytherins are primary supporters..... Then i suppose you look.... A few Slytherins have risen and yelled in happiness and joy!" Dumbledore yelled authoritively as the few Slytherins that stood up looked grateful. The Gryffindors seemed to be shocked, as well as the Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws. 

"Slytherins are ambitious..... Yes.... Cunning..... BUT...... Slytherins are not inherently evil by nature! I highly recommend you all stop being so absolute, so discriminative! I think i would like to tell you the tale of Leta Lestrange.... A Slytherin who died in honor and selflessness to give her loved ones a chance to escape during the Global Wizarding War. She was persecuted! She had a tragic past! And YET! Despite all that she suffered, she was good friends with Newton Scamander and was the fiancée of Theseus Scamander, HUFFLEPUFFS! And she gave her life to save them. She made mistakes..... Yes.... But her mistakes were overcame by her ability to love and her will. Second chances should always be given! No matter what the person was like in the past, what they did.... And therefore i implore you.... Shake hands with the Slytherins that had displayed loyalty to the school, as few as it was. I shall take measures to defend them from the Slytherins who would persecute them.... But i think they deserve support and acknowledgment! Do you disagree!?" Dumbledore yelled as the 3 Houses regained their bearings and roared their approval and began shaking hands with the Slytherins. He noticed the Slytherins that remained supremacists were clearly panicking now, realizing just how alienated they would be.

Hopefully..... They would see the wrongs of their approach and seek to be better......

"So this is it.... Father? Your efforts to make the school organized against Voldemort and the Death Eaters are going well." Albus chuckled as he faced the similarly grinning, newly christened, Harry Dumbledore.

"Yes.... Son..... I do hope you will be a great role model for your house, ensuring maximum support..... And please do try to make sure they don't persecute Slytherins. Particularly the Slytherins that chose the Light.... Here is the list to help. I assume you have connections to spread it to the other houses?" Harry just smiled as he took the list.

"Understood Father..... I will do as you asked." "Thank you Harry.... And..... I believe you have interacted with Luna Lovegood?" 

Harry seemed rather confused but nodded. "Do you think she is friendly? I believe she is quite a gifted student." Harry approved but seemed conflicted.

"Hermione seemed to not get along with her. She believed Luna's beliefs are rather imaginative to the extreme." Dumbledore just laughed as Harry shook his head.

"What do you think of her, then?" "I personally think she is likeable..... And i've seen many things beyond what i ever imagined thanks to your training, so i don't have any issues with that." Albus let out a laugh.

"Excellent! 20 Points to Gryffindor for excellent moral judgment! Yes! Indeed! That is the right answer! Acknowledging the better traits of others against their weaknesses.... I see i was right to make you Prefect.... By the way..... Do try to keep Miss Granger in check, would you?"

Harry just gave a rather wry smile. "I know..... Anyway, when will we begin our training?" Albus just smirked. 

"First, i think you will gain practical experience by teaching the students of my classes, being much ahead due to your advanced training. As for your apprentice training, we'll do it every day at night. Here-" Albus gave Harry the coin that was enchanted to allow communication between him and the members of the Order. It had an additional function to allow teleportation to each other's location.

"Just cast Apportus and the coin will take you to my office to begin your training. Rest assured that i have ways of making time pass significantly slower so 2 hours in the real world will allow 10 hours of training. Uncle Aberforth would also be of great help in your training and take over whenever necessary." Harry just smiled and nodded.

"Father..... You and Uncle don't get along quite well, do you?" Albus just sighed. He had expected Harry to be picking it up. "Yes.... I've made mistakes.... And my brother to this day cannot fully forgive my failures..... Especially when it lead my sister to her death in a way. The story is.... Painful. And i would prefer not to speak the details yet. But i would say this much..... Gellert Grindelwald and i had more of a past than just the greatest of rivals and masters of magic."

Harry clearly detected the unspoken meaning. He seemed to be rather contemplative. Would Harry-

"You have had many failures..... But don't let that get to you Father.... The past can't be undone, but we can move forward. After all..... I moved on from my parents and Sirius.... To you." With that he left as Albus gave a sad, tremulous smile. 

That's right..... Harry had called him Father in private ever since he had become a member of the Dumbledore Family, hadn't he? It was because he wished to move on.... 

How was it that a person much younger than him could be so wise and inspiring? Albus knew the answer at that moment.

Because Harry was and would always be......

A better person than him.....

Albus Dumbledore fondly relished in the sight of a classroom as he arrived at the Defense Against the Dark Arts Class, ready for his first day of teaching of the year. 

He had already prepared the classroom, equipped with a dueling stand, a projector, and cages and cases containing dark creatures to be defended against.

Honestly..... Even as Headmaster, Albus still retained a fondness and yearning for the days where he would teach students. He had a particular passion for passing on his knowledge.... Henceforth his Homework Help. Although not nearly as stimulating as his old days as a true professor, Albus had to admit he was still quite pleased that he could retain a measure of teaching.... 

Ever since he had given up any and all hopes for acquiring power and changing the world by force, Albus after all had taken up many jobs. He spent 1 year and a half as a Curse Breaker, a single year as a Magizoologist and another single year as a Healer, all which never satisfied the numbness and dissatisfaction he felt. He actually even became an Auror for 3 years and a half, but even the stimulation of action and dueling didn't bring him much apart from being relieved that he could save lives. Henceforth, he quickly resigned. Notably, all his employers, especially the Head Auror of Britain at the time, Torquil Travers, was quite disappointed and even rather bitter at him for abandoning what they believed to be a splendid career.

But then his next job started the sparks of discovering his true calling..... Albus had became a historian of the small wizarding village that was once his home, the Mould-on-the-Wold, and it was actually at that moment that he actually felt attachment to the task as he taught many children history, as well as magical basics. He also helped with advancing and building it up into what later became a prominent Wizarding Town, his suggestions turning the formerly small village into a rather populated and flourishing town with decent shops. While he felt pride that he helped people grow, it was more of the teaching part rather than the construction and suggestive aid that he lended that satisfied him.

And by the 1909, Albus was eventually summoned by the famous Alchemist Nicolas Flamel to research Alchemy and study under him and his wife. But it wasn't just the Flamels. They also called upon many mentor figures, a few which he knew such as Bathilda Bagshot, his latest mentor at the time who taught him history, which Albus would repay by humbling her with the many historical secrets and knowledge he discovered while traveling the world as well as what he and Gellert researched together, Adalbert Waffling, his first mentor who corresponded with him in his fourth year after he proved his exceeding abilities and understanding of Arithmancy that made him an excellent partner to research magical theory and pass on his knowledge to, and Griselda Marchbanks, who was deeply impressed with what his skills in Charms and Transfiguration, as well as new ones such as Ragnok, who strictly taught him about business and the ways of the Goblins and later accepted him as a regular business consultant because of their past, Magnus, a better Centaur than most who helped him learn exactly why the Centaurs and wizards have such a dysfunctional relationship, which helped him later establish a much better relationship with the Centaur colony at the Forbidden Forest, and they also regularly took him to see House-Elves and Merpeople, where he learned of their plight and ways to better their lives which he would later implement as Supreme Mugwump.

It was truly a 15 years of humble learning, as Albus quickly realized how much he still had to learn. The Flamels taught him not only magics lost even in the most archaic records, though Gellert somehow managed to discover and apply them as weapons of warfare, such as the method to create special wands for creatures to channel their magic with, the application of Universal Solvent to dissolve even the hardest of materials, and many more, but he also learned deeply about politics. Nicolas was a gruff but still kind and capable, if not harsh, taskmaster as he forced him to completely memorize political history, which was the easy part as Albus was already well-versed in many history, but then he also taught him about the common traits of every Wizarding Family in the world, the impacts of events in a deeper way, and thus Albus had after a few years managed to practically recite the ancestry of any Wizarding Family in his sleep and had even spent a few days doing that, along with also learning the ways to effectively establish himself in any political climate.

By the end of it, Albus had came out as a deeply changed man, with all his previous foolish ideals long having ceased to exist, his knowledge and skills of both the magical and intellectual side of the world reaching heights beyond even what he had ever expected to wield, and his mind and body both in the physical and magical sense honed to the extreme by the rigorious training the Flamels put him through. He had also came to the realization that the world needed to change and in that regard he was right before, but he must change it in a pure way.

At first, he believed being a teacher would help him mold students capable to change the world, but while he succeeded in teaching some of the greatest people the Wizarding World had ever known, Albus soon realized that he was too focused on the magical side and thus couldn't achieve a total change. By the time Gellert rose and was narrowly defeated by his own hands, Albus had decided to help the world directly himself while seeking for a student to properly pass on his knowledge and views to better the world to the max.

And now he had acquired what he wanted, didn't he? Harry was the solution he had yearned for. He represented the hopes Albus had for the future.... While Albus now had altered his plans, the big picture remained ever the same, that Harry would exceed him and become an even greater leader and perhaps just as great of a wizard, if not, even greater.

But enough of his thoughts and reminisces for now.....

He had a class to teach, as his students entered the classroom.

"Good afternoon, students! As you can see, this year will understandably be a MUCH more elaborate series of defense classes. Your professors all taught in a distinct style.... I have my own.... And i encourage you to be free to voice out whenever you have difficulties, as i believe that any teacher should." All the students gazed up at him with awe and gratitude at that.

And as the class progressed, Albus was pleased to see that he had not lost his touch. He began by teaching the fifth year the theory, insisting that the proper knowledge is as crucial as practical skills and vice versa. "How can you apply your knowledge if you don't have practical experience and skills, but at the same time you can't really expect to be able to defend yourself without knowing how, right?" Albus had joked as the students laughed.

They covered the theory about counter-spells, which Albus insisted they see in a different way. "Counter-Jinxes can also be an appropriate way to defend yourself.... Wilbert Slinkhard may believe that the name was improper, but i disagree. Curses can be countered by another curse, jinxes can be countered by another jinx! Be flexible." Albus said with an encouraging smile as they all beamed at him.

"Professor Dumbledore..... Are you speaking from your experiences as an Arithmancer?" Albus just chuckled at Miss Granger's question. Apparently, she had held back her curiousity about Harry's new skills and understanding during the previous year, but was starting to question it now. "Well.... In a way.... Yes.... Arithmancy is among the most deeply connected branches of magic..... While you will only learn about it at your sixth year, i think it's best you all learn that Arithmancy isn't a magical mathematics.... First, numbers can be created by magic and used for many purposes. Also.... Arithmancy will also cover magical theory.... Adalbert Waffling, my mentor in Arithmancy, and Perenelle Flamel, a quite accomplished master of Arithmancy, has repeatedly insisted while teaching me that i truly understand the reasoning behind spells, the way to cast spells. Many benefits can come from it! And in Defense Against the Dark Arts, Arithmany can be quite important in dueling, but i think it will be more appropriate with Charms and Transfiguration. Runes rival Arithmancy in terms of deep connection to all magics.... But we're learning about defense now! So let's continue with the lesson."

By the end of it, whispers were saying that he made all the teachers look like amateurs and even Minerva and Remus weren't exactly that close. He gave a guilty smirk. Well.... It was the truth..... And he did teach Minerva.... Her ability to keep classes quite was great, but her lack of natural easiness was against her.....

Albus was currently teaching for his promised additional classes. He was using a special room he had created personally with some help from Pomona, Filius, Severus, Hagrid, and Minerva. The name was simply the Class of Hardworking Improvement, with many practical equipments such as numerous objects for charms and transfiguration purposes, a dueling stand for sparrings, numerous runic and arithmancy boards, creature cages, potion cauldrons, and a herbology stand.

The requirements for his classes were simple. They simply had to receive approval from the Professors to display their skill was great enough by passing specific tests, and they also had to make a vow to use their skills for good, which he did by enchanting the notice boards of the common rooms so that all who wished to enter must place their hands on the runic circle that will approve of those with a pure heart and reject those with malice. They also had to be of third year at least, as the classes included materials accessable only to those at that level.

The classes would be held every day, and understanding fifth to seventh years problems, Albus had given them the right to choose their specific days. After all, for each year, he would teach them a skill that would be appropriate at their level. He couldn't teach third years skills that their level wouldn't be able to perform. Fifth Years seems to prefer the friday, saturdays, and sundays, as they preferred days where they were free and able to appreciate what they fondly called as the "Company of the nicest teacher in Hogwarts". Albus couldn't help himself from laughing a bit guiltily at that. The other teachers were competent, yes, but they lacked a certain.... Natural light-heartedness, you could say, and the ability to be compromising and allow special vices. Filius was among the few who did. 

He hoped, nevertheless, that when the time came for him to found the Dumbledore Institute of Magical Guidance and Research, his example would be followed. After all, he may be leaving Hogwarts, but he still hoped his current school would benefit from his ways. That said, the Institute would cover all countries and graduates from all over the world, so he would be partial.

".... So as you can see, there are many ways with which a person can duel. You must be flexible. Charms and Transfigurations, even the basics, can be applied. Jinxes, Curses, and spells like Stunning aren't the only spells that can be used. Back in my days, many had mastered the skill as it was more common, but modern days seemed to have critically reduced the practitioners of simplistic but efficient dueling. I do hope my classes would help bring back the skill." Albus stated with a casual bow as he finished displaying his skills at using the basics against training dummies. He took in the claps and whispers of awe from the students before continuing.

"As you learn more advanced magic, you will be able to combine it with the basics to create devastating combinations..... But that is for next year! Be patient... Your time will come..... Are there any questions?" "Er... Professor? But what if He- No.... Voldemort came in? We can't just stick to simple skills if we are to survive! We need-" "No" "But.... You can teach us. Train us so we can help. The other professors stick firmly to the curiculum, but you can-"

Albus took a serious look as he addressed Colin Creevey. "The point of the additional classes was to teach you the proper defenses.... Of your level. Not..... To give you skills far too advanced for your level." "But Harry-" "Mister Potter is my apprentice with many expectations to face Voldemort in the future. Neither he or i had any choice when i gave him extra education and training. Did you believe because Mister Potter was the most gifted student of his year, he was able to master the skills i taught him easily? No. He struggled. It was with hardwork that he mastered it. But above that.... It was because he had to. Please don't confuse my willingness to teach him advanced skills as being the same for the rest of you. What were you expecting, let's say i do teach you the skills you wished, Mister Creevey?"

"Well we expect to be able to help! We can't just stick here and do nothing! We have to-" "WHILE i appreciate your bravery and willingness to help, that doesn't mean that i approve. You all.... Are still too young.... You should experience as much of a happy normal life as you can.... NEVER believe yourself to know what's best for you just because you knew the situation. Be humble, Mister Creevey, and trusting. While the Ministry may be incompetent, there are people who will defend you. Don't push yourself too far..... You shouldn't expect to participate in the war at your age, but be ready to fight in your defense and the defense of the people that you love! The skills that i am teaching wasn't mean to be used that way..... Are there any other questions?" There were none. The whole class seemed too stunned to react. Young Creevey seemed to be a bit humbled. Albus sighed. He didn't wish to intimidate them, but he knew they had to learn to be realistic while NOT being pesimistic and instead retain optimism. Regaining his bearings, Albus gave a slight smile as he declared the class as being dismissed.

Truly.... It was a joy to begin teaching again. While training Harry helped him regain the feelings of satisfaction he felt teaching students, Harry was but a single student. An exceptional student, perhaps the best he's ever seen, but a single student was, admittedly, not enough to satisfy his drive for teaching. That said, Albus was also capable of and wouldn't hesitate to  be firm with his students. After all.... They needed to learn.

Ever since Voldemort had returned, Dumbledore had admittably taken it to himself to personally and completely supervise Harry's training himself as a master should be towards his apprentice, taking off the kid's gloves. He had after all been used to multitasking, so he had no issue diversifying his daily activities these days to match both his leadership of the Order and Hogwarts with his duties to Harry.

He was would display the more advanced dueling techniques and strategies that would only be taught to Aurors. He had after all been a former exceptional Auror, and as it so happened, Harry had professed that he wished to first become an Auror before finally becoming a leader. And Albus had supported him fully. After all..... Harry should experience a few years of action before spending his life as the Minister For Magic and Supreme Mugwump. 

So he had taken to introducing to Harry the skills of an Auror, after a particular night....

"Father? I think that before becoming a leader that would change the world, like i said i would before, i would like to become an Auror. I would like to use the skills that i learned from you to greatly advance the styles and work of Aurors so they can be much more effective at their jobs." At that, Albus had given his son a proud and happy smile.

"A noble goal indeed! So! I fully approve. In fact, i am proud of you, son.... You have been thrust into this world destined to possess great responsibilities.... Yet you were also able to embrace the responsibilities with a full heart and dedication that would help you in the future.... Truly.... You are a greater man than i ever was, Harry.... A true leader..... I've had.... My share of flaws..... And yet you did not suffer from them. You'll make a better leader and man than i ever was. Perhaps.... You may even match me in magical ability, if not exceed me." Harry had looked at him with so much self-satisfaction and pride for having satisfied him that Albus felt his heart warm. No longer was he hurting and manipulating Harry... He was now actively seeking to ensure he would survive and raising him like a true father and teaching him like a true master. 

"The job of an Auror is extremely demanding, Harry, but as fortune would have it, among the many jobs i took when i went through.... A journey of self-discvoery and through the world was an Auror. You also seem to possess natural talents that would highly fit you as an Auror. So we only have to refine it. First thing, Aurors are expected to be versatile in multiple forms of magic. They also are expected to be proficient duelists, but remember that the duties of an Auror is not limited to just capturing Dark Wizards. They are expected to be capable of brewing antidotes, counter-charming and transfiguring, and handling magical plants and creatures to an acceptable level. I fitted those requirements, so it was easy for me to become an Auror when i signed in. I defeated over thousands despite spending only 3 years and a half as an Auror, and i also regularly helped my peers with potions, charms, and transfigurations.... Apparently, they focused too much on dueling and defense...." Albus finished his lecture with a good laugh as Harry smiled and laughed with him.

The laugh was so full of sincere joy and enthusiasm.....

"Alright Harry.... Now time to apply the techniques against me in direct combat." Harry nodded firmly and began adopting a neutral dueling stance. Albus approved. After a few months, he had finally succeeded in developing Harry's reflexes and readiness to the point of sixth sense, so he was instinctively ready and able to counter sudden attacks.

With that, the sparring began in earnest. Albus started by launching multiple spells that Harry managed to block while dodging the few spells he hadn't learned yet because he knew he couldn't block them. Albus nodded approvingly as he easily deflected Harry's counter spells. He then launched a powerful beam of light that could home on the target, his intentions clear. And he was pleased to see Harry using the trap spell he had learned from Albus to stop the attack. It could easily penetrate regular Shield Charms, after all, and dodging it wasn't an option as it can easily adjust and hit them no matter where they ran. He then neutralized the attack by casting his particular Shield Charm.

With that, Albus fell back into his normal style, flexibly attacking Harry while comfortably defending himself from counters with ease. Naturally, he was extensively suppressing his abilities, as Harry had yet to reach a level where he could fight him head-on. He won't be doing that until a very long time. At first, Harry was defeated within seconds, which lasted until weeks before Harry gradually improved his abilities to last 2 minutes. Recently, they hadn't been able to train because Albus was busy, but he had his brother directly spar with Harry instead only a few days before the beginning of the year. And it was a pleasant surprise to see that Harry was able to contend with Aberforth for a full 15 minutes. Although his brother wasn't giving it his best, it was still impressive and he even admitted he actually considered using 75% after having only used 65% of his abilities in their previous spars. And now he could see why. Harry had clearly improved himself even without him, practicing ways to overcome his weaknesses that Albus was able to use against him and developing his skills by practicing with dueling dummies and stimulated enemies. Eventually, he defeated Harry with a Banishing Charm strong enough to break his Shield Charm, but gave him a smile. He had lasted 4 minutes and twenty seconds, improving more than half the last time they sparred. Albus may have been holding back, but he still had to make sure Harry was ready to handle seasoned enemies, after all. So he fought at a level better than them, with plans to increase the intensity as Harry leveled up.

"Something troubling you, Harry?" Albus asked fatherly as Harry was drinking the Butterbeer Albus gave him.

"Well.... It's Ron.... Father.... He's registered into the Quidditch Team, but while i fully support him and tried my best to help him, he is rather unconfident in himself. He wants to be a Keeper.... And Fred and George even actually took pity on him and decided to help him rather than tease him. The tryouts would be the end of the term, and Angelina is rather strict, but she's been consulting me on what you taught me about flying and Quidditch. She wants to learn more, you see..... Says it'll be useful."

Albus had chuckled at that. "Ah yes.... Naturally, Miss Johnson as such a proud and competitive but fair-play Gryffindor, would seek the best way to win. And what did she say about Ronald's entrance?" "Well... She's neutral. She says she doesn't mind and even tried to get him to regain his bearings as she wanted him to show potential and spirit." "Indeed! Spirit is important, and i suggest you tell Ronald that. Any further consultation, i think, would have to wait on the results of the tryouts..... I'll help you later. And how is your friendship with Miss Lovegood developing?"

Harry had just smiled. "You were right.... She really is an excellent student. And she seems really excited about your additional classes. I think she has the potential to be great. And she and i have been getting along well, you see..." "Hmm.... Then how is your.... Progress with Ginevra?" Harry had blushed at that as Albus smirked. "Now.... Please don't tell me you had immediately broken up after the last year..... She seems cheerful, so i know you must have.... Promised her you'll go on dates with her?"

"Well.... I did promise her, and she seems happy and much relaxed around me than before.... But i think i am not ready for such things yet..... I do like her, but i'm not sure..... There are many more things ahead, and i haven't had time to think about romance. Albus nodded  sagely.

"I understand.... But do try to not make her discouraged.... After all, i would like to see my son romance a girl....." Harry had blushed even more at that as Albus chuckled.

"Also... How was it, being a prefect?" Harry had given a slightly nervous smile. "Well.... At least i am being better off than Hermione.... Been helping her be more reasonable..... And i also told them your will about the Slytherins that showed loyalty.... I'll keep watching for developments..... So you don't have to worry." Albus had chuckled at that.

"Well.... That's it for today, Harry! Good Night! Rest well..... And..... Why don't you try imagining Miss Weasley in your dreams." Harry choked as he sputtered and left the office awkwardly as Albus laughed.

Truly.... Harry was more happy than most would with such a burden..... But while Albus would love to keep him that way..... How much longer before things escalated?

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Albus Dumbledore watched with a smile in his eyes as Harry effortlessly defeated his competitor for the position of Seeker. He also had to admit he was impressed with Ronald's talent despite his awkward nature. Ronald had made a valiant effort and despite his nervousness managed to catch all the Quaffle shots from the Chasers, especially Angelina Johnson. Ah.... Quidditch. Albus still remembered when his peers had once asked him to play Quidditch for Gryffindor, but Albus had refused. He did like the sport, but during his school days, he was busy participating in international tournaments.... As well as keeping Aberforth in check as the only person who could make him listen back then. He also had many expectations even back then, and worked hard to live up to them.

Just like Harry, you carried out those responsibilities well, eh? Champion of the International Youth Competition, Winner of the Constable Dueling Tournament, Youngest Winner of the Wizarding Schools Potion Championship, Wizarding Schools Charming Challenges, Wizarding Schools Defensive Skill Contests, and Decisive Conqueror of the Flying Race Among Internationally Acclaimed Schools...... But unlike Harry, you were way too arrogant and your brilliance became the downfall of Ariana. Harry is currently the only student whose gifts match yours when you too were a student..... But even though you're know his father, you haven't been fully honest with him, have you? You haven't told him about Gellert, but you know you have to.... Why delay the inevitable?

Albus gave a weary sigh as the mental voice in his head kept pestering him to reveal the truth. 

It wasn't that Albus was afraid that Harry would reject him. But it was the fact that while talking about Gellert, Albus would inevitably have to bring up exactly why Harry at certain times reminded him not only of himself as a student but also Gellert at the same age. 

It would be too much information. And Albus believed Harry should take it slow. His pace is remarkable, but pushing him too much was the last thing Albus wished.

Anyway, Harry played brilliantly and Albus couldn't help but smile. In addition to Quidditch being a source of fun for Harry, Albus supported Harry in Quidditch partially because it would also help in some aspects of his training by conditioning his body and preparing it for the trials he would have to go through, particularly flying combat and reinforcement through precise Aurology. But that would come later..... 

That said, he had told Harry about the ways Quidditch could help him and had given him exercises to perform before Quidditch practices so the experience achieved when flying would be more useful. Such exercises included the magical refinement exercises he had learned from an ancient guru in the Kingdom of Bhutan while mastering magical reinforcement and the lost physical exercises that Quidditch back in his days used to do before matches.

Now that Ronald had passed, it was time to fulfill his promise to Harry.

He had him call the youngest Weasley boy for coaching and advice, and displayed properly the combat techniques that he was able to apply even to Quidditch, especially defensive maneuvers that would be most useful for flying. It was also at that moment that Albus began teaching his apprentice the broomstick combat techniques. He did give him some fatherly help and advice on how to improve his Quidditch efficiency, but he primarily taught him the flying techniques that could be used in battle. And Harry, as he had expected, was quickly adapting to flying while dueling, and was even developing alterations for Quidditch. Truly.... His prominent gifts must include flying.

Harry was currently playing against Ronald, acting as a Chaser to help improve Ronald's ability to anticipate unique patterns of enemy Chasers. And Ronald was doing well, much better than before.

At first, he had been excited to hear that Albus would be helping him, but that excitement was quickly suppressed with utter shock and brief despondency at the ease and skill with which he and Harry performed on a broom, especially when Harry managed to deliver such a decisive victory against him thanks to being able to apply Albus's techniques well, making use of feints and sudden aggressive techniques to deliver a 10-0 victory. Needless to say, Ronald needed plenty of encouragement to regain his spirit. 

Afterwards, though, he had become determined not to disappoint, and Albus was pleased to see he was improving by leaps and bounds. He was able to apply the defensive and body-control techniques Albus had taught him into his Keeper style with adequate skill and quickly advanced to where Albus had him fly while dueling Harry, beneficial for them both as Ronald would be able to develop his skills in fighting especially while flying, which was a notoriously difficult feat, and Harry would have an actual sparring partner. And though Ron lost pretty easily, he was valiant and eventually became a decent flying combat partner.

He gave an approving smile as Harry finally ended the match with only 2 goals getting in. Both of them had improved greatly.

"Now Ronald..... The most important thing that you should know as a Quidditch Player..... Is self-confidence. Never ever fall victim to your competitors attempts to scare you. Prove that you are worthy. Display your spirit. And never..... Ever..... Compare yourself to others.... Rivalry and competition can be a drive.... But you must never let inferiority get to you. Be yourself! Believe.... In yourself.

Ronald had given him a grateful smile as he accepted it. Albus watched as Harry gently and brotherly patted Ronald as they left his office with a smile. 

Ronald had feelings about being inferior, he knew that, but he also hoped he had helped in covering any self-depreciation he felt.....

After all, Albus had had plenty self-depreciation in his life and had known people who suffered from it. He was also aware of just how ruthless and detrimental he could be....

He hoped that he would be better, as did he hope for young Harry and Ronald. 

He gave a melancholic sigh.... The burdens of power and wisdom.....

Albus was surveying the reports given to him by Percy, Kingsley, Amos, Cedric and Nymphdora when Harry entered his office with what seemed to be a bit of a hurry. "Ah Harry my son! What can i do for you in this evening? As far as i remember, our training isn't-"

"It's not about training.... We need to talk..... Father.... Seriously...." Harry had spoken the words with such seriousness, even somewhat panicking, that Dumbledore had quickly discarded his jolly attitude. "You alright, son? What is it?"

Harry had looked at the reports, though. "I take it Percy is doing well? Miss Weasley has been worried sick about him ever since you said he's joined the Order but didn't say what he's doing. Secrecy and all...." Albus had chuckled. "Yes... He's doing perfect, actually."

"Good to hear..... But enough of that..... You see... Father.... Ever since your class that had Colin Creevey asking you to teach them more advanced skills so they could help against Voldemort, things have gotten rather intense about the fact that you're teaching them more than they would get, but wouldn't teach them direct and really advanced skills." Albus couldn't help the surprise. Had it really spread that soon and so far that Harry felt the need to tell him about it.

"And now.... Hermione and Ron.... They've been suggesting..... That i teach them. All of them. What i learned from you. And apparently, the students that want to fight are definitely more than both of us expected. Ever since then, even students from other Houses have been suggesting i put together a group that Ginny and Hermione had affectionately named as Dumbledore's Army." Albus needed a few moments to process that, really.....

Dumbledore's Army.... Were they really intent on helping against Voldemort? But no..... Albus was only taking Harry in because he knew Harry had long lost any choice he had but to fight.... But to take in that many students.... How could he even consider doing that? Placing a head on his forehead, Albus asked "How..... Many students are asking that? And which age group is more prominently asking?"

"Well.... Approximately.... 75...... And it's balanced.... Both the third to fourth year and five to sixth as well as even seventh years are spread.... I don't think i could keep them much longer.... What should we do? Ron and Hermione, Fred and George, and perhaps Neville and Luna may have the qualifications..... But Colin.... And Ginny.... They're- They shouldn't be doing this...." Albus gave a heavy sigh.

"I see..... Then..... Tell them that they should discuss it at the Hog's Head Inn. I'll come there myself to..... Decide the next best course of action. Feel free to tell them that i wished to put into consideration their spirit and determination if it helped.... In the next Hogsmade visit." Harry nodded warily and immediately left to carry out his instructions.

Now alone, Albus let out a wary sigh. What was he supposed to do now? He couldn't let his students participate in battle..... They were not ready. But at the same time, leaving them to be more and more determined wouldn't be wise. First thing, he would need to see for himself just how determined they are.

And so the day came for the next Hogsmade visit. Albus did not waste any time and quickly entered the Hog's Head Inn.

"What brings you here, Albus? Thought you'd be at your school?" Aberforth asked with his usual deadpan attitude. Sighing, Albus cast charms that would repel anyone with any ill-intentions against him out. He then explained to his brother exactly what brought him there.

"Well..... So Harry is currently dealing with a pack of ambitious students who seem to want to be heroes? Maybe we should show them exactly how heroes are made, Albus?" Aberforth said cynically as Albus gave a weary sigh.

Right.... That was how they became heroes, didn't they? It wasn't through ability or intelligence alone. It was through sweat, tears, blood, and the sacrifice of many. Albus may have had the worst of it but he knew Aberforth bore scars of his participation in the war with Gellert, Voldemort, and the world wars.

When the children finally arrived, they immediately started insisting that they be given a chance to help, stating they knew the risks and were ready to risk their lives for the greater good. Harry, Hermione, and Ronald were trying their best to keep them from getting too far, but Albus saw he needed to step in.

"SILENCE!" Albus bellowed as his experience with wandless magic made it easy to perform an Amplification Charm so strong as to drown out the collective students before him and cover the entire bar, with Aberforth and Harry having to use protection charms to muffle the intensity of the scream as the students jabbed at their ears in pain.

"Now..... Are you truly expecting me to arm you? Turn you into soldiers? I'm afraid that will never happen. It should never happen, in fact. I am getting more involved because i understand the need to defend, but not support any reckless attempts. Bravery and valiance is important. Loyalty, as well..... And i am honored.... That you all would choose the name Dumbledore's Army.... But you must realize that the path before you isn't set just because Voldemort has returned. There are far more things in life than just a Dark Lord's terrible actions. In fact, despite being the leader of the rebellion against Gellert Grindelwald, i still made an effort to be an active professor. So don't let your determination get the best of you. Be reasonable." Albus stated with a melancholic smile as the children started to show some doubts. It was true.... Even in war, humanity and happiness is important, because it keeps him and all those he lead human and able to show mercy and reason and thus be better than the enemies they are fighting. "But seeing your drive and determination, i think you all have proven you deserve a chance." At that, all the students looked hopeful.

"As such.... I will allow you to host Dumbledore's Army..... BUT..... Don't expect there to be any tasks and missions you will lead against Lord Voldemort. You are STUDENTS..... Not warriors. Perhaps you may be needed in the future, but i will do my best to ensure you can enjoy your life in Hogwarts the best i can. There may be small tasks, but Dumbledore's Army will be primarily focused on learning how to defend yourself. Do you understand?" 

In the end, the compromise was agreed. Harry would teach them skills, having volunteered himself as he knew he had many concerns and thus wouldn't be able to teach them too deeply. Albus would give him the curiculums based on their level, which he had insisted despite the protests of Mister Creevey. At the end of the week, Albus would review their growth and give them advice. 

As he returned to his office, he sighed gravely as he turned to look at Harry. "Harry.... Yet again.... I must ask too-" "Don't mention it. After all, you taught me so i can help people and make the world a better place. This is a step towards that, as small as it is." Albus gave a sad smile. "Yes.... I wish you luck.... For Mister Creevey and his year, you should give them runic talismans and books..."

After discussing the appropriate knowledge to be bestowed upon them, Albus watched Harry leave with a heavy heart.

Children..... He hoped they would survive.....

But just how many of them will? Despite his best efforts?

"WHAT!? T-This can't be! Percy, Fred, and George are of age, yes, Ronald is pretty experienced, but Ginny!?" Molly had yelled as Albus sighed heavily. He was currently hosting another meeting with the rest of the Order.

"This can't go on, Albus..... Students shouldn't be fighting at all!" Minerva had insisted with clear shock and concern. Even Severus was looking concerned.

"I know.... But alas.... My experiences have taught me that leaving youngsters to carry on with their desires is NOT a right solution. They can be desperate, and overwhelmed by a desire for power. I already experienced and failed many students like that before, the Death Eaters being sad, living proofs." Albus said wearily. 

"So the compromise is that they will be taught to fight when necessary, but i will take measures so that they would not get out of control. I'll keep their impulses at bay. Harry is helping as well." "Well, i actually think we should help them! Not get them into the field yet, but perhaps teach them how to perform when necessary! How about we send in a skilled individual among us? Harry is an exceptional student, but he still has his own studies and life.... He'll need assistance...."

"I think.... That i and Alice should go.... After all, we have gotten back into shape, and as highly respected members of the community, we have more of a chance to make it look like we're trying to be involved in Neville's life." Frank stated as Alice nodded firmly. Albus could detect pride in them, especially as their son was fighting. 

"Agreed.... But you also have your duties..... So we'll alternate.... Alastor..... Molly.... Sirius, and Severus should be additional reserves whenever necessary. In fact, Molly would like a front-row place to educate her children, am i not wrong?" Molly sighed heavily.

"Alas.... There is no easy way out.... They NEED to learn..... All we can do is respect their decisions and do the best we can in supporting them."

With that, Dumbledore's Army gained new mentors.

Albus had made sure to make it secretive, ensuring that the Ministry would never be able to find out about the group. He established portable portals to the Room of Requirement for the students to use in the form of multiplex enhanced coins that can be used to both alert whenever the time for a meeting is there, and also grant them instant access to the room. The educators would arrive via a portal as well. Portals are much safer than any transportation because the Ministry can watch. He maintained and created these spatial gates using his own power.

Fortunately, it seemed he was right in bringing in experts and adults. From Harry's reports, Molly had immediately proven her strictness by making sure her children remained in line with the learning ways, Alastor was being a strict but reasonable teacher, Sirius was developing a proper uncle relationship with Harry, Frank and Alice were happily connecting with their son, and Severus was being practical and as fair as you can expect. 

Honestly..... Albus didn't expect things to be this much when he first displayed how Tom had truly returned, but he supposed this serves to humble and remind him that for all his extraordinary power and wisdom, he can't foresee everything. Harry certainly surprised him multiple times, made him alter his plans, and at the end, Albus supposed Harry had changed him. 

Previously, he didn't act too much and acted as if he was complacent, preferring to be subtle. But now.... Harry seemed to be bringing back the side of him that wanted to be active and directly change the world and the people..... Except, that old, foolish young man wanted change by intellectually supporting tyranny in the name of the Greater Good. Now, that side of him was tempered but efficient. Truly, Harry had changed him.

And he couldn't be more proud of his son..... After all any parent would want their children to be better than they were.

Alas, Albus's excellent mood was put to a sudden abrupt end, replacing it with the grimness of reality.

It first started out when Draco Malfoy insulted Neville by accident about ST Mungo, resulting in Neville attacking Draco and beating him, Crabbe, and Goyle down with all the skills he had learned. A part of Albus felt honestly impressed to see Neville's growth. To think that the formerly timid boy was now a truly fierce lion with astonishing magical skills that would be surpassed only by Harry..... In fact, while Neville wasn't the Chosen One, Albus had realized from his observations of Neville's training that he possessed a remarkable amount of strong magical energy. Yes.... He could exceed Hermione... Even now, he was steadily catching up to her....

Nevertheless, Albus felt shock and disgust overwhelm him when he saw such a thing, and did not disagree of Neville's harsh put-down. He added an additional 50 House Points taken from Slytherin and as Alice and Frank was there when Severus arrived, they quickly gave him such a glare that even he backed off.

Then, he found Luna Lovegood's belongings hided by her fellow Ravenclaws in what appears to have been a repeat of the same thing. Albus had not wasted any time and had immediately summoned all the belongings and then went to the Ravenclaw Common Room and disciplined the Ravenclaws for their treatment of their own.

"We must be united! Not trying to bully or harm our fellow's feelings! Do you not see that despite it all, Miss Lovegood never reported to the staff! She was always patient! Tolerating! And you trampled on her kindness." Albus finished coldly as he addressed the nervous Ravenclaws.

"Now, professor.... I think you're going too far.... They just don't believe like i and my father do-" Albus held a hand to silence Luna as she tried to come to her friends defenses. "See!? She defended you all! Despite all you put her through, she still believed you were just misguided! Now.... I think you should know that a decent amount of what Xenophilius Lovegood believed are in fact correct. No one is perfect! Not even me. If you discriminate and isolate your fellow for believing, then how are you better than Slytherins who you despise!?" Albus finished with a bellow as all the Ravenclaws started to feel guilty.

"Reflect on those words..... And do better. Not because i asked you to, but because i've just pointed out the hypocrisy of your ways." With that, he turned and left the Common Room.

For a few days, things seemed to be getting better. Luna was now being treated as a peer not just by her fellow Ravenclaws, but even other Houses now treated her fairly and friendly. He even received a letter from Xenophilius thanking Albus for defending the dignity and honor of Luna and himself, along with an offer for a transfer of money. Albus had just smiled and stated it was his pleasure to help and instead asked him to print special editions for the Quibbler. The Daily Prophet was refusing to write anything discriminative about him because they were aware just how many disapproved with Fudge, but they wouldn't write for him either. So he decided to take an alternative approach and throw Xenophilius a popularity boon.

And Xenophilius was happy and eagerly asked when. Albus had said simply that it would be during Valentine.

After all, it would be quite humorous to see Harry transition from being an awkward romantic to a firm speaker of truth.

But trouble came again during the Quidditch match between Gryffindor and Slytherin. After Harry had won the match quite decisively, with Ronald easily shrugging off the Slytherins attempt to make his morale low due to his encouragement and applying all that he had learned to flawlessly catch all the throws, Draco had then insulted Arthur and Molly, causing Ron, Fred, and George to go ballastic and Harry having to step in to stop them.

But then Malfoy mocked Harry about his parents.... And had even cast a spell against him!

But Harry quickly displayed just how far he had came. Draco had learned, but Harry was now at an entirely different level. Even when the rest of the Slytherins entered, Harry blasted them all away and beat Malfoy to an inch of his life, causing approval from everyone, even fellow Slytherins, as they jeered at the isolated group of supremacists.

That said, Albus wouldn't have Harry murdering Draco. And when Harry didn't stop and had started levitating him, Albus had immediately interfered, using Aurology to amplify his speed so fast that he could dodge a lightning bolt, instantly covering the distance between him and Harry by jumping and then blasting him and the Weasleys away as they kept attacking Mister Malfoy with his wandless magic.

"ENOUGH! Go to Professor McGonagall's office. Now!" Albus yelled as he let out a sigh and treated Draco and the Slytherins wounds. 

Albus could understand Harry's reaction. He still remembered how his brother would snap and attack people who made laugh of their complicated familial life.... But it was still extreme. Even Aberforth never went as far as attempting to kill, while Harry seemed unreasonable.

Afterwards, Albus had summoned Harry. "Father-" "I don't want to hear your excuses... Yes.... I understand..... Mister Malfoy insulted your parents.... But do you know the ultimate, true lesson, that i believe you must learn? It's being BETTER than your enemies. If you sink as low as they did by resorting to violence when they insulted you rather than playing it subtle and aiming not for revenge or personal vendetta, but for the fulfillment of justice, than you cannot be called a hero.... Because you are falling to the same lengths as your enemies does at the slightest provocation. Life.... For people like us is hard. I've experienced this many times over.... But in the end.... I have held firm to my humanity and morals. I wish to teach you to do the same."

Harry had looked so ashamed of himself that Albus felt pity for his son. And then it hit him. In order to better connect to Harry, shouldn't he reveal specific parts of his family's history? No.... Harry was a Dumbledore now.... So it was only right that he learned it. "Harry.... I am going to tell you.... The secret that my family have long since buried with me and my brother as the only survivors... Until you entered the Dumbledore Family. I must ask you to tell this only to the people you trust most.... Do you understand?" Harry had looked relieved that Albus was forgiving that he nodded.

"When i was seventh, i was already displaying an outstanding talent for magic. My parents were happy. They were proud of me when i used magic and was even able to engage with older wizards and witches and have them teach me..... But it was when i was nine that tragedy struck. My sister was attacked by Muggles for displaying magic at the age of five." Albus waited for Harry's reaction, and he was indeed genuinely horrified already. There was still a lot, though, and not all would be revealed now. "My father, in his rage, murdered the children who did it and was sentenced to Azkaban for life.... We couldn't tell the Wizengamot why.... Because.... My sister had became an Obscurial, a feared, rare form of wizards whose magic would express themselves in the most dangerous of ways. Had she been revealed, she would have been immediately killed or placed in ST Mungos for life..... So we sacrificed Percival Dumbledore for my sister.... And before we continue, i ask you..... Do you think my father was right? Would you agree that his actions were too short-sighted? That he should have stayed rather than sacrificing himself for something as worthless as revenge? It didn't bring my sister back to normal."

"I..... Naturally, i do sympathize with your- No.... Grandfather's actions. But.... You're right..... I can't condone it. Murdering children no matter what.... And abandoning your family for revenge.... It just isn't right." Albus had gave a sad laugh. "Forgive me.... It's just.... Even now, i still feel a familiar, though greatly lessened, bitterness towards his actions.... But back to the history.... Afterwards, my mother moved us to Godric's Hollow. She spent a year teaching us about secrecy.... We were never the same again.... And it began a long, painful process of decay....." 

"When it was my time to enter Hogwarts, i became a student with a determination to be better, learn how to redeem my family's name, and cure my sister. And as you already know, i highly excelled. I was the best student Hogwarts had ever seen. I won many tournaments and learned magics beyond most from far older experts of magic, the most notable magical names of the time, and my connections expanded. I never forgot about my sister, and i tried to find a cure..... But in time, i began to be swayed by my fame and my brilliance.... Which is why i believe you're better than me. I learned to be better than my demons after a long, painful couple of years.... But you always grappled with your demons. Never succumbed to it....."

"When my brother joined in, i tried my best to be there for him. I practically had to drag him to keep studying rather than spending his time dueling, and i beat him down numerous times whenever he got out of control.... Which was when Percival Dumbledore was insulted.... And my sister was suspected. He got better gradually, and though he was gruff, i was able to get him to listen. Among the very few who could, but i do not blame him. He, like i, was greatly shaken and forced into changing and adapting, growing much faster than we should have.... Which is why i wanted you to enjoy your life..... Being too brilliant easily can be a source of arrogance, after all...."

Harry was hearing all this with what appears to be understanding of his sudden strictness and a determination to be better. Eventually, he said "I'm sorry that i probed those scars..... And i promise i'll be better. You won't regret making me your son, Father." Albus had just gave a sad but genuine smile as he patted Harry.

"Don't worry about it..... Now.... While there are certain parts i cannot reveal yet.... I think you should know.... How my mother died and my sister suffered. You see.... The Obscurus of an Obscurial is a dark parasite, a dark twin that corrupts one's magic, leaving attempting to call upon it as an extremely dangerous effort. But even simply living with it is also a danger to the people around them. At a certain stage, she may have been cured..... But alas.... Her surroundings weren't kind. My mother was strict to her, despite her well-intentions, and i wasn't exactly the best brother, so immersed in my misguided attempts to create a cure while slowly being twisted by the fame that i had that i chose neglecting her for saving her, never realizing that i could have saved her simply by showing her love. My brother loved her, yes, but he was just a single person. Her pain grew as her isolation and trauma left her scared. She was sweet and calm whenever she was sane, but when she wasn't, her magic would explode. The darker she grew, the closer she came to death. But as her death neared, her strength grew..... Eventually.... My mother..... Died at the hands of my own sister." Harry was looking so empathetic, so sad despite none of it being his fault and how Harry wouldn't be learning the exact extent of just how far he had screwed up, that Albus felt greater pain than just recalling it. It was like when he manipulated Harry.... All over again....

"And that wasn't the end of it. Like i said, an Obscurus is effectively a dark, deep, lethal poison. Her magic was killing her..... And.... I think i don't need to tell you exactly what happened, do i, Harry? She died..... While i vainly searched for a cure, not discovering or even attempting to be a devoted brother, she died because i didn't love her enough...." Albus placed his hands at his face at that. It had always haunted his nightmares whenever he had them. Nightmares that started out as remembering her as angrily blaming him for her death, causing him sleep deprivation during his travels. And these days... Those nightmares became mixed with his grief and guilt of failing as a teacher and leader... The ghosts of the fallen would beg for help with Albus unable to save them and then Ariana would scream at him for being a failure.

"In the end, Harry.... That was what came out of my foolish search for power and knowledge in the hope of redeeming my family name and saving my sister.... I achieved the former goal, but i failed miserably in saving Ariana..... And that was when i had learned the bitterest lesson of all..... Power..... Can't achieve everything. Can't bring happiness. Can't always solve your problems. Power can even harm your loved ones if you aren't careful. You can be the greatest, the strongest, but strip away at all the greatness.... And a man who has failed numerous times.... That.... Is what i am. I succeeded only when the world was at it's extreme, but i was too far-sighted..... So don't be like that.... Don't use your power for revenge or believe you can protect everyone just because you have power.... I don't want you to be like that.... Please understand..... Power can be corrupting. It can save lives, but it can also just as easily destroy them. In fact, i've found that it's much more in line with one another.... Saving others and killing enemies.... We kill to save many others.... For heroes like us... Such is the saddest truth. In order to protect those closest to us, we have to take arms and fight, causing other people suffering as well. In fact.... Harry.... I came to realize that the wicked deserves a few tears, no matter how dark they were.... Because in my opinion, the greatest tragedy is loneliness. And the spirits of the Death Eaters.... My failures.... Will forever more be scorned, never mourned. No matter what they did, no matter the suffering they inflicted..... I still believe they are worth remembering as the students who once walked these hallowed halls of learning.... So is Tom...." 

"So what i am telling you, Harry.... Is you must learn to give second chances, be forgiving, and never succumb to lust for revenge. Choose justice..... Retain your humanity.... Do you understand?" Harry nodded softly, looking utterly ashamed of himself in a way that no longer related to him, but rather the realization that he had done a wrong thing.

Good..... Because if he's learned one thing from Gellert, it's that the best lesson must come from the harsh, cold truth. No matter how painful it is....

Things were progressing smoothly afterwards for quite some time.... Harry, Ron, Fred, and George were punished with detention by Minerva, but she sent them straight to him, and Albus was happy to help them learn. The detention lasted for the half of the year.... And Albus had made sure to help the four students before him the best he could.

With Ronald, he kept insisting that Ronald had his own gifts and worthiness, bringing up his ability to play chess, which he attributed to his outstanding talent for thinking outside the box. He also gave him books detailing strategies and examples of how unorthodox geniuses succeeded. For Fred and George, Albus gave them business advice, telling them to also focus on selling items that can truly save people. And they were happy to learn and use his advice.

Albus also focused on Harry's training, and he was progressing quite well. Right now, he is surely capable of defeating a decent number of lesser Death Eaters, and even someone of Bellatrix and Dolohov's level would have trouble against him. His versatility was allowing him to expand his fighting style, incorporating magics rare among young wizards and witches.

And ever since his heartfeit confession, Harry was learning to temper his emotions well. So much so that Albus was beginning to consider teaching him Occlumency. After all, if Tom was going to find out the connection between them, Harry needed to learn protection.

But alas.... Fate had forced his plans to move forward greatly....

When Harry had barged into his office in a hurry, Ronald, Ginny, Fred, and George following suit, and stated "Professor.... Mister Weasley.... He's been attacked by a snake!"

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Albus Dumbledore grimly watched as the Crystal Ball he used depicted Arthur being carried away by Percy, as he was alerted by the Patronus he sent to him. He was also paying attention to the other Crystal Ball, which depicted the Hall of the Prophecy, and gave a sigh of relief that it was safe. It seemed that Arthur had been bitten by Nagini, meaning he would need extensive treatment. Fortunately, Percy was his inside man, so he was able to get him to give first-aid treatment. Now Albus needed to get to the Grimmauld Palace immediately, so he could finish Arthur's treatment. He had seen after all that he wouldn't last much longer.

Divination was the lesser of Albus's abilities, but he was competent enough to watch over events using special mediums like Crystal Balls and Water. As he was not a Seer, Albus had focused on the more local forms of Divination rather than attempting to master the ability to see the future. He used this at certain occasions. There existed wards and spells able to neutralize such sight, as Gellert, being a Seer who actually knew proper Divination, applied to ensure any attempt to spy on him would be futile, but neither Voldemort or the Ministries of Magic in the world would think to cast them. 

Now..... Albus turned his attention to the children before him. "Listen closely.... I am going to take you all into Grimmauld Palace. Percy is there as well, and i think your mother too. But i must ask you to be silent. I will operate on your father the best i can, but i need you to remain calm. I promise i'll save Arthur."

With that, Albus opened a portal and walked through it, not even looking back to see if the children followed him and quickly reaching the room where he had Sirius reserve for treatment, being that they couldn't rely on ST Mungo and had to rely on themselves whenever treatment was necessary, with Fudge still being persistent in incriminating him.

Albus swiftly opened the drawer containing the numerous healing potions and herbs of the highest quality. He started by applying Dittany upon all the spots Arthur was injured before quickly applying the wound-halting potions and blood-restoration potions to prevent him from losing any more blood and replenishing his blood supply. With the potions administered, the next stage was to use magic to heal him.

50 Minutes passed as Albus cast healing spells repeatedly and drew upon runes to speed up the healing, slowly but surely closing the wounds. There was a bit of a hiccup when Arthur started bleeding again, but Albus had quickly covered that by casting a healing spell designed to stop all bleeding and then applying the cure for the venom of Nagini after brewing the potion. Truly.... The level of skill and knowledge as well as the means needed to shorten the process of making potions..... It was a complex skill.... But in this case, hasty measures were required. While Albus had long since mastered the magics of healing enough to perform complex surgeries, it wasn't exactly easy.

After 10 minutes more, finally Arthur was healed externally, leaving only the internal damage he suffered. Letting out a breath as half the operation was over, Albus cast the spell to reveal any internal damage. "Venenum quamlibet obscurum est, lumen, vel unicum radium, pungere poterit. Praesta damnum ut infectum fieri possit! " Numbers surrounded Arthur's body as the Arithmancy spell he cast examined the damage. After a few moments, a hologram was displayed, revealing there was indeed some venom that managed to get inside. Fortunately, it seemed the corruption was little despite Nagini's nature as a Horcrux. "Sanandi causa, omnem corruptionem in hoc corpore dissolvo!" The light spell quickly worked it's effects as the dark cloud in Arthur's magical core as well as the damage his body suffered slowly but surely healed. He kept reciting the same incantation until finally all traces of internal damage was undone and removed. Letting out a deep breath, Albus brewed a magical energy replenishing potion, as his body was spent fighting the poison from killing him, and that concluded the surgery. He would live.

He quickly gave the Weasleys the good news and Molly was utterly relieved and crying while Percy looked like he had been suffering a very nasty illness as he was pale with worry. The others also weren't much better, but at least it was over. That said, he noticed Harry was distant, clearly still haunted by the dream. 

He would have reached out to his boy quickly, but he needed to give the Weasleys an exact explanation.... So he told them the estimated length of time Arthur needed to recover, the ways to ensure his recovery is maximized, and the drinks he needed to take in the process. 

With that done, Albus sighed as he rested. He truly was getting old..... His magic was still extraordinary, but he could feel his body and energy weaken as the years passed slowly. He would still be more than a match for Voldemort, but it was still rather weary for his body to use the highest level of magics, as his body had long since went past his prime and his energy reserves, speed, and stamina had been reduced. The decades of war remained firm, his knowledge remained as great as ever, his intelligence was as sharp as ever, but even the great Albus Dumbledore was not immune to the effects of aging. Aberforth and Newt likewise had gotten weaker, so while they retain much of their skill and remained exceptionally formidable, the effects age was having was still evident. Newt had retired from war after marrying Tina and while he did teach children dueling basics and continued to handle creatures, so his skill were rustier than Aberforth's. Fortunately, it seemed that being involved with Harry was allowing him to regain his bearings. For the past 4 years, he's been using more arcane magic than he ever did, stretching his magic to sufficient levels as he cast spells beyond just simple spells he used in his everyday life. Age really was affecting him, not just mentally but also magically and physically, but he supposed it was more because ever since his life-and-death struggle with Gellert, he hasn't really had a worthy opponent to use all that he could. He did defeat Death Eaters and rout Riddle numerous times, but none of his struggles ever matched that particular battle. He was getting rusty until Harry brought him along..... 

In the end, his time would be the past, and Harry would be the "Next Merlin" as everyone put it.... He could only hope he remain well enough to fulfill all his visions.

After resting surprisingly well, Albus finally decided to confront Harry about the events of the last night. He found him arguing with Sirius about the vision he had, with Sirius assuring Harry that he was a great man and that he shouldn't be kicking himself especially as his vision saved Arthur.

When Sirius had left, Albus entered the room. "You alright, Harry?" Harry jumped as Albus gave him a fatherly smile. "I-I'm fine.... But not really.... That vision..... I was the snake, like..... I-" "Harry.... Ever since Voldemort failed to kill you, a connection was made between you two. Do you remember when i said he's given you certain parts of himself? Among those included the ability to see his thoughts..... And i suppose, given the fact that you and him had some similarities, you would be able to understand him better than most."

Harry sighed wearily as he nodded. "But.... We'll need to limit his access to your mind as well..... I've been seeing your progress in controlling your emotions.... And i think you're ready for the next step..... I will be teaching you the magical art of Occlumency, the skill that will allow you to protect your mind from any attempts to invade it by Voldemort. In order to do this, you'll need extraordinary willpower and great mental control. I will not be taking your training time, so we'll be having two classes per week." 

Harry looked shocked but nodded firmly, and Albus gave him a gentle pat in the shoulder. "But! That doesn't mean you can't enjoy your holidays.... I will give you a.... Temporary reprieve, along with a rather easy homework to.... Teach your classmates for 2 weeks before we continue your training. And i think.... That you should also be more sensitive towards Ginny's feelings..... As she has been possessed before, it's quite natural she'll be concerned and anxious. So be considerate, please.... After all, i would hate to have you two break up.... She'll make a decent wife for you in the future, son!" 

With that, Albus walked away as Harry yet again blushed madly, keeping a smirk on his face at the familiar sight. 

And the rest of the holiday proceeded smoothly. He gave Percy a few days of respite to enjoy the company of his family before returning to duty, and regularly checked on Arthur's progress, insisting that Molly not pay him as they already had minimal money. He also watched Harry as he taught Ginny, Hermione, Ron, Fred, and George, and was pleased to see that he was able to defeat them in single duels with ease and even take them all on at the same time for quite some time. That said, the four were determined to improve and steadily managed to fare better against Harry in single combat. He also noticed Harry had a clear talent for teaching as well, especially as he was able to even make Fred and George attentive and he could teach fairly advanced skills. 

Albus couldn't be more proud of his son. He was doing well...

And when the time came for Harry to finally learn Occlumency, he fared better than Albus had expected. He was able to resist Albus's casual attempts to penetrate his mind by following Albus's instructions. In order to master Occlumency for your character, it is best to use your strong heart to control your emotions and fortify your mind. Channel upon your feelings of love and care for your friends. Your happy memories, like the Patronus Charm, but be subdued. Don't let it control you. Instead, master it and bend your emotions to your will, and a wall will be created, which even Voldemort would not be able to penetrate."

But it was still a work in progress. Harry was still prone to letting up as he was being exposed and channeling his happy emotions. It was an unorthodox way to learn how to protect the mind, after all. Usually, Occlumency was mastered by controlling the emotions completely. But for Harry's level, he needed to be able to compartmentalize first, which was difficult for him.

That said, Harry was determined to improve, and by the end of the holiday, Harry had been able to block a decent amount of his Legilimency assaults, while clearly having improved in his ability to control his emotions. Yes.... Perhaps the day where Harry would learn to control his emotions entirely and master more efficient Occlumency would come sooner than his expectations.

Albus had also began teaching Harry Aurology Reinforcement. It was an exceedingly advanced and complicated technique that was useful but dangerous. Albus remembered when he studied it that nearly all his fellow students suffered internal injuries from failing at their early attempts. But mastering it was highly worth it. Albus still remembered the many times he had to enhance his body to achieve many of his great feats in the field of battle during the war with Gellert and the Great War before it. Although easily the battle where he applied it the most was against Gellert in their final duel. It had been crucial for both him and Gellert to fight in the battlefield of that last battle, especially as they were both dueling with all their might, forsaking any and all code in their battle to see whose beliefs would be victorious.... It was called the greatest duel because it lasted for 3 hours, with both of them giving it their best as they used magics beyond even the word extraordinary and fought each other with the full extent of their magical knowledge, combat experience, and intelligence.... Numerous times Gellert came decently close to winning, until Albus finally won. He was, after all, a shade more skillful, and the Elder Wand didn't do much to amplify Gellert's magic. He was already more powerful than Voldemort even without the Elder Wand, and any boost would have been minimum. In terms of power, perhaps Albus exceeded him a little, but with the Elder Wand, Gellert was his equal..... It wasn't with strength that he won, but with somewhat greater mastery, as well as what he believed to be fighting for a better cause. He sighed softly whenever he recalled that day..... Hopefully, Gellert had regretted his actions while imprisoned in Nurmengard. 

He still remembered even now the moments where he warily carried Gellert's unconscious and defeated body to Nurmengard before closing it off and sealing the castle with nearly impenetrable wards. He had left Gellert with only the power left to kill himself if he could no longer go on, which would also explode the castle. After all, Albus knew he was condemning the love of his life to a fate worse than death, and wished to give him the freedom of a choice: To regret his actions and accept the isolation as his rightful due before ending his own life, or to kill himself immediately in shame and anguish over his final defeat. And as Nurmengard stood tall, and there were rumors Gellert had shown remorse all alone in Nurmengard, Albus hoped that Gellert would be redeemed and able to find peace in the Next Great Adventure. Perhaps.... When Albus finally passed, he would be able to reunite with him, just as he wished to reunite with his family.

They had returned to Hogwarts via the Knight's Bus. Albus had to admit he was impressed that Harry was able to hold on pretty easily whereas all the other student-levels were being tossed away and aside repeatedly. Clearly he had used the Reinforcement technique to remain mostly unfazed.

Yes... He was growing well, and both as a mentor and as a father, Albus couldn't help but be proud.

It seemed that Fudge still won't give up. When the Death Eaters had escaped Azkaban due to the Dementors siding with Voldemort, rather than seeing the truth, he instead blamed it on Sirius, stating that he was the only person to have escaped Azkaban. But while Sirius was strongly considering choking Fudge and assassinating him, Albus just shook his head. That man had believed he was after his job.... He was a fool, but rather pitiable still. And Albus actually even felt a little sorry about him and the fate he would soon suffer. Like he had said to Harry before, there was no greater tragedy than having a person, no matter how wicked, be cast aside entirely in history, forgotten and un-mourned.

That said, he was concerned about Broderick Bode's death. He had been an Unspeakable, and Albus knew he was Imperiused by Lucius to retrieve the prophecy. Apparently, Voldemort was determined to know how to destroy Harry... He shook his head.... Even after all the proof, he still refused to see reality.... It was clearer than ever that Voldemort was becoming more and more desperate for greater ground, especially as Dumbledore had so thoroughly messed up his plans and deprived him of much of the resources he once had.

But that said, when Valentine finally came, Albus had put his plan into motion. He told Harry to go to Madam Pudifoot first with Ginny, stating humorously that valentine should not be spend in a bar but at a true Cafe and Madam Pudifoot's Tea Shop was easily among the most romantic shops. Meanwhile, Albus was already going to Xenophilius, and telling him to wait at the Hog's Head for the interview he would have with Harry and himself.

After a few hours, Harry had arrived at the Hog's Head.... With a surprisingly rather solemn expression.

Albus wanted to question him about what had happened, but first they needed to finish the interview. So he had Xenophilius question Harry about all that he had experienced that night, with Albus providing his own interpretation, which condemned Fudge's callous usage of the Dementor's Kiss against Bartemius Crouch Jr as well as his lack of care for Crouch's death. He had made sure to be professional while also clearly displaying his humanity for greater appeal.

Afterwards, Albus had questioned his son about what had happened. "Well.... Father... It's.... About Cho.... She wants to know about Cedric and what happened that night. Cedric didn't want to tell her. So i told her the best i could, and she thanked me by kissing me in the cheek and then leaving. But then Ginny got cold and asked me if i really liked her back. I said that i did find her attractive and a good woman, but rather than pacifiying her, she just walked away!" Albus let out a heavy sigh at his son's misfortune and awkwardness in romance.

"Harry.... You should have said that you liked her back as well, rather than making praises that any woman would find normal.... And the fact that you clearly didn't react defensively and were perfectly fine with Miss Chang kissing you in the cheek also didn't help matters. You must realize that someone of your fame is surely highly attractive to girls, especially considering that you are quite handsome and charming. Miss Weasley believes she is in for a long competition, and by acting that way, you didn't exactly prove that you liked her back." Harry gave a sigh at that. "Ronald is definitely not going to be pleased...."

Albus had gave a sigh and said "Yes.... Definitely. But do try to repair your relationship with Miss Weasley... After all, a girl like her is quite rare...."

Fortunately, it seemed that Harry managed to make up with Ginny, who was now back to being a devoted girlfriend while Ronald didn't make much mention of the incident, apart from just sighing and telling Harry to make it right. And the next day when the interview was published, needless to say, the entire school welcomed the truth and began selling it even outside the castle halls. Meanwhile, Albus heard that Howlers were sent at the Ministry demanding Lucius Malfoy and Walden Macnair to be send to Azkaban for life. 

Things were getting better with Harry's training as well. Albus had began teaching him proper Occlumency, and he was excelling in it more than he expected. He was able to resist the firmer levels of mental assault. Not nearly at the level of being able to fight off the esoteric applications of Legilimency that he, Gellert, and Voldemort could do, but enough at the time being. 

His magical skills were also continuing to grow. Harry was now able to reach a stalemate with Sirius in the 15 minutes time limit, and Sirius even admitted Harry was very nearly at his level now. His application of his skills were also quite versatile and fluid, and Albus knew he was getting closer to being ready to learn skills on the level of actual runic spells.

Things were moving better than he had expected....

But how long would it remain that way.

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Albus Dumbledore was walking to the Dungeons, hoping to converse further with Severus. Ever since he had seen Lily's memories expressing forgiveness, he had started to change, beginning to award the Houses points and no longer favoring Slytherin as much, and Albus was satisfied with his decision. He regularly counseled and lectured the Head of the Slytherin House on how to improve and be fairer. And he was actually considering having Severus help with Harry's training. He truly wished Severus and Harry would reconcile. Harry didn't have much antagonism, as he did excellently in Potions and only disliked his ways, and with him being better, Harry was willing to allow him the benefit of trust.

Alas, that hope was crushed when he saw Severus furiously marching into his Pensieve.... With Harry inside it. Thinking fast, he immediately blitzed Severus with his amplified speed and reached Harry in time to gently pull him out. His son appeared shocked to the core and was muttering words like James being every bit like what Snape described.

With a sneer and a smirk, Severus had said "Ah Potter..... I see you do recognize your father was an arrogant, lazy, and bullying brat.... I wouldn't ask you whether or not you enjoyed it because i knew you inherited your mother's heart, so i'll tell you this.... Harry Potter.... You are definitely better than your father..... But i'll be honest.... It was the fact that you became a member of the Dumbledore Family that i believed saved-"

"SEVERUS! Enough! Harry.... Come with me..... We'll discuss this at my office." With a shaky nod, Harry walked with him, looking utterly distraught by whatever it was that he saw. And Albus couldn't help the mixed feelings. Looking at a single side, Severus had acknowledged Harry was better than James and he had inherited Lily's kindness and was worthy of being a member of the Dumbledores, but Severus had probed a clearly delicate side to Harry.

When he arrived at his office, Harry had sat and then said "Snape was right.... My father was arrogant, flawed, and he dealt with Snape unfairly..... He didn't deserve to be treated that way..... Even though James Potter is- No.... Was my father. He deserved Snape's resentment..... He-" Albus had sighed.

"Harry..... Your father was human-" "So was you! But you didn't-" Albus had given a sad shake. "Yes.... But remember..... No human is perfect. We make mistakes..... And despite all my power, intelligence, and skills, i am neither omnipotent nor omniscient. I can still struggle and i got this far not by any particularly special power like you had, but with skill, determination, and talent. And you ARE better than your father, better than me..... Don't depreciate your value Harry..... In my opinion, you may well have the potential to surpass me not just in character, but in magic, as well. And i firmly believe you are worthy to inherit that which i shall leave behind for you....."

Harry had just sighed and said "Father.... I think i would request a temporary pause in my Occlumency training. I.... Don't think i am in the right mental condition for tonight's class. For 2 weeks. Shall we replace it with combat training instead?" Albus sighed and nodded. Perhaps combat training with Sirius and Remus would help.

The resulting weeks and Albus had to admit he was impressed with seeing Harry improve despite his burdens. By the end of the second week break like he asked, Harry finally defeated Sirius in a duel and was able to match Remus, all despite being clearly angered at what he believed to be a completely unjustified behavior from them.

Afterwards, it seemed Harry had confided in them about his disillusionment with James and his subsequent deeper endorsement into what he called as the son of Albus Dumbledore and they managed to convince him to not hold it against James, because he stated when he asked about it "I'm more your son than i will ever be James Potter's.... But i realized i still have two rather than just one father..... A flawed yet ultimately redeemed man..... And a wise, old, and good man who wasn't infallible and had failures, but to me, a better man than my biological father ever was." 

Albus's feelings was mixed after that. He was pleased to see Harry admitted that he had flaws but despite that he still loved him like a father..... But at the same time he felt a bit guilty..... James may have been a bully, but he had changed, had redeemed himself, and had been better.... And Albus didn't believe himself to be a better man than James.... After all, he may have been much more outwardly arrogant than he ever was, but he knew James always had the best of intentions. Albus did have them when he was young, but it was twisted by Gellert and failures and tragedies and he only came to his senses when he suffered the greatest tragedy he ever experienced personally.

James didn't deserve to be treated like a second choice by Harry..... Perhaps he would talk to Harry more.....

But for now.... He let him be.

During the next Career Advice, Albus had decided to personally take care of it himself. He asked the Heads of the House to let him be the one who coached the students on the path they wished to take. And he was pleased to see that despite the dark times and the students recent desire to be prepared and armed for the war ahead, many still thought of their futures sufficiently.

Notable examples were Hannah Abbott stating she wished to be a Healer in the future, which Albus encouraged and approved as she had the sufficient degrees in Defense Against the Dark Arts, Herbology, Potions, Charms and Transfiguration. Luna Lovegood dreaming of becoming a Magizoologist as she wished to discover the creatures her father believed existed, which she included by thanking him for the interview as the Quibbler was becoming more famous than the Daily Prophet, Albus kindly encouraging her to excel then in Defense Against the Dark Arts, Charms, Transfiguration, Potions, and practically acquire at least a sufficient degree of skill in the other classes, having seen how a Magizoologist can benefit from mastering them with his and Newt's experience. Perhaps he could have Newt take Luna on as an apprentice in the future.....

Ronald wished to help with his brother's business and Albus humorously gave him books about business and taught him he should have a creative and jack of all stats skillset for that. Meanwhile, Hermione professed she wished to help with improving laws, and Albus gave her books about law and taught her to particularly emphasize on magical history. After all, law and history have a deep connection. Meanwhile, Neville had stated he wanted to be an Auror, and Albus was happy to support him, telling him he had seen his performance in Defense Against the Dark Arts, Charms, Transfiguration, Herbology, and even Potions and knew he had sufficient talent in all of them. Like parent like children.....

The Slytherins were expectedly little, as they made it clear that they still stubbornly held on to their beliefs, but Albus was pleased to see the likes of Daphnee Greengrass, Astoria Greengrass, and a few others attend. Although slow, the process of Slytherins becoming integrated into the rest of the school was proceeding better than his expectations. He hoped they would prove themselves worthy of redemption.

And finally.... Came Harry. Harry had stated that he wished to first become an Auror and help improve it so Aurors would be fully efficient and capable of combating the forces of darkness.. And then... He intended to follow in Albus's footsteps and become the Supreme Mugwump.... As well as the British Minister For Magic. Without even being asked to, Harry already had his eyes set on improving the world in the ways Albus had hoped. He felt happiness and pride beyond anything else at that. He had willingly chosen to bear the burden of leadership and power for the greater good..... 

Likewise, Albus was quite pleased with the progress of the Dumbledore's Army. They were all making decent progress.... While also starting to balance their desire to fight for the Light with their desire for a future of their own. Harry in particular encouraged such development without even being asked, and was reportedly telling everyone that life may be hard, but they must try to find happiness and never give up.

In particular, Molly was starting to truly see the potential and appeal of Fred and George's business future, and she confessed she now saw that they were right and wished to help them. From what he learned, Molly was giving them advices on how to improve their magics and develop new Potions. She was also being attentive towards Ronald and encouraging him in his path, with Fred and George starting to actually teach their younger brother how to work at their shop and promising extra salary if he proved competent enough. Meanwhile, Ginny was seemingly more determined than ever to prove herself to Harry and her improvement was surpassed only by Neville and matched her older brothers and Hermione, who had been supplanted when Neville had managed to defeat Hermione in a well-matched duel contest that Albus saw himself. With Frank and Alice's guidance and Remus's experience with Neville, Neville's growth was now surpassed only by Harry, and he held the record of putting up 7 minutes of a fight against Harry. It was truly amazing, and Harry in particular seemed to see Neville like a little brother and patiently helped and taught him how to improve.

Indeed, Susan Bones had even sent him a letter expressing her gratitude about taking Susan under his wing and teaching her well and expressing her inner support for his valiant struggle against Fudge and Voldemort. Meanwhile, Augusta was in tears as she practically thanked him for all he had done for the Longbottoms.

He was overall pleased that his students were developing well, and hoped they would have a bright future.....

But soon.... Fate would show it's darker hand....

Albus had to admit he was torn between surprise, concern, and yet sympathy..... As Hagrid came to his office, told him he wanted to ask him about something, and took him to the Forbidden Forest.... To see what Hagrid stated to be his half-brother, named Grawp.

Accordingly, it was while he was handling the Giants and keeping the Death Eaters away from them that he saw Grawp and asked Karkus if he could take him to Hogwarts. Karkus had agreed and was actually even glad to see him gone, because he apparently saw him as improperly sized for a Giant.

Thus explaining why Hagrid was filled with cuts and bruises, which he dismissed as being nothing too significant as it was to care for his brother. He also stated his mother had died, but didn't particularly care. Albus had felt a bit sorry for that. His father's death, on the other hand, was devastating to Rubeus.

Nevertheless, now was the time to deal with the issue. Being that Grawp was a Half-Giant, he had to be placed where he couldn't harm anyone.... And also he needed the Centaurs to approve. Fortunately, he was at good terms with them, so he was able to get them to approve. They had agreed after he had shown them the exact place where Grawp would be placed, along with special wards designed to keep them from entering the domain of the Centaurs. 

And with that dealt, came the Ordinary WIzarding Examinations..... 

He watched with pride and amusement as all the students he taught performed admirably in all their exams. Harry did brilliantly, performing at the level of clear Outstanding degree in all subjects. Miss Granger likewise performed admirably, as did Ronald and Neville. Particularly, Harry was able to astonish Griselda Marchbanks and Professor Tofty with his exemplary knowledge that was light years ahead of his level, thanks to being trained by Albus.

That said, there was a bit of sadness as the Slytherins that didn't sign up for his classes weren't as excellent performing. No matter what, it was sad that they wouldn't listen to him yet and that they would be discriminated because of it.

After all.... Albus always felt it whenever he failed as a teacher..... And the Death Eaters were easily among his greatest failures. Tom in particular.....

Like he had said before.... Tom and the Death Eaters, even sadistic people like Antonin Dolohov and Bellatrix Lestrange, were once brilliant, extremely talented students who walked the hallowed halls of Hogwarts, learned from it, and was failed by their teachers and corrupted by the darkness, twisted into beings of malevolence. 

Truly, it was tragedy to see them fall so badly..... 

But Albus couldn't save them... Perhaps he may be able to save a few....

But they would have to wish for redemption.....

And if they wished he would help them.....

He would give them the rightful second chances anyone deserved given that they serve penance for their crimes. Mercy in exchange for a life of atonement.

But would any of them want it?

Would he..... Have to kill them all or condemn them to Azkaban?

Such fates.... But if they didn't want redemption....

Then he had no choice....

Many have said that fate is unpredictable. Even seeing it alone isn't enough to predict the future entirely..... That is true.....

But fate.... Can be changed. A single choice alone could alter everything for years to come....

And now.... The set-up for the star of change that will forever alter Albus Dumbledore and Harry Potter's destiny.... Has come.

Albus Dumbledore was highly shocked, then deeply concerned, as he pondered the situation before him. 

Harry had gone to the Department of Mysteries..... Apparently in order to save Sirius after receiving a vision of Voldemort torturing him, as well as having captured Alice and Frank Longbottom!

It was without a doubt a trap from Voldemort, seeking to lure Harry in order to have his Death Eaters retrieve the Prophecy! 

Albus immediately alerted the others and told them to go to the Department of Mysteries.....

He also warned Sirius against going as he rushed in haste to carry out his final plan.

He had at first intended to have Xenophilius record the inevitable scuffle he will get in with Voldemort. Albus knew Voldemort was impatient, reckless, and thus would eventually break and try to take the prophecy himself.... But never had he imagined Voldemort would go this far.... He supposed he had underestimated Tom. He may have been twisted and warped, his genius clouded, but Tom still carried shades of the man that was once the most brilliant student of his time.

So he retrieved the Lovegood patriach and immediately went to the Ministry. He barely registered himself casting a tracing charm to locate Harry as he rushed to the aid of his son....

When he had found him, he felt relief that Harry and the others were effectively holding their ground. Frank, Alice, and Neville were punishing Bellatrix with rather powerful spells as she struggled to fight all 3 simultaneously, Harry was fighting Yaxley and Lucius, Sirius was dueling Dolohov, and the others were helping making rather swift work of the Death Eaters. 

That said, Albus was not a person to remain idle in battle. Immediately, Albus cast his spell. Desiderium cordis mei, i trames potentiae, quae sola noceat obscuro corde! A deep wave of light knocked down every Death Eater in his path. Albus didn't waste any time, immediately deflecting and retaliating against them as they attacked him. 

It didn't take long before all the Death Eaters were defeated except Bellatrix. Albus then swiftly cast binding spells upon them and made the Dark Mark etch themselves in their face as it depicted how they never repented and were truly Death Eaters, records which Xenophilius dutifully kept safe at the camera Albus had given him as he tended to Luna, who seemed to be hardly injured. In fact, Harry only suffered a few scratches and didn't even seem as fazed as Albus expected despite having just fought two inner-circle Death Eaters. None of the students seemed to be injured much except for minor injuries. 

He breathed a sigh of relief as his students, particularly Harry, was safe....

But alas he forgot about Bellatrix. She suddenly cast a Cutting Curse at Sirius that hit him in the hand, disarming the limb itself as Sirius let out a gritted yell of pain, Harry let out a roar of anger and charged at Bellatrix while Albus tended to Sirius. Swiftly conjuring a new arm for him, Albus hastily went after Harry. 

He found his son in the Atrium, fiercely dueling and holding his own better than he expected against Voldemort's most skillful liutenant. Albus immediately intervened, though, seeing Harry still wasn't capable to defeat someone of Bellatrix's skill. He swiftly pushed her back with a Knockback Jinx so strong it shattered her Shield Charm and threw her to the ground.

But then he sensed a maleficent wave of power... Voldemort! Albus immediately cast a protective bubble around Harry and pushed him away as he turned back to see Voldemort.

"Dumbledore..... I see you've thwarted me for far too long...." "Indeed, Tom.... You have and will never reach the same level of brilliance, power and danger as Gellert Grindelwald ever was, and he fought me to the end and lasted for 3 hours while you only lasted for a few minutes even with me this old." Albus replied back firmly as he held the prophecy in his hand.....

And without any hesitation, he crushed it with his bare hands, causing Tom to scream in anger as he launched the Killing Curse at him. Albus blocked it with the usual trapping technique and then redirected it back at Tom. Tom conjured a silver shield to block the curse before firing several blasts of lightning at him. 

Albus easily wrapped himself in a sphere of wind to block the assault. "Elemental weaknesses, Tom..... Didn't you at least learn that i am a master of the elements after repeatedly engaging me with elemental magic and failing again and again?" Albus mocked as he placed the Elder Wand upon the ground and released an avalanche at the Dark Lord....

When Tom flew to avoid it, Albus was slightly impressed. So he had figured out how to fly? But Albus had to. With a smirk, Albus levitated himself off the ground, enjoying Tom's clear shock as he fired a powerful emerald blast of energy that was a variation of the Killing Curse, but purposefully missed, knowing Tom would not die just by the Killing Curse. Tom had felt the danger, though, and he immediately conjured his silver shield back to deflect the curse. When it missed, he turned at Dumbledore with shock and rage, but Dumbledore didn't act on it. It was only a diversion after all.

Dumbledore non-verbally cast the Lucens Exitium spell as waves upon waves of light bombarded Tom's silver shield, which quickly started cracking. Panicking, his enemy furiously created a shield made out of darkness, but Dumbledore's light kept shining as it began to slowly wear down the darkness, penetrating it. With a snarl, Tom tried to contain the energy by shaping the darkness into an absorbing orb, but Albus had seen this spell before when Gellert cast it to defend himself. Tom, however was no Gellert. Albus thus casually exploded the spell, ending with Tom being thrown back.

Raging, Tom tried to use the same version of the Killing Curse that Albus cast before, but Albus yet again trapped and redirected it back at him. Voldemort warped away and then began creating runic circles around him. With a yell, he launched a powerful beam of darkness. Albus slammed his wand into the ground, creating a protective shield made out of light. At the same time Tom launched his attack, Albus was ready to block it. 

Afterwards, Albus made the next move, creating phoenixes made out of sacred fire. Tom just snarled as he unleashed Fiendfyre upon it, the flames cancelling each other out as eternal fires neutralized each other. Without wasting any time, Tom launched a powerful serpent made out of Fiendfyre at him but Albus casually dissipated it with just a slash of his wand. A mere wave of the hand and Albus redirected the fire back at Riddle. Just as he pushed aside the flames, Albus launched a small spark of lightning that hit his shoulder, causing him to fall back hastily before realizing he had yet again been outpaced. 

With a roar, Riddle yelled "WHY WON'T YOU DIE!?" Albus just sighed. "Alas Tom.... Your delusions have reached the level where salvation and redemption is not an option for you. Were i able to redeem you, i would, but alas..... Your power-lust, your cruelty, and your fear of death has made you suffer a fate far worse than death." "There is nothing worse than death, Dumbledore!" "No... There is.... There are far worse fates than death." 

With that, Albus channeled energy from the ground beneath him, drew water from the Fountain of the Magical Brethren, and summoned a tornado, mixing earth, water, and wind into a single attack as a powerful storm of water-filled debris charged at Voldemort. Voldemort launched fire spells but it was ineffective as the tornado easily repelled them all. Gritting his teeth, Voldemort blasted it with lightning, yet his spell still held firm. Raging, Voldemort created a forcefield of pure energy and managed to block it. With a snarl, Voldemort retaliated with his own elemental storm, mixing fire, lightning, and wind.

Albus shook his head as Voldemort seemed to still not realize how although he had been a worthy opponent, given that no one else could fight him this well, he was ultimately outclassed. He channeled elemental runes to explode the storm before it could hit him, and created from the residual energies ropes that he launched at Voldemort. Voldemort vanished the bindings impatiently and transformed them into snakes, launching them at him. 

Deciding that it was time to end the duel, Dumbledore vanished the snakes while simultaneously manipulating the remaining waters of the Fountain to engulf Voldemort in a cocoon as well as wrapping the ground nearby, creating a double trapping field. Before Voldemort could even break free, Albus performed a complex runic charm spell as quickly as he could, igniting the traps as he drastically increased the pressure of the water and the concentration of hydrogen and oxygen in the air.

As the explosion cleared, with Tom flying back with numerous burns in his body, he disapparated, but no matter. Albus looked at Xenophilius, who had dutifully followed him, and he still had the Deluminator activated to record and release anything in perfect detail. An enchantment that Albus crafted into it.

But then Harry suddenly began convulsing and Dumbledore watched in shock as Harry began placing his head on his mind, clearly being attacked by Voldemort. "Ugh.... He's too strong...." Dumbledore immediately placed his hand on Harry's head. "Fight him, Harry.... Remember.... You have your friends..... You have your teachers..... And you have..... Me." Albus pleaded softly.

As if suddenly remembering something important, Harry clenched his teeth and began struggling more. His pain seems to be suppressed as he yelled out "You're pitiful..... You have nothing.... No friends.... You never knew love, friendship, or true greatness..... As much as i like to hate you, you're nothing but a sorry excuse of a man..... Now.... LEAVE!" 

With a yell, Harry expelled Voldemort as the Dark Lord yelled in anger. Immediately, Albus bansihed Voldemort down with a Banishing Charm and then threw him again with Aurology imparted telekinesis....

Just as Fudge arrived and yelled at the sight. "W-What is this!?" With a snarl, Voldemort left immediately, but it was done. He was seen.....

Turning his head to look at Fudge, Albus shook his head at the sight. Fudge was looking clearly terrified..... He was a fool, but Albus stood by his previous belief that he was a pitiable one who would soon be remembered as the worst of him rather than anything he had did in his life..... It never ceased to be a sad thing to witness for him.

"Fudge.... As you can see, Voldemort has returned. His followers attacked and i have defeated them and locked them in the outsides of the Department of Mysteries.... Now.... You will allow the Daily Prophet to officialize it. You will stop all your attempts to cover Voldemort's return.... And considering the mess you've made, i doubt you would remain Minister any longer.... Especially as any of your supporters would now abandon you.... With this particular record." Without even turning back, Albus gently teleported Harry into Hogwarts and warped Xenophilius discreetly so he could publish the records.

"You-" "And there are a few wounded in the outsides of the Department of Mysteries.... Please do attend to them. Don't make this worse for yourself." With that, Albus left to treat his students and followers.

After they were all perfectly secured and in ST Mungo, Albus gave a sigh as he left to Hogwarts....

Now that Harry has proven himself in a way, he supposed it was time.....

To reveal the dark truths of the Global Wizarding War.....

And most of all.... His past with Gellert.

Chapter Text

As Albus Dumbledore returned to his office, he saw Harry pacing, clearly being nervous and concerned. When he saw him, though, Harry immediately jumped. "Father! What about the others? Are they alright?" Albus nodded firmly. "None of them are hurt enough to warrant a time in ST Mungo. They only suffered a few scratches and bruises. While the Death Eaters may have underestimated them, it was still impressive to see that you were able to combat them to such a degree. You've done well with training them. I already saw the results as the members of the Dumbledore's Army seemed suddenly versed in the things i taught them. And i was also impressed that you were able to face Lucius Malfoy and Yaxley.... They were both inner-circle Death Eaters, after all...." 

Harry didn't seem to be in the mood to recognize the praise. "It's my fault..... I was so distracted with what i saw in Snape's memories that i didn't focus too much on my Occlumency training....." Albus sighed as he gently patted Harry's shoulder.

"Everyone makes a mistake.... Harry.... And despite your mistake, you have performed admirably tonight, and you were able to repel Voldemort's possession..... So i believe you deserve 100 Points to Gryffindor. Meanwhile, all your friends and participants of the battle, which included Daphne Greengrass and Astoria Greengrass, will all receive 75 House Points. After all.... Tonight Slytherins, as few as they were, had risen up against Lord Voldemort..... So they deserved praise and respect." 

Harry just sighed as if he felt he didn't deserve it.

"Professor.... That Prophecy.... It was the same you revealed in my third year, wasn't it? Voldemort wanted it because he wanted to know how to defeat me.... But i didn't hear anything apart from the fact that i am the person destined to finish him..... Why would he target it if he knew already?" Albus gave a huge sigh.

"When i was at Hog's Head..... In order to interview Sybil Trelawney.... She made that same prophecy..... She may not have skill, but she does have a gift to see the future. Divination is easily among the most complex magics ever developed. At it's lower levels, such as observing others from a distance, minor prediction of incoming events, i am still able to handle it.... But i am no Seer. And even Seers who was actually proficient with Divination may be able to predict the future better than most, an ability that Gellert Grindelwald was fond of using as the most dangerous Seer the world has ever seen, but that didn't mean they can foresee everything. And at that moment.... Severus Snape..... Still a Death Eater.... Heard it."

At Harry's clear surprise and shock, Albus sighed. "He immediately regretted it as... Let's just say that while he hated your father, he was always very fond of your mother, Lily Evans.... She never gave up on him.... And he never stopped loving her... So he begged me to get you all to safety..... And he vowed to help me in whatever ways i require in exchange.... Alas, fate was different..... But at least your mother and father made it clear they forgave Severus and would have been willing to make him a part of your life.... Alas, circumstances were against them....."

"And so the events lead to you being orphaned and bestowed with some of Voldemort's abilities.... By the fact that you used to have a piece of his soul..... But my enchantments slowly eradicated it, until right now you are free from that curse. You will still experience a few remnants of connections to Voldemort.... But he will no longer be able to possess you."

At Albus's finished explanation, Harry looked like he was being highly torn with the revelations revealed. Albus sighed as he gently gripped Harry. "Sirius has lost his arm, but i have repaired it. I will be having a chat with him so he'll be a better master to Kreacher..... I've always told him to treat Kreacher humanly.... And it seemed that advice hasn't stuck..... Kreacher in his anger towards Sirius likely revealed certain things about you and him to Bellatrix.... The destroyed Fountain.... The mistakes of wizardkind.... We have abused fellow magicals for too long and we are now reaping the consequences....."

Harry just sighed. "I pity Sirius.... But i think you're right. I've seen enough Elves to know that the way Sirius treated Kreacher wasn't right. I'll back you up if necessary." Albus just nodded.

"Now Harry..... I think it is time..... For me to reveal the full details of my past..... With Gellert Grindelwald..... And my family.... As you must have noticed, i and Gellert Grindelwald have more of a relationship than just the ultimate rivals....." Albus let out a heavy sigh as he prepared to reveal the worst of his past. He waved his wand and began projecting visions of his past.

"You already know up until my mother was dead..... But you didn't know exactly how Ariana died..... After my mother's death, i returned to my village with not only grief that my mother died before she could see me redeem the Dumbledore Family name, but also.... Bitterness. At that point, like i already said, i was swayed by pride and acknowledgement of my abilities. The fact that i had to stay at my house to look after Ariana was a burden at the time.... But my brother had yet to graduate, and i couldn't ruin his future.... So i had him return to Hogwarts. He only had 3 years left..... And i tried my best..... At that time, there was hope that Ariana may have been cured. By regularly stopping her, i was able to analyze the nature of her condition deeper and began developing a cure....."

"But then.... My best friend... Gellert Grindelwald.... Came." Albus expected Harry to be shocked, but all he saw was empathy and sadness. He supposed his genuine grief as he buried his mother and anger with his brother when he considered taking care of Ariana and endangering himself. "As i had regularly contested internationally, i earned many awards and victories, propelling Hogwarts as the greatest school..... I was undefeated.... Until i met Grindelwald. He too was the unmatched best student at Durmstrang's history. We regularly fought to a standstill. He matched me first during the Constable Dueling Tournament, and afterwards rivaled me in the International Youth Competition and European Charms Contest as co-winners. We were both intrigued with each other and as such, we began a correspondence that ultimately became genuine friendship...."

"After 3 months of taking care of Ariana, Gellert came, having expected to stay with Bathilda Bagshot, his aunt, before setting off to find me. He didn't expect me to be staying here, and was shocked to see me stuck in my home. He offered his condolences and his companionship at the time was a comfort. He was fascinated with Ariana's condition, but as my friend, he respected my wishes and at first helped with developing a potion that could leave her magic subdued so it wouldn't explode...."

"But after a month he began whispering about.... The greatest magical artifacts that the world will ever see. I will not discuss the full extent of it.... Because.... It's.... Something that you should know only when i believe you're ready.... Let's just say.... This wand... Is the greatest wand in existence." Harry nodded understandingly. Albus sighed as he altered the projection displaying his and Gellert's friendship. "At that time, i had.... Fallen in love with him.... He was a disturbed man with a complicated past.... But at that time, he was still generous, understanding, and future-thinking.... And he with me as well....."

"Because of that love, he and i made plans to create a new world order..... Together, we would have brought the Muggles under wizarding dominion and revolutionize the world.... Blinded by my affection and motivated by my desire to be a great man, i neglected my family and pursued Gellert's plans..... Eventually, we were ready to leave, but then Aberforth stopped me. He had had enough of my reasoning.... He yelled that the Muggles didn't deserve to be beaten down because of what they did to Ariana, that Ariana wouldn't be safe, and i was disrupting the recovery she had started to make..... Gellert never liked my brother, but then Aberforth tried to use the Cruciatus Curse, causing Gellert to snap and attack with that same curse. I tried to stop it..... And during the duel.... My sister was killed by a stray spell..."

Albus didn't hide the tears that fell as Harry watched with absolute horror, especially as the projection spell altered the images to show Albus and his brother's devastation as they craddled their sister's body. "And as such.... My relationship with my brother was and remains strained to this day..... During the funeral, he attacked me and delivered the blow that broke my nose, but i didn't care. I deserved much worse..... And Gellert tried to return, but in my grief and anger, i refused him.... He then told me that it was Aberforth that killed Ariana.... And i think i did knew.... But i didn't tell him... Because..... Either way.... I am the main reason why she died." 

Albus had said it with such simple resignation that he surprised himself. But Harry had gently grasped his hand, making it clear with his eyes he did not blame him. Albus gave a tremulous smile as he gave a last look at Gellert departing and Aberforth leaving coldly.

"I spend nearly the entire next decade away from Britain..... I wondered the world, discovering and being awed by knowledges and secrets in the wider world after years of primarily being in Britain. Within a year, i managed to finish my travel of the entire world, discovering countless secrets... And the next year, after having spent the previous year in disarray and turmoil, the fact that i saved many lives and did in fact advance the world marked the start of my attempts to truly start a new life... I began taking numerous jobs..... Yet while the vast abilities and knowledge i acquired by studying from numerous masters ensured me great success in my many jobs.... I did not find true satisfaction, and i left the jobs within only a matter of a month or even just 2 weeks." Albus declared as he pointed at the image of him travelling the forests of the Amazon and discovering a hidden library, learning in Bhutan the finer arts of Aurology, working as an Auror, caring for the ill and injured as a Healer, and dealing with magical creatures, all with a polite but clearly melancholic expression. 

"But the sparks that began my career as a teacher.... Was when i went to the Mould-on-the-Wold, my former home. I helped revolutionize it, turning it into a booming wizarding town with many special class businesses, a few shops, which i expect Fred and George will soon help, given that they have agreed with pleasure in establishing their second branch there, but what made me actually enjoy it.... Was teaching. I taught children and even teenagers, be it history or magical basics..... It was then that i received a letter from Hogwarts desperately begging me to arrive and teach at the school... And what troubling times it was..." Albus grimaced as he remembered it. 

"Nearly all my school teachers have left, meaning the staff was terribly unprepared to teach the returning students. So i offered my services as the teacher of all but three subjects... It was... Very tiring, but i felt that my work was beginning to slowly but surely allow me to regain my path and focus in life... And in the 1908, i received the Flamels invitation to go to France and study under him and several other mentors....." Albus gave a fond smile as he gradually regained himself upon remembering those days.... "Under the teaching of old teachers like Bathilda, Adalbert Waffling, and Griselda Marchbanks as well as new like the Flamels, the Centaur Magnur, and the Goblin Ragnok.... I received not only an extremely rich tradition of magical knowledge and training, but also an equally firm and rich understanding of the state of the world..... It was... A truly marvellous experience. To teach and be taught... It was better than what i deserved, and i had worked hard all my life to ensure the teachings of all those who taught me would not be in vain. You, Harry... Are the successor to all those teachers wisdom and knowledge. The Flamels always told me i would find a son, someone who i could pass on everything to and love freely... And how you have made this old man happy and proud..." Albus finished. Yes... Truly... How the world blessed him... Not only did he achieve great fame and was beloved by many, but he found a child he truly cared for..."

Sighing as the projections transitioned repeatedly from the happy days where he taught as the greatest professor Hogwarts ever had to the days he learned, Albus turned to Harry, who was looking proud of himself and happy for him. "Now.... I will tell you this secret, but i must ask you swear to never reveal this to the public and tell only the closest to you... It was in 1926 that Flamel finally revealed to me his and his wife Perenelle's darkest secret. They were isolated, yes, and they kept the Philosopher Stone to themselves, but not always. In 1410, they used to help people with the Elixir of Life when they were diagnosed with diseases beyond normal repair and that was when they first learned the joy of using their gifts to benefit the world.... Just like i did whenever i offered the world more knowledge and when i took the career of healer, potion-maker, and magizoologist temporarily but quite successfully. Even after the demands became too much and they faked their deaths to move to where they are now, they still tried to help..... And it was in the 1610s that they finally learned the error of their ways.... Such finally made me realize the wrongness of my old plans.... Wanting to help people was noble, but taking the chances and freedom of others was always the wrong answer...." Albus said as Harry nodded firmly.

"And now... We move on Into the grim days of war... As the First Great War began.... I could not stand and watch as innocents, especially children, were involved in the war, so i stepped in. I offered all my abilities to resolve the war as quickly as possible, but i only gave our side advice.... I did personal missions, just like Newton did.... I killed many, destroyed some of the more grand buildings and weapons and artifacts of war, saved many lives.... And ultimately it all ended when i stormed the castle of the last remaining opposers to peace.... Many were killed, but some survived. And thus the war ended..... I took no pride in killing, but at least i could rest at that moment knowing that i had just ended a war.... The war also made my brother step in and that was when we began establishing a better relationship. Although his reputation wasn't as great as mine, he was still a veteran.... Thus... The reason why he and Newt are among the best of your teachers...."

Albus looked as Harry seemed genuinely mournful at the sight of bodies scattered through the battlefield and sighed. "And thus for a few years.... There was peace..... Until finally my past returned to haunt me... When Gellert Grindelwald rose to power. The greatest and most powerful and dangerous dark wizard of all time.... And the most dangerous extremist revolutionary in all of history. With the First War having ended, Gellert had fought there as well, and he used the negative stigma that existed to quickly amass an army of thousands....  Alas..... I had made a blood pact that prevented me for years to act against him. I tried to assist using my network of international contacts to help me discreetly oppose him, but it was of little help as Grindelwald gained his own allies and established a massive underground network on his own.... But the attack that lead to Gellert achieving a rather substantial amount of power.... Was also what allowed me to find the pact and break it, thanks to Newt's bravery...."

"With the pact broken, i immediately called for multiple of the most skilled wizards and witches to start an army and fight Gellert's growing power.... Newt, my brother, Theseus Scamander, Leta Lestrange, MACUSA Head Auror Tina Goldstein, Charms Professor Eulalie Hicks, and Newt's assistant Bunty Broadcare.... We thwarted Gellert's plan to become Supreme Mugwump and began an active war against him and his followers.... The war was easily the hardest period of my life.... As it reached an international scale, Gellert began conquering all of Germany, Paris, and even managed to topple New York, Egypt, and several other countries. Thus, he made history by being the first conqueror to hold close to half the world in his grasp."

"Gellert was a much more cunning, reasonable, and pragmatic man than Voldemort. He never cared about blood supremacy..... And he freely recruited creatures like Centaurs, Goblins, Giants, and at certain times used Basilisk and Dementors.... With his excellent mastery of creatures, dark magic, and charisma, his army was easily the single greatest Dark Force the world will ever know....."

"Eventually, he made even deeper marks on history..... By being the first revolutionary in the magical world to completely expose the International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy, subsequently acquiring and freely using Muggle allies, displaying albeit twisted his genuine desire for co-existence. At that point, literately the remnants of the falling ICW had fully allied with me, as Supreme Mugwump Vicencia Santos began co-leading the alliance with me.... Even Muggles sided with me as Gellert was clearly going too far...."

"Ultimately, it was in 1945.... 2 November.... At dawn.... That i finally faced Gellert in battle for the last time.... Which would lead to the greatest duel ever..... And being a shade more skillful, i finally defeated him.... Thus ending the war after i had spent 7 years gradually regaining more and more ground.... But i think such a 3 hours and as amazing as it was lethal duel cannot be shown with just a mere projection charm...."

Albus waved his wand in complicated runic sigils..... In order to project him and Harry directly into the memories of the past, creating a bluish light mental realm that showed the past. "Please enter this, Harry.... The whole memory is there.... And you will be there for a full 3 hours.... So.... Please.... Do try not to panic...." Harry nodded uneasily....

As they walked into the greatest, most difficult, and bittersweet battle he ever fought.

Fragments of it, that is. One that he had created, which was already enough to drive even veterans into fits of awe. The only one to ever see the full record was Newt, and even he was terribly affected by such a clash. Right now, Harry couldn't possibly be able to withstand seeing so much magic...

But even the incomplete version was already quite dazzling, and none of it was excluded from the real version.

Albus and Harry came out into Vienna where the battle started until eventually going deeper into the devastated field outside Castle Nurmengard ,in Austria..... Albus had never expected to review this memory again.... But Harry gently put his hand on him and he gave a sad smile.... Especially as Gellert finally came into appearance, Albus walking towards him.

"So this is it? The final battle.... You and i are now equally matched in leadership and political power....." Gellert asked calmly but it was clear he seemed appealing.... Albus could detect his clear reluctances to fight him, not because Gellert feared him, but because they truly did care for each other. He looked away.... Hopefully.... Gellert had realized the wrongness of his actions....."

"Indeed. So we settle this by dueling, as our forces are now fighting in Nurmengard. We duel to end this war.... The victor decides not only the fate of the defeated, but also the fate of the world." Past Albus replied back with equal calmness and reluctance. "So this is how it ends? The two of us.... Fighting.... We could have been equal leaders....."  Albus gave a sad shake at that.

"Alas.... Gellert.... The future i envision is different than yours...." Gellert gave a bitter breath. "So be it then...."

Albus gave a deep breath as the two started exerting their aura, causing a shake to the ground as the battle would soon begin.... It was a truly magnificent battle...... And Harry clearly knew this, as he started expressing clear anticipation at the greatest duel that would happen soon.

When Albus finally struck, casting the Disarming Charm at the same time as Gellert, causing jets of red light to clash, the resulting wave of energy caused rumbles. After breaking off, Albus deflected the multiple Stunning Spells launched at him with a Shield Charm of such strength and speed that it was literately solid and reflecting the attack back. Gellert easily avoided them and Albus immediately cast a Slicing Jinx but Gellert easily deflected it with his own Shield Charm. The city had been evacuated before the duel began, knowing in this battle, there would be nothing held back. Albus casually slashed the trash bins and street notices Gellert threw at him with a single Secare charm, and transformed the remains and threw them at Gellert with the form of a spear. Gellert casually transformed it into a giant eagle that launched itself at Albus. Albus conjured an eagle of his own to neutralize Gellert's eagle. After a few minutes, they eventually destroyed themselves. Gellert cast an extremely powerful Banishing Charm that cleared much of the street, but Albus easily neutralized the spell and retaliated with his own Banishing Charm, pushing Gellert slightly back.

All parts of the environment were manipulated and used against each other as they started by warming up first, using simple spells with such strength and skill that the usually basic levitation and banishing charms were casually used to levitate and throw cars, reductor curses were able to reduce entire buildings to dust, knockback jinxes were strong enough to push through even protected individuals, transfiguration of the surroundings were used to shape thrown projectiles into devastating weapons that were easily vanished, Stunning Spells that resulted in miniature explosions after matching each other and cancelling due to equal raw power, and Apparation and Disapparation performed with such skill and speed even near-lethal falls and hits were mostly easily avoided, with Slowing Charms able to near-entirely lessen the impact whenever he and Gellert did fall..... Albus still remembered vividly every moment of it, especially as even then, there had been 3 times where Gellert nearly dealt him a lethal hit..... And being such p owerful wizards, they could use magic wandlessly with hardly any lesser power.

Present Albus's attention was stopped by Harry's shaking of him. "Father? This.... This is extraordinary....." Albus just gave a sad smile. "You'll get there and perhaps even better in time."  He turned his back to his past self as he neutralized the jinxes and curses Gellert threw at him by casting the counter-spells. He couldn't help the slight smile at the sight. Albus was particularly skilled in combating the Dark Arts..... So it was easy for him to neutralize such spells. He also remembered it was 30 minutes after the duel that they started being more sophisticated, beginning to use more unorthodox techniques. Aurology was also used multiple times liberally at this point, matching each other in nearly every move, though there were certain times where Albus and Gellert would briefly gain an edge before the tides were quickly evened again.

After 45 minutes, they eventually stopped, seeing the damage the village was sustaining and how they had had enough of the warm up..... "I suppose.... That the two of us are about ready to get serious? Albus?" Albus nodded solemnly. "Yes...." With that, Albus called upon the power of the elements as Gellert did the same, releasing a storm mixing all elements as Albus's red-blue, partial flame-water covered, debris storm clashed with Gellert's green-blue's. The clash released enormous surges of electricity, beginning to alter the sky, as temperature rose dramatically.

Taking advantage of that, Albus utilized yet another elemental transfiguration of the highest level, surrounding the city in a storm of electricity. "Is this meant as an intimidation, Albus? We both know this storm won't be subservient to your will alone." Gellert asked unimpressed. Albus responded by raining a bolt of lightning at Gellert, but naturally Gellert easily neutralized it. No matter, Albus began calling upon the storm's power, as did Gellert, exchanging multiple electrical attacks. The nature of the spell was that the storm would be used to the advantage of anyone with the skill to control it, and they would be using the storm's energy rather than their own to channel electricity.

Lions of wind and dragons of electricity clashed as Albus and Gellert used the storm, slowly but surely draining it's energy. Albus protected himself from Gellert's lightning spear with a shield of wind. He seamlessly transformed the shield into a sword and launched it at Gellert. Gellert easily deflected it, but Albus kept attacking, neutralizing electric attacks from Gellert by manipulating the energy and firing them back at Gellert while also launching numerous wind spells. While Albus was better with wind, Gellert was better with lightning spells, making their usage of the storm well-matched. Eventually, the storm lost all power and vanished.

Deciding to use all elements, Albus and Gellert continued dueling. Infernos and waves as wide as an entire street clashed again and again. Balls and swords were fired and easily neutralized and turned against their caster again and again. Phoenixes and Dragons fought each other as Albus and Gellert demonstrated their full mastery of the element of fire, which was always among their best. But they also manipulated water, neutralizing fire spells from each other as waves and walls of water flooded the streets of Vienna.  Wind and lightning were applied regularly as well, as neither held back on each other during this deadly duel as they intended to use all the magics needed to defeat their rival. This was the final battle. Win this and it would all be over.

After another 45 minutes, with 1 hour and a half having passed, Albus noticed his injuries. He suffered a few burn wounds, cuts, and as did Gellert. He could heal himself, but that wasn't necessary. "Now.... Finally..... It's time for us to fight to the bitter end! For the Greater Good!" Gellert yelled, injured as well. Present Albus looked away as even centuries, he still lamented just how Gellert had misinterpreted the meanings of the Greater Good, as did past Albus. But it wasn't exactly all his fault, wasn't it? Albus had failed as a friend too. Had he been a better partner, he could have quelled Gellert's impulses, could have made him a great man rather than the worst revolutionary in history. Gellert was his greatest sin, even now. 

With a heavy breath, past Albus and Gellert flew, purely through the strength of their magical aura. Gellert slashed his wand and released five jets of Avada Kedavra at once. Harry gaped at the sight of five Killing Curses with just a single movement as present Albus gave him a reassuring pat. It was after all Harry's first time seeing Gellert, a far more capable Dark Wizard than Tom, in action and they were fighting at full strength. If the displays of magic of 1/4 the time of their duel was already impressive, the full duel would dwarf that several times over.

Past Albus cast a Protego Imprimis, also named the Shield of the Mage. Apart from the trapping technique, it was the only spell apart from no less than 3 combined protective spells at once able to stop the Killing Curse. He and Gellert were among the very few who could conjure that shield. He did teach it to Newt, Minerva, and his brother, but scarcely few knew the spell and even knowing it wasn't enough. Summoning such a shield required an enormous amount of power, as it was the strongest non environmental protective shield. Harry would be able to use it better than Newt, having such immense reserves of magical strength that could rival, if not, exceed his.

Boundless magical energy..... Yes.... Harry would be able to exceed him in power. It's just the matter of developing his skill. "Harry.... You should consider this duel as being in a way a great class. This will display the many skills i intend to teach you. But do you know what i meant when i said you could surpass me? Your aptitude for Love has granted you literately nearly boundless levels of magical energy.... In terms of raw strength, you ARE stronger than me, but in terms of skill, you still have a long way to go. Skill is needed to harness your power which is why my prime appears to be tremendously stronger than you are now. You'll get there." Harry just nodded.

Albus retaliated by firing blue beams of light that Gellert deflected with a dark magic shield. A wave of Albus's wand and golems were created from the diminishing elemental residues caused by their early clash. Gellert responded by casting Forma Ad Pulveris, a terrifyingly powerful transfiguration spell that reduced even the hardest of substances to dust. With the spell Sagittari Ira, arrows made of pure magical energy were fired at Albus. Albus cast in return Irae Magni Gladii, conjuring pure energy magical swords to neutralize the barrage. The clash of weapons created many small explosions. 

"Sphaera Condensationis! "yelled Albus as he created an orb. Magical shapes were numerous, and the Orb was easily among the most difficult and formidable. It maximized magical energy, allowing him to use concentrated attacks at maximum power. "Stellarum Pluvia!" Dozens of magical star-like balls were launched at Gellert. Gellert responded by creating his own Orb. "Invitatio ad puteum abyssi!" A black hole was summoned to block Albus's powerful spell. Some nearly reached Gellert, but he deflected them by absorbing them into his orb.

Gellert fired multiple beams from his orb, but Albus easily neutralized them with his own. A swipe of his orb manipulated the terrain, compressing debris from multiple buildings and throwing it at Gellert. Gellert easily neutralized nearly all the attacks by blasting at them all, and present Albus shook his head at Gellert's clear preference for dramatic spells that showed brilliance.... As 3 of the debris managed to nearly breach his defense, forcing him to wrap himself with the energies of the magical shape. Past Albus cast another orb spell. "Iram Alba Stella!" A massive white-energy explosion was unleashed from his orb. Gellert responded by casting his own dark magic into the orb. "Exitium Fortitudo Stellae Nigrae!" A massive beam of darkness was launched at the explosion, causing massive damage to the city, nearly entirely leveling it. Realizing the clash was getting too out of hand, Albus formed the orb for his last move. Gellert, sensing the intent, did the same. "Lunam Transcendentem Pulvis!" "Transcendentem Solis Luceat!" A bright yellow explosion clashed with an orange one and cancelled each other out, along with their magical shapes.

Gritting his teeth, Gellert cast a Vocatio Irae Terrae, summoning gigantic spikes that Albus neutralized by casting Lignum Ereptus to create equally gigantic whips of earth to shatter them before they could reach him. He then manipulated the roots from half the trees in the forest as they moved there, the city having long since been nearly annahilated by the clash of their spells, "Furor Naturae Deorum!" Roots from 1/4 of the forest were manipulated and turned against Gellert, who raised his wand. "Exolesco! Crepitus In Pulveris! Saturatio Periphericum!" The combo of spells were admittably a bit surprising to Albus as the first spell reduced the entire roots into dust, the second spell caused a massive powder explosion, and the third spell saturated the powders, forcing Albus to create a shield made out of air to keep himself from succumbing to the lethal effects.

Deflecting the next barrage of powerful exploding curses with the force that when hitting the forest obliterated nearly half the forest by casting the Shield of the Mage, Albus made the next move by casting a spell chain of his own. "Ventus Vespiqus! Pollucis! Venti Galeae!" A torrent, a tornado, and gales of wind charged at Gellert, who cast a spell chain of his own. "Catena Fulgur! Verissima Fulgur Percutite! Procellae Tonitruales!" A massive fork of lightning, a gigantic blast, and a thunderstorm neutralized Albus's wind as Gellert's lightning mastery neutralized Albus by capitalizing on the elemental counters.

Albus blocked Gellert's next spell Fulmen Ichitas with Red Sanguis Tonitrui, releasing sparks of electricity as Gellert's natural dark-purple lightning clashed with Albus's blood-magic red lightning. Cancelling each other out, Albus checked the surroundings as he and Gellert took a brief break..... And couldn't help the flinch. Nearly all the forest and the city were annahilated from their exchanges. Their duel was even more destructive and difficult than Albus expected. Albus knew exactly what his past self was thinking, and even now he still grimaced remembering exactly how much damage his legendary duel with Gellert caused. At this point, both were finally beginning to sweat as they had spent 2 hours with very little rest using extremely powerful magic. They still had plenty, but at the end, Albus remembered exactly how he collapsed and had to rest for an entire hour in meditation before regaining the strength to cast the wards that would imprison Gellert, along with leaving for the man even now he still loved the choice to either kill himself or contemplate his failures and develop regret.

"Greatest Lord of Magic Gellert Grindelwald versus Greatest Scholar Albus Dumbledore.... Let this battle be the greatest duel ever fought!" WIth that, Gellert cast a truly terrifying Necromancy spell indeed. "Caro Spiritus Veneficus!" Even present Albus flinched at the sight as past Albus looked utterly shocked. This was Gellert's fearsome development in Necromancy indeed.... The ability to revive wizards and witches in the flesh.... Although they have no will or life, it far exceeded Inferius in that they were able to use magic willingly. Corpse-like humanoids emerged with wands as they began firing at him, Gellert providing his own input.

Gritting his teeth, Albus cast the Shield of the Mage as he prepared the counter attack as quickly as possible. "Pura Lux.... Da Mihi Robur!" Albus created pure-white runes as he unleashed such a powerful blast of white energy that Gellert was forced to create his own Shield of the Mage to block it. His reanimated wizards and witches were thrown back, but Albus knew they would recover. Any Necromancy beings created by Gellert was able to resist fire and light unlike any other. He was after all the greatest Dark Lord the world will ever know. So he had to cast a counter-spell. "Has animas miseras ad debitam requiem redde!" A benevolent wave of purifying magic returned the souls to rest. It was a spell of the Light designed to return spirits to their rightful rest should they be rosen with dark magic. Had Gellert been free to act, he would have neutralized the spell though, so Albus had to keep him in the defensive... He flinched when a cutting spell cast by Gellert hit him due to being focused on the spell, but immediately fired back with a p owerful Blasting Curse that managed to push Gellert back and somewhat damage his hand.

"Siliquae animae .... Ego te voca!" Albus yet again was left struck with shock at the realization that Gellert was now actively using any and all magics. This truly was the darkest of magics.... As Dementors were summoned into the fray. The only difference is that those Dementors were created by Gellert's magic, meaning a regular Patronus wouldn't work on it. Even present Albus couldn't help the shiver. Harry meanwhile was looking utterly humbled and small, actually muttering words about power and dark magic beyond comprehension and purple as being mightier ever than black, obviously referring to Grindelwald being far mightier than Voldemort.

His face grim, past Albus cast the ultimate Patronus Charm, that which he developed from his discoveries. "Patronum lucis cordis, voca te ad praesidium!" Numerous guardians made of his purest and deepest emotions gathered as Albus called upon among the mightiest of pure Light spells, supplying it with his love and hope. They were able to easily neutralize Gellert's Dementors, the clash between the creatures causing a deep wave of light and darkness, until they charged straight at Gellert. Snarling, Gellert cast a Mortus Patronum to fight back, conjuring knights made out of darkness and blood that were able to cancel his spell.

"Et a Mortius Suscitare Potens, Ut Eis Inferius!" Albus was at that point already used to combating the horrors Gellert with all his terrifying dark magic mastery could conjure, so he just cast his own spell. "Induco Caelum Necron Terra Simul!" Meteors of light annahilated the Inferius along with the remnants of the forest, even reaching the city and annahilating it as well. Gellert protected himself with a Shield of the Mage and then yelled "DIABOLUS IRAM POLLUCIS!" Albus yelled back. "LUGNIS TEMPESTAS!" A storm of cursed fire collided with a storm of purifying flames, releasing massive eruptions that rivaled up to 100 of magical volcanic expulsions. Albus and Gellert cast their strongest water shields as the flames clearly left the ground scorched to where no plants would be able to grow ever again.

The strain that had ever been bulding ever since he and Gellert began exchanging such arcane spells were catching up to him, and he knew Gellert too. And at that stage, Albus knew the battle had entered it's most ferocious and brutal stage, where it would leave him with numerous scars on his back.... And the blow that permanently crooked his nose.

"I give you this one last chance Gellert..... Give up.... You cannot win." Gellert let out a bitter laugh. "As long as there is magic left in me.... It's not over." Past Albus gave a heavy sigh as he realized at that moment there could be no peace. There was only victory. Present Albus looked away, knowing the fate that he would have to condemn Gellert to due to his refusal.

The remaining hour was spend by them fighting at full strength. Not caring what magic was used, they freely employed runes, light and dark magics, elemental manipulation, usage of their aura, and charms and transfigurations of all kinds. Both Albus and Gellert's aura were completely unleashed, causing rumbles constantly that grew the longer they fought in intensity. They moved with the full amplification of their aura, their speed and reflexes enhanced to where they could move at light speed, their durability and regeneration amplified to where they could withstand falls from heights with ease and recover and even heal themselves gradually of the wounds they suffered.

Albus was casting shockwaves with Aurology, which Gellert returned. Blasts and waves of runic energy shattered the ground nearby as magic was drawn from the surroundings and used at such a scale that the land would forever more suffer scars..... Sweeps of their wand released vicious elemental slashes and blasts of pure light and darkness, while a protective movement created shields that neither were able to penetrate and transfigurations that transformed the elemental attacks cast into another shape and vanished subsequently.... Even Inferius, Dement ors, and Patronuses were used with no restrictions as Albus and Gellert pitted all their power and magical skill against each other.

"Malleus Pugno Primus!" Albus yelled as he cast a spell so powerful that it could level an entire country. Gellert yelled back with a spell of his own. "Indignatione Mortis Primus!"  Blue waves of energy clashed with red-green as the spells collided with each other. Albus and Gellert put all their power into the spell..... Until it eventually exploded, sending them both flying far away and releasing a deep burst of light into the sky that cleared all the rainy skies. Getting up, Albus felt his aura beginning to wane, the exhaustion finally catching up to him as he panted deeply. And so did Gellert. They had been fighting for 3 hours and 30 minutes now.... And only 15 minutes remained until Gellert would finally be defeated....

With their stamina spent and not having enough magical energy for particularly destructive spells, Albus and Gellert fell back to casting ordinary charms waiting for their strengths to recover.... But Albus had already came up with a plan of his own. After 5 minutes of exchanging regular spells, which still easily had enough strength to cause a decent amount of destruction and would penetrate regular wizard and witches shields with ease, Albus charged at Gellert, his magic channeled through his hand. Surprised, Gellert channeled magic into his own hand as they pitted their wandless magical energies against each other, releasing repeated and regular shockwaves. They kept clashing, forgetting all about refined magic as they used their martial arts expertise against each other instead, punching, grappling, and kicking. Their aura still remained able to increase their strength and speed, however, so every missed blow had the strength to cause a crater and they moved fluidly, though ferociously. They even conjured weapons and fought with them, Gellert screaming profanities and bitter words as they fought. It twisted both present and past Albus to see this, see the remaining love that was twisted into bitterness and grief in Gellert's eyes.

Despite this, Harry was now utterly stunned and sweating in awe and fear at the massive strength the two greatest wizards in history possessed. That said, they would also fire blasts and regular spells at certain occasions, all performed wandlessly but still potent enough to cause great destruction. It seemed that Gellert retained his technical prowess even in the face of near-defeat, a trait that Voldemort lacked. But just as it seemed they would reach a stalemate, their magical-energy coated hands clashing as Albus fended off Gellert's attempts to choke him.... Albus activated the trick he had developed, the ability to draw magic from his deepest cores, and the sudden outpour of power stunned Gellert as he was overpowered decisively for the first time. With all his power, Albus used his wand and cast the Disarming Charm. Gellert was just able to cast the Disarming Charm back and he fought viciously, using all his magical strength.... But Albus's slightly greater skill and equal strength finally won him the battle, as he successfully pushed his red jet of energy to overcome Gellert, precisely controlling his energy to lure Gellert into a brief moment of relief before he finished the blow.... As his spell won, Gellert let out a cry of fury and desperation as he charged at Albus, disarming him physically. They spend the last five minutes viciously beating each other physically, all magic forgotten...... Until Gellert finally conjured a dagger and stabbed Albus with it. Gritting his teeth, Albus allowed Gellert to push it deeper.... As he summoned his wand back and cast a Slumber Spell that he created to be able to work on even someone of Gellert's level, which would leave him sleeping for an entire day.

And as Albus fell to the ground, his hand summoned the Elder Wand as he won it.... And Gellert fell to the ground, finally defeated. Albus finally allowed himself to take a full minute to lay down on the ground. All of his body ached with fatigue as he had been pushed to his absolute limits.... And he suffered 3 slash injuries near his stomach, his nose was fully crooked beyond repair by Gellert punching him with a blast of magic sit, he suffered numerous stabs at his hands and legs, his face was cut in both sides of his cheek, and he was practically bruised and slightly burned in nearly all parts of his body. He positioned himself into a meditative stance. The fight had taken a lot out of him. Fortunately, Albus's skill and experience meant he knew ways to quickly recover and channel magical energy. Meditation was among the most efficient. Present Albus sighed as he addressed Harry. "I'll teach you all that i could.... Don't be discouraged. Power can come from many sources, be it knowledge, skill, experience, outside sources, and innate energy. You exceed me in the latter.... And you have displayed potential to reach a similar level of excellence in knowledge and skill... You ARE worthy...."

Harry just nodded. After a few minutes, Albus stood up warily, most of his injuries healing but the worst and persistent ones remaining as scars to remind him how close he came to death in this duel, as he lifted Gellert's body and carried him all the way into Nurmengard. It was left isolated, all it's fighters having engaged Albus's. He sent a Patronus to announce his victory and Gellert being sealed away. Albus placed Gellert into a bedroom and began manipulating the wards of the castle, as well as placing his own. They were made with his own blood and numerous runes to create the strongest prison. After a few hours of casting rituals and bindings, Albus then prepared the last gift he would leave Gellert. Freedom of choice. He connected the castle to a certain button, inspired by Muggles using bombs, so Gellert could activate it just by exerting the few magics he would be allowed to, and left the letter explaining the terms of his confinement. Food would be given to him regularly, he was allowed to explore the castle and use a little bit of magic, but nothing else. This castle would be his prison, and even should he somehow escaped, Albus had created a pentagram barrier of the highest order, ready to intercept any and all attempts and summon Albus himself.

He shed tears as he left the castle. Gellert could have been by his side.... He could have worked with him as they advanced the wizarding world, created laws that greatly improved life, developed many magics that were beyond ordinary, taught together side-by-side, and most of all, they could have had a life together. But alas.... Albus was a failure as a friend and as a lover. He had been stupid.... So immersed by Gellert's ideals that he didn't see the darkness of it. Had the circumstances been better, Ariana could have been saved, Gellert would have gone down in history as among the greatest man to ever grace the wizarding world. The fact that the man had fallen so low was easily a great tragedy, but yet again... It was the fact that Gellert would never be recognized for the man he could have been that made Albus shed tears. What a truly.... Tragic tale..... And even present Albus barely suppressed his tears, a few coming out. He had failed..... And there was the truth..... Gellert Grindelwald.... Was Albus Dumbledore's greatest regret. He had loved the man, and yet he had failed him.... And he would live the rest of his life loving no one else like he loved Gellert.... Such was his tragedy.... His equal was locked away.... He failed yet another student of his who could have rivaled him.... And now..... The man he was raising was created through suffering....

But Harry's hand gently caressed his cheek as he wiped his tears, the man he considered his son showing nothing but the greatest of understanding and empathy..... Albus gave a shaky breath as he composed himself. The mental arena was shifting.... Into the Ceremony that made him the Supreme Mugwump. Vicencia had fallen in battle, after all, as did Aurelius.... Aurelius.... His nephew.... He had gave his life to redeem himself.... And Albus hoped he was having a comfortable Next Great Adventure.... So many souls had died believing in him that day while he and Gellert battled..... And now.... As Albus delivered his speech, declaring his utter gratitude to the people who believed in him, who gave their lives for him..... As Albus sat on the seat of the Supreme Mugwump... He swore that despite the burden, he would make the world a better place.....

"And such was the end.... Harry.... My greatest failure lead to the creation of the greatest Dark Lord.... Among the most tragically worst revolutionaries.... And the deaths of many.... As you can see.... Queenie Goldstein had given her consciousness to atone for her temporary allegiance to Gellert, casting a Legilimency spell that would wipe the memories of magic from all of Gellert's supporters.... Leaving her children without a mother..... And her husband.... A brave Muggle baker with a child..... She had just recently woken up.... And was now being an active mother..... But it didn't take away the many years of grief..... If there was any consolation, it was that Jacob had utterly abolished the Rappaport Decree that prevented any marriage between Muggles and Wizardkind...."

With that, Albus returned them to his office, letting out a huge sigh as Harry was.... Crying? But why would-

"You've failed.... Yes.... You made mistakes.... You made sacrifices.... But i think.... In the end.... You.... Albus Dumbledore.... Are the greatest man i would ever know.... Strong of mind.... Strong of heart.... Powerful beyond imagination.... And most of all.... You are willing to sacrifice everything for the world and the people. I think... My parents were right to give their lives for you." Albus couldn't suppress the tears that he shed at that. Just how much would Harry- "And though i lost my parents.... I gained another family.... You.... Are my father..... And i am proud to be a Dumbledore." 

Giving Harry a tearful, grateful smile, the similar expression on Harry's face was truly touching.... "You humble me, Harry.... But i think it's time i explain what i envision for your future....." 

Letting out a deep breath, Albus addressed Harry.... "From the beginning.... Ever since.... You were born..... I had known that your life was fated to be filled with many great expectations and burdens.... With that understanding, i had decided to get close to you.....  I wished to help you.... But if i must be honest, i also saw you as the solution to my problems...."

"You see... People considered me the greatest Supreme Mugwump, the greatest leader, and the greatest revolutionary..... But alas.... I have realized..... That there are certain things i cannot do on my own..... The bigotry...... The traditionalist ways..... I wished to completely transform the world, but knew even i did not have that power. I sought you out at first seeking to gain a strong ally and student..... But then.... I grew to see you as my son.... And you adopted the same way of seeing the world like i did without my encouragement.... Words cannot describe my pride.... My joy.... And my happiness.... You truly have given this old man a hope for a happy ending..... And i hope i'll be able to guide you to your own.... In the future, i foresaw that you would become Supreme Mugwump and the British Minister...."

Harry just gave a slight smile. "I always wanted to follow your footsteps.... So that was in my mind too....." Albus gave a chuckle at that. "Yes..... But then i realized.... That you must be shown the way.... So after this.... After we defeat Voldemort, i will run for the position of the British Minister..... I will pass down laws and revolutionize the wizarding world, giving you a firm example of what you should do as the leader..... Which should give you enough time to revolutionize the Auror Department as you said you wanted..... And then... When you're ready... I'll retire...."

Albus drew the plans he had created for his futuristic and the first magical college in history. "Ah.... I assume you intend to make a magical college? Depicting an expanded version of training before pursuing careers?" Harry asked with a smile. "Yes.... And i have written books to be used..... I think you should read them while you enjoy your holidays..... After all, they contain more than what you've learned...."

Albus gave a huge breath. "I will come to retreive you..... 2 weeks before school time. Enjoy your holiday.... Harry..... And.... Be a better man.... And a better friend..... Than i ever was.... You've seen my failures..... And it is the duty of a father.... In making sure their children be better than them."

Harry gave him a genuine smile at that....

And as he left....

Albus Dumbledore finally felt a heavy burden lift itself.....

And hope.....

Hope for a better future was greater than ever....

Now that this rather terrifically busy year was over, Albus Dumbledore had to admit.... That he was truly happy the way the year ended. A feeling he hadn't felt since a very long time.....

Not only had he successfully made Harry a Dumbledore, but he had also made great progress with the changes of Hogwarts. Slytherin was proving themselves, and the school had never been as united as it was this year....

And with Harry no longer a Horcrux.... Now was the time to finally hunt them all down and destroy them.... Thus ending Tom's reign of terror.... And sadly..... Sending him to his fate, a far worse fate than death.

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Albus Dumbledore was currently traveling to the Little Hangleton. Ever since the events of the last year, Albus had been tracking down Riddle's Horcruxes, making swift breakdown of all the possible places the Horcruxes would be located. The first thing that came up to his mind was naturally the Shack of the Gaunts. Tom was after all brilliant, even if he wasn't anywhere near as formidable in strategy, leadership and manipulation as Gellert was, and he definitely knew the importance of subterfuge. Little people knew about his connection to the Gaunts, but Albus did. He also anticipated that Tom likely left behind yet another Horcrux with Bellatrix's vault, which meant he would after this ask Ragnok for his help. He had even came up with the connection to the cave where Voldemort once visited. 

In his lifetime worth of experience, Albus had learned many ways to piece together from seemingly random occasions and unexplained connections the truth. Back when he was at Hogwarts, Dumbledore had discovered many of the school's secrets, becoming known by his friends who knew his discoveries as a prodigious detective. During his travels, his detective skills grew as he uncovered many lost places such as libraries, tombs, and many more hidden magical secrets. And his training under the Flamels and his time participating as mainly a solo participant of the war had sharpened his intuition and intelligence.

When he entered the Shack, as he expected, there were many powerful dark magic wards.... Albus casually dismissed the dark illusions surrounding the place, revealing the Shack as it was abandoned and dirty for many years, with a simple wave of his wand. A sudden pulse of darkness was the next obstacle and Albus effortlessly neutralized it with a single purifying wave of light. He went deeper and saw Tom had indeed went a bit more impressive than he expected with his enchantments here. Inferius awaited and attacked him when he opened the door. And he wasn't exactly able to use fire against them, with the fact the village still had inhabitants.

But Albus Dumbledore had not earned, among his many titles, the Mystical Master of War for nothing. If he couldn't use large-scale magic, then he could easily use simple magics and any method he had to great effect. Albus calmly unveiled the Sword of Gryffindor, coated it in fire, and wielded it along with his wand. Having long since gotten accustomed to using Muggle Dueling, even in his old age, Albus was able to defeat the Inferius with ease with simply magically-enhanced weapons, his swordsmanship easily cutting them down and dissolving them into ashes. Among the many skills Albus picked up was also knowledge and mastery of a fair amount of martial arts moves, so even those that came close were punched apart by his light-coated fist. He let out a sad sigh as he remembered exactly what Tom underestimated... The creativity and skills of Muggles. Gellert understood and wished to coexist with Muggles, but Tom apparently saw them as simply animals..... Such was his downfall. His inability to understand even Muggles had worth, that there existed people with power and skill beyond just magic and self-preservation.... 

As he finished taking care of the last of them, he gave a sigh as he proceeded to the next room. He could feel the dark energy surrounding him and knew the Horcrux was near. When he opened the next door, he was met with dozens of deadly snakes that immediately lunged at him. A powerful but controlled blast of light easily repelled them all and he swiftly lit up the entire room, revealing thousands of such snakes who snarled at the light. Albus didn't waste any time. He slammed his wand into the ground. "Ignis Tempestas!." A powerful cyclone of reddish-blue flames surrounded the area, sweeping and killing all the snakes as Albus commanded the cyclone casually and manipulated it all over the room, leaving not a single corner untouched.

With that done, Albus entered the last room and indeed he found the Ring of the Gaunts.... Along with several dark-magic created knights who immediately charged at him. Albus summoned a sword to deflect the attack and with Aurology jumped ahead of them. They were certainly fast and strong, but Albus was a master of Aurology Reinforcement, so he was able to skillfully deflect their attacks, but their numbers meant he couldn't overcome them with swordplay. After stabbing his sword upon the ground to create a forcefield of light that repelled their attacks, Albus called upon the power of the Light. "Hora Lucis Patronum!" A powerful pillar emerged from the ground where the knights stood and annahilated them, leaving the Horcrux exposed....

But when Albus reached the Ring, his heart stopped for a moment... It was.... The Resurrection Stone! The Ring of the Gaunts.... Yes.... The Peverells were an extremely ancient Wizarding Family.... Naturally, the Gaunts were related to them... He knew he had to destroy it.... But could he use it to see his family one more time? Would the Stone remain intact after the Horcrux was destroyed?

But then..... Albus realized his folly and clenched his teeth. No.... The Ring was surely cursed..... He had to destroy it.... He must not be tempted.... For Harry.... For the new world he intended to bring.... With a single tear as he realized he may well be dooming his single chance to see his family again, Albus raised the Sword of Gryffindor while his wand extracted the soul shard, leaving it vulnerable....

And with the softest of blows..... Slashed down the Ring along with the soul shard.

Immediately, the shard gave a painful howl as a visage of Voldemort's mangled soul emerged and vanished as quickly as it came.....

And the Stone glowed, releasing energy trails....

That transformed into the spectres of Nicolas and Perenelle Flamel. 

Stunned at the sight of his two mentors, Albus looked upon their smirking faces in awe. "H-How-" "You did it.... You actually did it.... Well done, Albus.... You see when we died, we cast upon the world a spell that would, if you had proven yourself worthy, see us, and a few of the people you wished to see..... This, along with Ragnok's guidance, was our last gift to you.... We see you have managed to do what you wouldn't have been able to do before.... Resist the temptation of the Resurrection Stone. And because your greatest wish changed from seeing your family once again to living up to the dreams and hopes of those who died for you as well as create a better world for their sake and be worthy of the admiration and love of Harry James Potter Brian Dumbledore.... You were able to break free from the shackles that once bound you to your complicated past. You will always remember it, always regret it, but it will no longer be able to have such power over your decisions..... Albus.... You have passed the trials of power, knowledge, skill, determination, and now.... You finally passed the trial of love. I think you understand what i mean?"

Albus gave them a tearful smile. "Yes.... Because i finally realized that even though i've lost many people i cared for.... There are still people living who i love.... Harry above all, Aberforth, Minerva, those who still believed in me, Miss Granger, and the Weasleys..... I owe it to them to move on the best that i could, to be there for them all the way.... And when i realized the ring was cursed, i was able to overcome it because i wasn't arrogant to believe i could easily survive it, but rather i entirely avoided it..... And at that moment, i finally accepted my past and that it could never and shouldn't be changed because in the end.... The past.... Will always be the past...."

Nicolas smiled, as did Perenelle. "Indeed.... Because you proved you had overcame your past.... You thus stand before our spirits, given a last chance to see us before your Next Great Adventure... And i see you have accepted the other lesson we intended to teach you?" Albus nodded firmly. "Indeed i have, master Flamel..... I realized that i have to set the framework for Harry.... I have to give him the example he needed.... And that's what i will do.... I will be the next Minister and i will remain Supreme Mugwump.... I will revolutionize the world before moving on to my academical pursuits.... Thus giving Harry the experience needed....."

The Flamels smiled at him. "Indeed... Well done, Albus.... Finally... You have achieved.... 100 marks in all our fields.... Now.... I think your parents would like to say a few words, as would Ariana and Aurelius." With that, their spirits were replaced with projections of his parents, Kendra and Percival Dumbledore. They all smiled at him so fondly that Albus felt tears as he realized that Harry had truly granted him his wish....

"Well done son.... Although you made many mistakes.... Although you weren't able to care for Ariana the way that we intended, causing her to die..... Know this.... We are proud of you. And we are proud and happy to acknowledge Harry Potter as a true member of the Dumbledore Family." Albus felt himself overwhelmed. They didn't resent him? At all?

"Made no mistake.... Ariana's death is in fact your fault.... And we were angered and heartbroken to see that you treated her that way...." Percival said coldly, suddenly becoming serious as Albus lowered his head.... "But then.... I saw you trying to truly change... Attempting to make the world better..... Redeeming the Dumbledore Family name... In the end, we realized that you had redeemed yourself.... And although Ariana is and will always be your failure.... As parents, we are proud to see all that you've done in your efforts to be better. Especially your inclusion of Harry into the family.... Truly.... We forgive you." Percival said as he regained his smile and softly patted his son's head.

"In a way, we too were at fault because we didn't exactly act like good parents.... We were too quick and too strict to act... And we did have our share of the blame." Kendra said softly as she addressed him. Tears returned back to Albus at that. "Do you forgive us, Albus, especially your reckless, foolish father? We-" "I forgive you..... And i am sorry.... I failed you..... But with this, i will move forward..... I will raise Harry into a great man.... And when my time ends, i shall gladly see you in the afterlife." Percival and Kendra Dumbledore smiled back and softly hugged Albus, making him freeze. How long had it been since he was treated well by his parents? How-

"See you when your time has come, Albus....." With that Percival and Kendra left and was replaced with Ariana and Aurelius. 

"Ariana..... I-" Before he could fall into his knees and ask for forgiveness, Ariana had hugged him tightly. "It wasn't your fault.... That i died..... I did have my own part in destroying our family.... So.... Thank you.... For letting me rest.... After all those years of suffering." Albus gave his sister a sad smile. "I wished i could have been better. I wished that i could have cured-" Ariana gave him a sad smile. "You did your best.... And frankly.... After i killed mother.... I think i deserved a bit of your distance.... I always knew.... You know..... That you truly wanted to heal me.... But even though you failed, you did your best..... You weren't exactly the best brother.... But you did try to change, as i've seen with Aberforth...."

Albus gave a solemn smile. "Aberforth still missed you.... And though you may have been disturbed.... Know this.... There has never been a moment where i don't regret your death..... I am sorry.... But i would not turn back time even if i could.... After all..... I've made peace with my past.... At this moment..... And thank you.... Do you forgive me?" Ariana gave him a sad smile. "What is there to forgive?" With that, Ariana passed on, leaving only Aurelius.

"Aurelius-" "You did your best.... Because of you, i was able to spend a few more years..... And i died redeeming myself.... I died a hero..... And i thank you for that....." Albus gave a sad smile. "I wished i could have done better.... That i could have saved you.... That i could have been-" Aurelius gave him a sad smile. "Don't.... Just say to my old man that i said hi.... That he should really start being better towards you." With that, Aurelius left too....

The next figures were James and Lily Potter. Before Albus could say anything, Lily had cried while James looked at him with clear gratitude. "Thank you... Thank you so much for being there for Harry.... And thank you for helping Petunia be better.... I'm so grateful to you Albus..... And i trust Harry would be happy to have you as his father and as a member of the Dumbledore Family." Albus gave them a sad smile. "Alas-" "You deserved it... Thank you.... And.... Tell Harry that i'm sorry... As well as.... Severus..... Tell Harry that although i wasn't there for him, that i am proud of him, as is Lily. Don't blame yourself for things you can't control." Albus gave a genuine smile, despite his sadness. "Thank you.... I promise.... Harry will live.... He will be a great man...." Giving him a last somber smile, the Potter couple left....

With that, Albus gave a deep breath of relief.....

Finally.... After so long... Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore felt.... That he could finally forgive himself..... That he could move on.....

"Here again, brother? How's Harry doing? Hear you came clean to him about what happened to Ariana.... Got to admit i am impressed.... Here i thought i would have to get involved to make you tell him.... Well..... Never thought i'll say this, but i suppose 75 marks for you as a family man..... A pass grade....." Aberforth said with actual genuine respect and impression. He was still gruff, but Albus appreciated Aberforth at least did acknowledge it.

"Aberforth.... I'm here to give you a choice....." With that, Albus revealed the Resurrection Stone to his brother. Aberforth stared at it for a moment before gruffly saying" What the hell is this? A stone with a Deathly Hallows insignia? Still up to-" "It's the Resurrection Stone.... I found it..... And.... I talked to father, mother, Ariana, and Aurelius with it." Albus said solemnly, watching as Aberforth take in the information.

"You can use it to see them one more time..... And while they have said words of forgiveness and assurance to me..... I think you deserve the chance to-" "Save it..... So what were you expecting me to act? Albus? Hmm? Did you expect me to thank you for it. I don't need it. I do know the tale, and bringing them back that way isn't the right choice." Aberforth said coldly but Albus couldn't help his smile. Yes.... Aberforth was better than him, wasn't he? He knew there was no need to conquer death.... And he wouldn't bring their family back because he knew it wouldn't be right......

"It's not exactly able to bring back the dead.... Simply..... Summon a spectre of them.... They can talk.... Communicate with you..... I leave this to you... Hoping you can make amends with them.... I'm not asking to be fully forgiven.... I do this because you have earned it.... You are a better man than i ever was.... Aberforth...." Aberforth stared at him for a while before letting out a snort.

"At least you admit it....." With a sad laugh, Albus placed the Stone at the table and left Hog's Head. Aberforth deserved a personal time with them after all. Now he was off to take Harry. He had after all already arranged the plans with the Dursleys.....

When he arrived, he saw Harry was ready, and to his pride, Harry's aura had clearly increased, despite probably spending little time training as he was on good terms with the Dursleys. Not to mention that while Albus gave him his books, he didn't exactly train him himself.... So Harry didn't have much to learn from apart from reading the books. But most of all, when he saw Harry, he felt joy, happiness, and hope rush through him. Truly.... Harry was his son.... And he swore that he would keep him safe, would guide him, and that he would live and be better for him.

After all.... It was Harry who had helped him move on from the past. Had Harry not given him an actual reason to live apart from protecting the world, he would have most likely succumbed to the temptation and be left dying. For that, Albus was grateful to Harry beyond anything he ever felt before.

And before Harry had left with him, Albus addressed Petunia. "Your sister's spirit has spoken to me.... She says she is grateful.... That you've raised Harry the best you could. She says that she forgives you.... So do not blame yourself Petunia..... Your sister wishes you and Dudley a good and happy life and states that when you finally join her, you better have a good story to tell about Harry, as well as a couple amusing stories about Dudley." Petunia had given him a small, bittersweet, but genuine smile at that. "Well.... I think she would love the many tales i have for her when i finally join her in the afterlife then....."

And with that, Albus set off with Harry. He intended to recruit none other but Horace Slughorn, and would need Harry's help to do it. But the reason why he needed Horace wasn't because he needed the Horcrux memory.... Rather, it was because he wished to make amends with Horace, to give him solace. His old friend deserved better than to just wallow in grief and regret after all.

"Father? I've seen the Ministry deliver protective information.... But it's nothing useful.... There aren't any courses about defensive spells, any volunteer for protection services.... Nothing.... Truly.... The Ministry is so incompetent..... It needs to change.... I have to-" "Be patient Harry... Patient.... After all.... Recently, i just discovered an epiphany.... Because of you." Albus replied to Harry's clear anger that the Ministry was sticking to it's incompetent ways with calmness. Yes.... Harry was after all his savior....

"Father?" "But that epiphany.... You will have to learn later..... And yes.... The Ministry is incompetent... I've seen it many times.... But it's not just Britain. The other countries aren't exactly that better off. I will reform the world completely.... But that will have to wait.... As much as i hate to say this, Tom's actions has horrified many even among the supremacists and bigots.... They will be much more welcoming to the changes that we will bring together....." Harry gave a huge sigh as he nodded. 

"Sir? Did you..... Ever think that pure-bloods should just be wiped out? If they are the core to the problem, then-" Albus had stopped at that as he looked at Harry firmly. "Don't think like that Harry..... First of all, do you know that  Ronald and the Weasleys are pure-blood? As is Sirius? Do you honestly believe that all pure-bloods are like that?" Harry had looked utterly shocked and embarassed. "N-No! It's just-" "They are far more different than other pure-bloods.... Yes.... But don't forget.... The Greengrass Family also was against Voldemort..... There are in fact a few pure-blood families who were against both Voldemort and Grindelwald.... Just because the world's purebloods may be predjuiced, that doesn't mean that they deserve death and destruction.... To be merciless like that is to stop being any different than Voldemort and Grindelwald..... So be better Harry.... Never believe you know everything right...."

Harry looked away and sighed as he nodded. Albus gave a breath as they finally entered Horace's house.

Horace, naturally, had been just as uncooperative as he had at first expected, but Albus saw no point in hiding his intentions, so he sent Harry upstairs. "Horace... I am quite aware of the fact you have told Tom about Horcruxes.... I know the memory you gave was a fake one.... And i already knew he has created Horcruxes.... So there is really no motive apart from hiring you, if that is what you are worried about." Horace had looked utterly pale at those words, but then Albus continued.

"Actually.... I wish to give you a chance.... To be better than the demons and the past that has haunted you.... I am asking you to give me your memory.... Because i wish to relieve you of the burden it causes you.... I don't need to do this.... But i am dong it.... Because you are my friend.... Horace.... I simply wish to redeem you." "I AM ASHAMED! I..... I did a great damage that day.... How can i ever-" "By giving me that memory.... I am already working to defeat Tom once and for all..... But your memory would help even if only a little and ultimately not necessary. I am giving you a chance to confront your demons.... Will you take it?" Albus finished as he waited patiently for Horace's answer.

Finally, Horace pulled out the memory and Albus softly caught it with a flask. "Please Albus... Forgive me... I'm sorry.... Lily...." "You are forgiven.... And i think.... That now.... Will you be a Potion Master? Will you help me a bit with preparing the students? I will tell you how, but do you agree?" Horace finally nodded. Albus gave him a gentle pat.

"Thank you Horace.... And i stand by my word. I will help you find redemption... But you must work for it as well."

With that, Albus called Harry and together they left the house. "Professor Slughorn seemed really shaken up.... And he was close to my mother... I wonder-" "Let's just say that he and Tom were once at good terms and the fact that his students had killed each other was quite devastating to him. I helped him overcome his past in a way you will soon learn.... And i recently overcame my past as well... For that.... I have you to thank for." Harry had given him a smile at that. "You helped me too, Professor.... And i am glad that i met you. I am glad that i became a Dumbledore.... I am proud to be your son...."

And Albus had given him a smile that no longer felt bittersweet or melancholic....

For.... At this moment.... Albus Dumbledore had finally made peace with himself.

He had made mistakes.... But he discovered many things worth fighting for.... He would regret his mistakes, but he would move on....

He had to... After all.... He had a son to care for now.

They spent a week at the Burrow before heading off to the Dumbledore Family House. It was amusing, Albus had to admit, as he watched Harry finally starting to fall truly for Ginny, and he also found it rather a pleasant surprise that Fleur Delacour was now engaged to Bill. They both actually suited each other more than Molly might think.... After all, beneath Fleur's snobbishness laid a warm and caring heart. She had after all been forever grateful for the salvation of her sister Gabriele. In fact, Fleur was quite awe-struck when Albus stayed at the house and immediately greeted him, expressing that as he was Harry's teacher, she had to thank him as well for her sister's life.  Albus had kindly accepted it.

That said, Molly wasn't at all approving that Bill and Fleur were engaged. She seemed to be trying to match Nymphdora with Bill.... Not that it would work. Nymphdora, after all, had fallen in love with Remus. He knew. He had seen Remus volunteer for more dangerous missions, all to avoid facing his feelings for her. And she would regularly seek him out as well, but he avoided her as much as he could. Albus shook his head sadly. Remus doubted his ability to be a proper lover and father.... He sympathized with him, and had repeatedly tried to get them together but while Nymphdora was quite grateful, Remus wasn't. 

And it seemed that Fleur was actually aware that Molly disliked her..... Although the drama was rather sad, Albus had to admit he was pleased that war hadn't reduced the fact that romance was still prominent. He gave Fleur subtle encouragements like saying that she needed to prove herself and start learning house-hold magic as well as be determined and effective. After all, Fleur had the makings to be a proper wife for Bill. Her stubbornness matched the eldest Weasley sibling and while he would temper her, she would in return be an excellent guide and judger of his decisions. Fleur had accepted his advice with much gratitude, and Albus even taught her a few house-hold spells as well as certain insights to Bill's favorites. 

Molly seemed to be disapproving, but Albus decided to help Fleur and Bill like he helped Fred and George. He confronted Molly and gave her a patient lecture. She was at first unreceptive, but eventually, seeing Fleur's efforts gradually warmed her up, though she still reserved Lupin, if not for in case Fleur dumped Bill. Albus couldn't help the shaking.

That said, the day before he and Harry would leave, there was a bit of an accident when Hermione was suddenly hit by an invention of Fred and George, a punching telescope. Albus was thankfully there and able to fix it rather quickly. Molly was a great witch, with a remarkable skill in healing and caring spells, but Albus was, saying the least, easily having the upper hand due to his centuries of experience. So he cast a few spells after Molly failed.... And Hermione's skin was fully healed.....

Just as the results of the OWLS came for them. With a smile, Albus watched as Harry proudly reviewed his results and gave a satisfactory nod. Above Outstanding..... In all subjects. With a particular note stating Harry was easily among the greatest prodigies the examiners ever had. Meanwhile, Miss Granger achieved Outstanding in all her subjects, and even Ronald did the same. Albus had to admit he was pleased, particularly with Harry, but also with Ronald and Hermione's results. They had after all been the top five of the members of the Dumbledore's Army, with Luna being tied with Ronald and Hermione being somewhat above Ginny. Albus did have to give Ronald a rather through class of history, but it was worth it. Apparently, Ronald had made an effort himself to improve and taken his advice. While Binns wasn't exactly a failure as a teacher, he was rather lazy.... And Albus had knew that, thus his lessons included a class on history. Meanwhile, Harry had naturally taken history fairly seriously and under Dumbledore, he learned even more. It would be crucial for his future. In time, they would discuss history more..... But first they had to deal with Tom.

The next day, they set off to first visit Sirius to see how he was adjusting to the arm Albus gave him. Sirius was thankfully fine otherwise and with his innocence exposed, was eager to return to activity. Albus had thus gave him the permission to continue his missions of subterfuge. And with that, he and Harry arrived at the Dumbledore Family House.

It was none other but the same place where they lived in Godric's Hollow. Albus gave the impression of it being abandoned and desolate, but in truth he had throughly kept the place up to date and ensured it was ready to be used. In fact, this was the house Sirius hid in before he returned to his old home. He had cast an extremely powerful ritual to disillusion it for as long as he wished it, and essentially cut it off from any non-magical entrance. He was the only person who could use this house and grant access to it. 

Albus had prepared numerous rather rigorous training exercises for Harry to use in this year. No longer holding back, he had programmed all the magical simulations and made sure it created hard and difficult enemies, including Death Eaters. He also started creating specific simulations such as forcing Harry to defend for an entire minute against enemies and not defeat them, giving him a time limit to defeat enemies, and limiting his arsenal to only simple spells. 

All this simulations were naturally difficult even for Harry, but Albus had explained his reasons first so Harry was determined. "Harry.... In terms of raw power, you were born with immense amounts of magical energy. Like i said before back when you saw my duel with Gellert, having enormous power doesn't guarantee you victory. In fact, Gellert had the Elder Wand and yet despite having the strongest wand in existence, i stand victorius because i was a shade more skillful and more capable with subtle techniques. The first step to any great wizard's training, in my opinion, is first acquire the proper skills and knowledge. Strength and power will come from it. I give you these specific training because while you may be skilled beyond your years, it would not be enough to fight in the front lines against dozens of formidable foes. You must be able to anticipate anything. You have learned, but now you must apply that which you have learned into creating your own style, your own interpretation of magic. You cannot copy me. You are not me, and you shouldn't be me. You.... Are.... Harry.... And this applies to all the skills you will learn. I will teach you all that i could, but you have to adjust what you have learned to match your character. Even the most similar of skills will still be used differently depending the user."

With time, Harry was able to eventually clear the easier levels, defeating up to 7 normal Death Eaters. And Albus observed Harry was able to apply his advice, developing his own style that differed from Albus's own after having clearly attempted to imitate his and the other teachers styles. Harry's style was aggressive, but the aggression was highly tempered and perfectly mixed with fluidity as he seamlessly deflected while also attacking back. His usage of unusual magics such as runes and elemental spells that Albus had began teaching him made him even more formidable, and he was able to apply the basics while also using more powerful magic. Yes.... He truly was leaving behind the area of regular excellence and had started climbing the ranks of greatness.

Albus thought as well that he should involve Harry in his plans for the next year's education. He would naturally keep teaching, but Harry could use the experience to develop his skills. And after all.... Since Harry intended to revolutionize the Auror office, he would need teaching experience.....

Albus and Harry walked into the Diagon Alley calmly and casually. They were here to acquire all of Harry's necessary equipment for his sixth year at Hogwarts. All the Diagon Alley shoppers congratulated Harry and hailed him as the next Mystical Master of War after his performance. Albus just smiled as Harry gave them a polite and respectful reply by saying he hoped so, but stated that he had his differences and he would forge his own path and style.

That said, there was a slight hiccup when they entered Madam Malkins. As Albus quickly gathered all the robes needed, he and Harry were abruptly faced with Draco and Narcissa Malfoy just as they confronted Hermione. "Well well well.... It seems a Mudblood has entered-" "I think, Mister Malfoy, that you shouldn't be speaking such language here." They turned around and Albus noticed with pity and empathy their hatred of him and Harry. He had after all defeated and imprisoned Lucius in Azkaban. It may have been necessary, but Albus still felt guilty for introducing Draco to the same stigma and pain he briefly suffered.

"Enjoying being a Dumbledore, eh, Potter? But while he may be here now, what will happen when he isn't?" Harry gave them a rather cool smirk at that. "Yeah? Well.... Your father is rotting in Azkaban, Malfoy.... And it was my father here that sent him there. I'll happily sent you and your mother there too-" "That is quite enough..... We're not here to fight." Albus said immediately. He had to admit he was surprised with Harry's recent attitude. Ever since the battle at the Ministry, Harry appeared to be more.... Merciless. 

But then Albus noticed the..... Dark Mark! At Draco's arm..... How could this be? When had he- How could Narcissa have done this? To willingly subject her son into the life of a criminal.... Was this how desperate she had became? In fact, Albus noticed her Occlumency shields faltering, and probed her mind a little..... And discovered that Draco was ordered to do something she believed impossible and that she would after this quickly reach out to Severus..... It seemed Voldemort had offered freedom for Lucius in exchange.... So Malfoy would naturally be tempted. Alas, he didn't understand just what life awaited him.....

With that, Albus left with Harry as Draco shouted curses at his name and swore revenge. He had to restrain Harry when he nearly attacked Draco in retaliation for the insult. "Harry.... What was that about? You insulted Draco about his father..... That was completely uncalled for-" "Because he deserved it. They all deserved to rot in Azkaban." Harry had replied with such merciless determination that Albus felt himself flinch as he saw yet again the tinges of the old without mercy policies of him and Gellert.

But before he could confront Harry about it, they arrived at the Weasleys Wizard Wheezes and Albus saw with a tinge of amusement that Fred and George had really mixed magical jokes with efficient helping hands quite well. The gigantic yellow poster stood proud as they clearly showed the Weasleys strong support for Dumbledore by the words "WHY ARE YOU WORRYING ABOUT YOU-KNOW-WHO AND LISTENING TO THE SUCKERS IN THE MINSITRY!? YOU SHOULD BE PLEDGING YOUR ALLEGIANCE TO ALBUS DUMBLEDORE, THE GREATEST WIZARD AND MAN ANYONE CAN ASK FOR! THE MAN WOULD BE ABLE TO MAKE EVEN THE MOST HELPLESS SITUATIONS TURN INTO A REAL JOKE!" Albus shook his head as a smile covered his face. Harry outright laughed, while Molly seemed torn between pride at their support of him and concern for their active opposition of the Ministry and Voldemort.

When he entered the shop, he was abruptly greeted by the Weasleys excitedly showing him around. He had to admit they really took his advice magnificently. The Muggle Joke section contained much of the artistic and ordinary but intriguing design that Albus had suggested them, cards, lockpickings, rope tricks, epic displays of fencing with a magical sword and a few martial moves courtesy of Albus giving them such displays, and some Muggle weapons. Albus also had to admit he was impressed with the Daily Patented Charm. It was a quite exemplary piece of magic that he discovered, but he didn't teach the Weasleys that. "A rather magnificent magic.... Nice to see you have made it more famous." The Weasleys beamed at him. "Thanks! We made a version ourselves, since you said we should make more original products. And we also-" The Weasleys started with a smile as they unveiled the Wonderwitch section. "Made a highly attractive set of products for girls..... Special discounts if they say they are celebrating valentine, like you said we should when we made romance products. We also took your suggestion and took a few creatures into the field.... The most popular being..... Pygmy Puffs!" The Weasleys said dramatically as they unveiled the miniature Puffskeins. Albus shook his head fondly.

"And finally! Defensive objects.... You were right the most about this one... Dozens of Ministry employees bought our products and many home families keep asking for them!" Albus laughed as he inspected the products. Shield Charm amplified accesories, Decoy Detonators, and Jinx Off..... Truly impressive. "Nicely done! Exceed Expectations, this is! But.... I think you should limit Love Potions to only valentines and set a maximum usage.... After all, Love Potions are never the right way to find love. And.... I think i would like to buy all the Defensive Objects each for a member of the Order please? How much-" "Oh no you don't! We told you.... For life, you will have permanent access to our products for free! And Harry too! He gave us a pretty decent startup loan.... All the gold he got from the Triwizard Tournament!" Albus gave a guilty smile as he nodded.

He gave them several more lectures, such as establishing more branches at specific locations and giving them advices to regulate their products, before leaving with many thanks and several equipment for the Order. But then he had another business to attend to. He asked Harry to wait for him as he went to Gringotts to find and destroy the Horcrux at the Lestrange's Vault.

And indeed Ragnok was severely dispelased to hear that such a dark artifact was stored in his bank and immediately and gladly gave him access to the Vault. It was the Cup of Helga Hufflepuff. Being that it was a lost relic, Albus decided to use a spell he knew could destroy the Horcrux shard and not the object. He placed it on the middle of a runic circle drawn by blood. Dark magic of the highest order needed extra power and Albus was quite familiar with blood magic from his time with Gellert and his subsequent sojourn so he could use it. Not all blood magic was evil. The spell Albus was using was from the Light. "Corde puro et voto quod hoc carmen invoco pro bono, lux! Auferte hanc abominationem! Tenebras animae partes dele ut vincatur!"Albus's incantation caused a bright light to fill the room as he channeled the power of among the brightest of the magical arts, calling upon the power of the Light and Love to eliminate the piece of Voldemort's soul.

When the light was over, Albus picked the Hufflepuff Cup and was pleased that the taint was gone and left the Vault.

But when he returned to Harry, he saw the boy looking rather grim...... 

And when they returned to the Dumbledore Family House, Albus learned way. Apparently, Harry saw Malfoy walking into Knockturn Alley and followed him. He saw that Malfoy asked Borgin to fix something and had even threatened to bring Greyback against him if he didn't. Albus knew exactly what Draco asked for..... A Vanishing Cabinet..... Connected to Hogwarts directly...... Definitely, he wanted to bring something dangerous inside.

He supposed it was time to ask Severus about it.....

Albus had to admit.... Even if he truly disliked Draco Malfoy.... What Tom expected him to do was easily among the cruelest things he ever heard done. Apparently, Draco was tasked to kill Albus himself, with the promise that Lucius would be spared and his family receive honors... But Albus knew Tom fully expected Draco would die against him. Draco was apparently trained, but only by Bellatrix. There was no way he would have a chance against Albus, or even Harry. While Draco may have had a better chance against Harry back then, right now Harry would doubtlessly destroy him. 

It was a truly cruel gambit..... And Albus knew at that point that he truly felt nothing but pity towards the Malfoys. He had already felt like he always felt towards the Death Eaters sadness and disappointment that they became the monsters that they were now, but seeing them brought so low, so utterly despondent and desperate.... It was a rather tragic experience. He saw the Malfoys were clearly being disillusioned with Voldemort.

"I assume.... Severus.... That you know it's just a pathetic gambit, a cruel task with no hope of succeeding?" Severus gave a sigh as he shook his head. "Naturally.... Narcissa is quite hysterical, and though i am on your side, i have to admit i pity the Malfoys. What should we do?" Albus gave a huge sigh as he realized the plan that he had created may have to be altered in numerous ways.

"I assume.... That Voldemort believes that with me gone, he'll be able to take over the Ministry?" Severus scowled at that. "Please don't tell me-" "No.... I intend to fake weakness.... My plan will need your assistance Severus.... But first, since i will naturally have to leave Hogwarts and go underground..... Which is what i had been planning, but i never expected it would have to be pushed this soon..... I would have to make you promise you will be the Headmaster. You will assist the teachers in ensuring Voldemort's influence was limited. Do you understand?" Severus gave a curt nod.

"Now.... First, i need you to be the person who cast the Killing Curse at me.... While i would use a particular piece of magic quite similar in origin and nature to the same loving sacrifice that your Lily used to protect her son to render the Killing Curse impotent." Albus gave a huge sigh as he recalled that particular potion. Easily the purest example of love, the Potion of the Sacrifice of Love, it was literately Lily's sacrificial protection weaponized. It would last to protect a person from any and all spells, even the Killing Curse, but only once unlike Harry's lasting protection.

"The next course of action would be...." Albus told Severus his plans. He wasn't exactly pleased to hear the full extent of it, but when Albus gave him a specific role that he had been looking forward to.... He ended up agreeing.

As expected, Harry's shock and disapproval was quite extreme. He was highly reluctant to follow the plan, but not because he would have to leave Hogwarts, but rather because he was concerned it would fail. Albus had however reassured him that it would. "Believe in me Harry.... I promise you.... At the end of the day, i will remain with you, my son.... You.... Are easily the best thing that has ever happened to this old sad man.... And i would be there for you all the way.... Until my natural time has come and you are ready to continue on yourself...." Harry had in the end relented, and Albus thus took his blood that still had traces of Lily's love magic, mixed it with Aberforth's and the thoughts and feelings of love he had for his allies and most importantly Harry.... And finally the potion was ready.

Albus gave a heavy sigh as he and Harry returned to Hogwarts. He needed to tell the staff after all.....

So.... Albus Dumbledore has taken the final step to being the father Harry Potter needed.... His story as the Headmaster of Hogwarts is ending.....

And soon..... He shall rise.... As something greater. 

As Harry Potter reaches maturity with his teacher and father there for him all the way, Albus Dumbledore's decision will alter the fate of the Wizarding World.... Forever more.

Chapter Text

Albus gave a huge sigh as he stood facing his students, unnoticed due to their chatter. The rest of the professors, having been told about his decision, looked decidedly grim. Harry in particular was looking solemn as Hermione and Ronald asked him about what happened.

Composing himself, Albus gave a broad smile. "The very best of evenings to all of you! Welcome to new students and welcome back to old students! Another year full of magical education awaits you.... As everybody in this Hall must know, Lord Voldemort's return has been exposed. I would like to thank all of you for believing it far before the Ministry, and i apologize if you were put in danger by default..... I am particularly grateful to the few students who were valiant in exposing Voldemort's return.... And i am delighted to announce..... Henceforth.... That a certain.... Means shall be taken to expand the membership of what people has named affectionately.... Dumbledore's Army. I cannot thank you enough for the faith and support you have shown..... And those who are already a member, i ask that you properly educate those who wish to attend."

As the students all cheered, with more Slytherins than he expected following suit, Albus held a hand to silence them. "Finally.... I will remain the Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts.... But in certain occasions i cannot teach.... Professor Snape shall take my position." There were several jeers as Albus sighed. Hopefully, Severus would be more popular after he gets his teaching position..... "Professor Horace Slughhorn will take over the position of Potions Master..... And finally as you all must be aware, i have taken Harry Potter.... Under my wing. He is now Harry.... James.... Potter.... Brian.... Dumbledore...." Albus finished with a smile as everyone let out a huge yell of approval. "As such.... He is also my apprentice, and i am pleased to announce my son will now be helping me in special classes by default of his skills having advanced enough to be a proper teacher." 

Everyone was back to their cheerful mood at that as they actively and excitedly said words of supporting him and Harry. That said, Albus noticed Draco's clear hatred and fury towards him and Harry. He sighed. Hatred..... His brother had for a time succumbed to it after Ariana's departure. Part of the reason why Albus became estranged with him for years was because he believed Gellert should die.... Revenge.... Albus had never even pondered it. Such a firm belief had been deeply ingrained when his father paid for his life after getting revenge. Hopefully, Draco would be influenced by the painful experiences to be better, and Lucius and Narcissa would follow his example.

Harry meanwhile simply gave a polite smile as the youngsters particularly asked him about many things. Albus shook his head fondly. Children.... Now..... 

"That said... It is just as important that we consider future careers. After all, even with a Dark Lord actively working to destroy the world.... It has been a lifetime experience that students should get the chance to experience the world and be happy rather than immediately signing up for war! That said, there are without a doubt certain valiant souls that would wish to fight..... And as such i have come into the decision that there will be new elective classes that would teach you skills depending on your careers! I am pleased to announce that the Magizoology Training, Auror Future, Healer of the World, Business Booming Ventures, and Muggle Relations Classes will be held! The Magizoology Training will have Newton Scamander as a teacher via projection charms and at certain times, a visit directly, and the same would be for Auror Future, where Newt's wife, Porpentina Goldstein, would display her skills as an Auror via projection charms but would visit at times! As for the Healer of the World, it will be held by Madam Pomfrey, who is quite pleased to be teaching this and hopes she will be able to produce high-quality healers that would serve the world well and also that Hogwarts would have a proper Matron Successor, and the Business Booming Ventures shall meanwhile be held by Fred and George Weasley, who have kindly accepted the post and even promised special discounts for students who display proper attitude!" And finally.... Muggle Relations... Jacob Kowalski and Queenie Goldstein as veterans of the war and abolishers of the Rappaport Law will be your instructors. Surprisingly, as among the few Muggles to see Hogwarts, Jacob Kowalski is quite eager to return to the school, and thus would regularly visit along with his wife. Do note that these teachers are fully competent. As such, i expect you to take their lessons to heart."

Albus waited for the students to react..... And smiled when they all cheered.

"The system with which they would be held would be given in the noticeboards of each House's Common Room. Well.... That's it! Remember, however, that we must be more guarded than ever! Security restrictions will be given, and i trust you all will conduct yourself with the utmost regard for your own and each other's safety. The new professors.... Will also be quite happy to help whenever they visit the castle, being that they were veterans of the war with Gellert Grindelwald and thus fully trustworthy and competent! And now your beds await with all the warmth and comfort as you can possibly wish! With the fact that your top priority doubtlessly being ensuring that you would be well-rested for the lessons tomorrow.... As such.... We say goodnight. Pip Pip!" With that, Albus finished his speech and returned to his seat.

After finishing his speech, Albus took in the sight of students laughing and enjoying themselves as he smiled proudly. Truly, he should have been more direct..... And now.... Albus was quite pleased that at least his last year as a Headmaster would be spend doing his best to care for his students.

The first week of classes were rather well-done. The students were eager to learn more.... And the electives were being handled quite nicely. Yes.... Newt, Tina, Queenie, Jacob, Pomfrey, Fred, and George were exceptional experts in their field.... It truly was a right decision to hire them..... It seemed in fact that Newt and Jacob in particular were rather fond of the enthusiasm shown. Newt was looking like he was overjoyed that he was successfully training new Magizoologists.... Jacob was happy with how his students reacted to his teachings with awe and respect. Even Tina and Queenie were rather pleased with their new jobs and Queenie in particular humorously asked if she could teach them Legilimency. Albus had grimaced and said no but that perhaps she could in the Institute he would found one day. After all, Legilimency was rather invasive and should be taught only to those with the right mindset. To be honest, Albus was glad that Queenie was quickly adjusting to the new world, having spent several years in a slumber due to her valiant and redeeming sacrifice. Meanwhile, Fred and George were mixing both genuine enthusiasm to teach and the future of their own business. They were quite informative and entertaining, and students who attended were rather fond of them, especially as they weren't too strict and happy to help with questions and homeworks. Adding to the appeal was that they regularly gave their products for free to those who performed well, and any task done perfectly would get them a special voucher that was highly sought out!  

Meanwhile, Harry was quite pleased to tell him that he was doing well as a teacher.... Albus naturally still taught Defense Against the Dark Arts, but he gave Harry and Severus 3 spots in the classes. The same went for his additional classes. Horace was also helping as Albus had asked him to. All three were doing fairly well.... Horace in particular was beginning to find peace with himself after helping the students, as Albus had perceived. Meanwhile, Harry was displaying the same innate aptitude he had for leadership and teaching that he used for Dumbledore's Army to his classes. Even Severus was showing him true professional respect. Indeed, Severus was being much better in teaching now. Any bias seemed to have vanished and he was being an efficient teacher.

That said, it was after Harry's first week that Albus noticed something wrong with him. He seemed to be a bit contemplative during one of their sessions. "Is there something wrong, Harry?" Harry had looked at him and then pulled out what Albus initially believed to be a copy of Advanced Potions Making.... Until he revealed it to be penned by the "Half-Blood Prince".

Albus immediately recognized who it was.... Severus.... He would do that.... These recipes and spells.... Albus had seen him use them when he supervised his exams after all.... And the spells were regularly used against James.....

Albus gave a sigh and stated "This book.... Belongs.... To Severus.... He left it here.... I see.... Harry.... I do not deny that these recipes and spells are rather sophisticated, but i must ask you to be carerful.... I give you permission to use the recipes and spells, but you must be considering.... Don't use it too often.... Here...." Albus made a mark of certain Potions who Harry wasn't allowed to use the recipes for.

And afterwards they continued their lessons. Albus also started introducing Potions into their lessons. After all, Harry needed to learn and equip himself with all things he could as he would soon be going to war. "It's imperative..... Harry.... That you master the art of using potions in fighting. Healing potions can be good especially in situations where Healing Spells, which are moderately difficult and require intensive care and skill, are unwise to use. There are also certain Potions that can be used against the enemy...." He was pleased that Harry took him seriously and applied himself as hard as he would with any other exercise. Albus also taught him a few ways to make a hasty but effective basic healing potion and explosive potion. They would continue more, but for now the basics first....

Finally, Albus felt Harry was ready to see the memory he had.... Regarding Tom Riddle's mother. "Harry.... In addition to our magical classes, we will begin having a special class that depicted you seeing certain parts of Tom Riddle's past..... We will also practice special countermeasures against him, but that's for later. This memory...." Albus said as he poured the memory into the Pensieve. "Is quite.... Wild.... And depicts... Well..... Let's just say a woman even more tragic than my mother."

With that, they went into the memory. Albus watched as Bob Ogden walked into the house of the Gaunts with the professional attitude, dedication, reason, and compassion Albus was always pleased to see. He was disgusted with the way of the Gaunts..... Their Inbreeding, which he told the quite appealed and disgusted Harry... "Alas.... Certain pure-blood supremacists are so deeply concerned with purity that they resorted to such means.... They made even the Malfoys and Blacks look rather subdued." Harry nodded coldly as he watched the sight unfold with clear anger at the way Morfin and Marvolo treated others yet respect at Ogden's competence and respect and pity at the sight of Merope....

When Marvolo nearly killed Merope, Harry looked about moments away from attacking Marvolo and Albus was pleased to see his son's compassion. When they returned, Harry immediately came to the conclusion that she was Voldemort's mother and the handsome boy was Voldemort's father.

"Indeed.... After Marvolo was arrested.... Merope was able to develop her magical abilities.... And apparently brewed a Love Potion for her crush Tom Riddle Senior. With that, she was able to effectively charm him by manipulating him into drinking water when it was at a particularly hot day. Then.... She married Tom Riddle Senior and went away.... She was truly in love with him, but he didn't love her without the Potion. As such.... When her genuine love overrode her cunning, she stopped giving him Love Potions.... And thus.... He left her immediately. His horror at what she had done overrode any concern he had for her and his unborn child.... And then.... Merope, having been abandoned by her love and her tragic life having caught up to her, was so heartbroken and depressed that she couldn't find any will to live.... And as Love when used in dark ways was always..... A tragic punishment will fall upon them.... Merope lost her powers as a witch as Magic punished her for her crime of obsessive love.... And left her with such despair that she died despite having a son to live for.... It was an even more tragic than Ariana's.... The man that became Voldemort could have been so much better.... But i do not blame Merope. She was after all hit worse than Kendra Dumbledore ever was.... My mother always felt the burden of taking care of Ariana, and only her genuine love for us and her determination kept her strong. But she became harder.... As time passed.... As such, Ariana became more estranged from her until.... It happened." Albus said sadly as Harry softly patted his shoulder.

"Yes.... Even though i want to defeat Voldemort, after seeing.... That.... I just pity him. And his mother.... It doesn't give him an excuse, but i do pity him.... He deserved that much. Albus gave Harry a proud smile. "Good! Empathy..... Never lose it Harry. 100 Points to Gryffindor for being able to empathize with Voldemort!" Harry just gave him an awkward smile as he nodded.

"And.... How's Miss Weasley coming up? I could sense you are finally beginning to truly develop feelings for her...." Albus teased as Harry blushed red and left with the class having ended, laughing at the sight. At least somethings never change.....

There was a bit of an amusement time when he watched as Harry operated as the newly appointed Captain of the Quidditch Team, which Albus had agreed to Minerva's proposal. He had asked if Harry would like to remain a prefect, and Harry said he wished to use this as an opportunity to develop. Albus had agreed to his son's wishes.

Honestly, there seemed to be many girls who fancied Harry due to his prophecy-famed status. Albus shook his head as Harry awkwardly greeted all the girls who trialed.... And it seemed that Harry was acting like a gentleman, as when the girls moaned and cursed, Harry gently lead them away and that was after he had threatened to hex unruly boys. Yes.... Harry seemed to be following the woman before man rule first.... At this moment. Even the girls who disguised themselves as Gryffindors just to get close to him received only a light and patient lecture.

And he was pleased to see that Ronald had full confidence in himself. Apparently, Harry had kept training him and Ronald was eventually able to block all the shots perfectly in their flying sparring. As such, Ronald perfectly caught all the Quaffles thrown at him and even looked like he was playing the entire time. He pitied Ginevra's clear shock at her brother's techniques. Hopefully, Harry would start training her as well..... 

That said, things seemed to be somewhat escalating among ladies for Harry's affection. Due to Harry hardly dating Ginny anymore and focusing on his training, the girls started to believe they had a chance.... Albus shook his head at that. Really.... These days, girls sure are competitive..... 

Alas, Albus quickly found himself faced with the fact that Draco Malfoy was truly seeking to kill him when he and Harry visited Hogsmeade. They had just visited Aberforth, whose nicer attitude towards him indicated he had in fact used the Stone as he gave him to do and achieved peace. His bar was cleaner, and he seemed to be more familial than before with Harry. Not that Aberforth was acting like a bad uncle at all.... He was gruff, but he welcomed Harry with a special treat and was kinder to him than most. Afterwards they had went to the Three Broomsticks and Albus watched as Harry politely accept Horace's invitation for a party, as at that particular day he was free, with a smile. Hermione was quite pleased, but then Ronald started showing signs of jealousy and they argued.... Albus sighed. Honestly, romance these days seemed to be more complicated than ever....

But any amusement and lament vanished when he and Harry walked the streets back to Hogwarts.... And were abruptly greeted with the sight of Katie Bell collapsed on the ground..... With a cursed necklace. She briefly spasmed and levitated before yelling in pain and collapsing for good, clearly in muted pain. 

Albus didn't waste any time and immediately cast healing spells and the counter-curse upon her. It was a quite powerful curse.... But Albus had healed many during the war with Gellert, so compared to that, this was nothing. He sighed in relief as Katie stabilized and all the worst of the damage was removed. She would need only a little bit more treatment and a few weeks of rest. Albus glanced at the horrified Harry and told him to bring Katie back to school, creating a gate to the Hospital Wing. 

"Potentiam tuam appello, Lux, ut Vires Obscuras quaerentes laedere et plus scire de illis videam!" With the spell of revelation cast, Albus experienced visions as he used Divination to see when and how Katie got it.... Draco had Crabbe imperius Madam Rosmerta and use her for this!

Gritting his teeth, Albus shook his head as he released the necklace. He had been holding it while his hands were protected by small-scale but effective wardings to prevent the curse from affecting him. "Expurgatio Tenebrarum!" Albus channeled the light and watched grimly as the curse was purged from the necklace.

Sighing heavily, Albus got up and returned to Hogwarts. Now he must tell Harry the truth.... Hopefully.... He would sympathize with Draco.... After all, his condition wasn't ideal, and Albus truly pitied him.

Albus Dumbledore forgot.... That despite his extraordinary character and good heart.... Harry Potter was just a man.... But his darkness can be quelled....

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As he had expected, Harry was infuriated when he heard Draco was behind it and strongly suggested that they incapacitate Draco and stop his entire plot all together. Albus sighed as he realized he had overestimated Harry's goodness. He was after all very protective of any and all of his friends and he and Katie were fairly close.

Nevertheless, Albus had put his head down. "Harry.... Let me ask you this..... Do you think Draco Malfoy would do all that unless he was pushed?" "He's always been a supremacist, the worst Slytherin..... An enemy-!" "No. You see..... In my opinion, he deserves to be pitied.... Have you seen him abuse his authority as a Prefect recently? He's slowly but surely starting to see the reality of horrors of the life that awaits him as a Death Eater.... And in time.... I have hopes that he will be able to be redeemed..... Besides..... Severus in a way lead your parents to death and yet-" "At least he atoned! I haven't forgiven him, but at least i acknowledge he's trying! I appreciate that, but Malfoy hasn't changed at all! He's still in the dark side..... I should imprison-" "Enough! We would not discuss this again..... Let's begin our session."

Harry grumbled but didn't argue at Albus's serious face. He let out a heavy sigh. Harry was after all human despite his extraordinary character. It was natural he would react in such a way.....

But Albus had seen exactly what kind of outcome an immoral way of protecting and helping others could bring, especially when they were driven by anger and grief and twisted by concern and love.

He had after all been even worse than Harry when he was with Gellert, and the outcome was the greatest regret of his life. He could not and would never let Harry fall down to that same hole.... He must not be like Gellert.

After a few hours of session, Albus using his uncanny knowledge of time magic to slow down time even in the real world for today as it mixed his memory lessons, he was ready to show Harry the memory where he had met young Tom Riddle. And he was pleased that despite his and Tom's ill-fated relationship, Harry displayed some empathy when faced with the fact that his mother died giving birth to him and that she stated that she wished he would be like his father. Right now, Tom was a monster, twisted and broken by his darkness. When he is finally defeated, the fate that awaits him will be a true torment. And Harry seemed to know this, especially as Albus had stated repeatedly he will most likely never find peace, as he gave a mixture of pity and acceptance. Likewise, when he saw Tom's friendless state, his lack of friends, and his twisted attempts to gain a connection to his orphanage that he never had, Harry had looked away. Albus sighed as he remembered the student Tom Riddle could have been, had he been a better teacher.... But then Harry gently grabbed his arm and Albus gave a sad smile as he realized he had Harry now.

He failed, but Harry was his greatest chance...... And when they returned to the office, Albus had questioned Harry about his feelings for Voldemort. "He may have killed my parents and countless others, and i may want him defeated at all costs.... But after seeing that, i just pity him.... I could see what you meant by him having the chance to be something great.... But he's too far gone.... And i promise i won't let you down." Harry had said it with sufficient earnest despite his previous argument with him that Albus couldn't help the fatherly smile as he gently patted him.

"You've already made me proud." Harry had given him a sad smile.

A few days later, a rather guiltily humorous and rather dramatic spectacle happened when he walked Harry to the Gryffindor Common Room along with Ronald after giving him a training session in flying..... And saw Ginny apparently having drunk a bit of an Alcohol and Dean drunkenly about to kiss her cheek despite her clear objection. Albus could sense Harry's clear jealousy and even anger, and noted with a faint hint of amusement that Harry finally seemed to be in touch with his feelings for Ginny. But then Ronald had yelled at Dean and demanded to know if Harry had kissed Ginny in public. Albus palmed his hand at his head at that question.

Things escalated when Ginny and Ronald argued about their love lives. Ginny insisted she had every right to kiss Harry as his girlfriend, causing Harry to blush, and even if it was in public, it wouldn't matter. She also mocked him about his desire for women, with Albus grimacing as she brought up Ronald's clear attraction to Fleur and even his seemingly affection for Aunt Muriel. But when she stated Hermione had kissed Krum, Ron and Ginny actually dueled for a few seconds until Albus abruptly brought an end to the spectacle by slamming his hand to the ground and knocking them down with a pulse of energy, Ginny running away with a shriek and Ronald looking ready to punch someone.

They walked the rest of the way in sullen silence..... Until Ronald asked Harry if it was true Hermione kissed Krum.

When Harry didn't say anything, Albus sighed as Ronald got sour and entered the Common Room in a bad mood. "Be nice and tolerant if his skills slip up... I'll help, but you have to be a friend to him too."

With Harry's resigned nod, Albus left for his office.

As he had expected, Ronald was taking it pretty badly. He was much more easily offended and coldly treated Hermione, who was clearly hurt. Albus felt pity as he realized that Hermione didn't understand Ronald's problems, being his crush for her. Harry was doing his best, but Ronald had been showing signs of decaying in his efficiency as he actually failed to catch a Quaffle for once, the staunch defenses he had developed under Albus and Harry's patient guidance falling apart. He had blamed  everyone for it, and Harry actually had to step in and blast Ronald down when he began dueling with Ginny. But then he stated he would have to drop him out of the team..... And Ronald's reaction was utterly broken....

Any attempts Harry had made afterwards failed to lift Ronald's spirits up, and he no longer attended the flying classes Albus had offered. He was devoting his time more to Fred and George's classes, with Fred actually taking pity on his brother and giving him a free Love Potion to deal with his love life and George offering a discount after seeing his brother look so down. Ronald had refused and apparently had began sparring with them. He was naturally beaten every time, as Fred and George benefitted the most from his training among the Gryffindors being they were already adults. Apart from Harry that is..... And apparently George had even willingly let him land more hits than he could have because he just pitied him.

Albus decided to give Harry a trick suggestion..... By telling him to pretend slipping in Felix Felicis into Ronald's drink before the match. He knew after all that Ronald needed a psychological boost, and a believed luck was quite helpful. Harry, who was rather dejected that Ronald was being unreasonable, was quite grateful and agreed.

As such, Gryffindor made a rather decisive victory over Slytherin, with the clear implication that luck was firmly on the side of the Gryffindor Team, Malfoy and Slytherin's keeper being sick. But while Albus was quite pleased to see Harry's performance as a captain and Seeker, alas such joy and humor vanished quite dramatically when he saw Ronald and Hermione arguing.... He sighed at that. Apparently, Harry had reconciled with Ron, but failed to make him up with Hermione. Harry was clearly rather dejected. Albus saw he needed some time alone and thus followed him secretly into the Gryffindor Common Room.....

And despite enjoying moments of the party held, such enjoyment ended when he saw Ronald and Lavender Brown kissing each other.... In front of the entire Gryffindor House. Hermione's abrupt leaving had made Albus sigh as he followed her. As an a Headmaster, it was natural for him to be there for her. Harry clearly thought the same as Albus sensed him seeking her as well.

Albus beat him by a few minutes. "Hermione.... Are you alright?" Hermione had turned at him with sadness and angry grief. "It's nothing... I was just practicing..... Conjuration.... Birds....." Albus gave a sigh at that. Ah yes... Miss Granger would naturally seek out such a method wouldn't she? "You know..... Such affairs aren't exactly my expertise.... But maybe you should try to reach out. Certain types of man would like someone to offer them their hand...." Albus wanted to laugh bitterly at that. After all, it was Gellert who offered his hand to him at his darkest moments..... But that hand turned his life even more-

"I.... Don't know.... I-" "Hermione...." Albus turned around and saw Harry there, clearly sympathetic.... "Look.... I-" "Enjoying your victory and celebrations? Felix Felicis falsified working wonders? More than Confundus on McLaggen" Albus and Harry collectively sighed at that. It was clear Hermione was angry and bitter at Harry for it.....

But then Ronald and Lavender arrived at the room.... And were abruptly chased away by Hermione's conjured birds. But she didn't stop there. She cast multiple hexes and jinxes and attacked Ronald when he yelled at her for that. Needless to say, Harry had to step in as the duel got nastier, Ronald and Hermione beginning to use more esoteric techniques as they unleashed their pent-up tension. A swift wave of magic pushed them down, and Hermione left the room with clear vindictive fury as Ronald left as well. As Lavender Brown caressed him and said he really was brave and great to be able to fight Hermione that well while she couldn't have even though she too was a Dumbledore's Army member.

With a heavy sigh, Albus patted Harry in the shoulder and left.

After all.... He had other business to attend to.

The rest of the time before Christmas was admittedly filled with romance drama despite the fact he still had many classes and Harry's teaching sessions to deal with. During his classes, Ronald and Hermione hardly missed any opportunity to compete with one another, Ronald even actually volunteering to answer and asking for duels with Hermione.... While Hermione was more than happy to knock him down a peg. Albus barely prevented himself from shaking his head. Numerous burns and scratches came from both sides, along with highly sarcastic barbs while fighting. Hermione won most of the duels, but Ronald managed to get his fair share.

Harry admittedly was trying his best to remain best friends with both of them, but it was rather difficult. He seemed to prefer extra training sessions and Albus was willing to help out. He did try to give advice on how to proceed, but Harry had hoped that they would be given time and thus reflect on their attitude and try to be better. Albus had shaken his head at that. Harry was optimistic, but in this case, Albus doubted it would be that simple. Harry was also irritated by the fact that Lavender Brown kept shamelessly and relentlessly flirting with Ronald in front of him. Albus had given him a humorous smile before telling him that he had seen many girls like that and that he should be patient and see the situation. Needless to say, Harry's unamused glare made it clear he wouldn't be taking that advice and Albus just shook his head.

As Slughorn's Christmas Party neared, Albus was pleasantly surprised that Luna and Newton's grandson Rolf Scamander were partners. Apparently, Newt had taken a liking as she admitted to wishing to be a naturalist and although he wasn't entirely fond of the Quibbler, it was still a pleasant journal for Newt as it discussed many magical creatures. So he had agreed to take her in as an apprentice and she met and started dating Rolf at that point. It was nice to see her and her family get what they rightfully deserve, acknowledgement from a great individual apart from him. Meanwhile, Neville was with Hannah, and Harry with Ginny.... But then such pleasantries was abruptly disturbed when Albus was walking with Harry. They had been discussing rather genially about the party......

When they heard that Hermione had, in a clear attempt to get back at Ronald, partnered with Cormac McLaggen of all people. Harry looked shell-shocked when he heard that, as Albus sighed and gently patted his son and said "Ah... Girls seeking revenge upon rejection by partnering with the rivals of their man.... It's a common tactic...." Harry had stared at him incredulously at that but Albus just smiled and left.

The party went off quite nicely, with Newton actually coming as well to see Luna. Albus was quite pleased to talk with him, having attended by the fact that he was Harry's father and had every right to be there as Headmaster. He had left Harry to be with Ginny. "So things have been going well? When i heard you were going to be Minister For Magic, i was shocked..... But then i suppose for change, you need to do that...." Albus just gave a solemn smile.

"Indeed.... And what do you think of Harry? I may have taken the role of Harry's teacher entirely, but your recent classes meant you still interacted with him, right?" Newt had given a small smile. "Yeah.. Harry has definitely improved by leaps and bounds.... Keep this up.... And he'll be better than i ever was at approximately only a few years.... And Tina was quite approving of Harry's dream to revolutionize the Aurors..... Luna will handle the revolution part of Magizoology.... We're old..... But we can pass on what we have gained in our long lives and ensure the knowledge we have remains recorded.... Though i suppose as i'll be taking the post of the Magizoology Class of your Institute, i think i'll have plenty of chances as well...." Albus had just given him a proud smile and Newt smiled back as he left to dance with Tina.

But then Draco was dragged, caught by Filch sneaking around, and Severus abruptly escorted him out. Immediately, Albus firmly grabbed Harry by the shoulder to stop him from following them. He had been enjoying his time with Ginny, and she was clearly happier than ever before at the fact Harry was truly returning her affection, but had tried to follow when he saw the two.

It took quite a bit of convincing, but Harry begrudgingly agreed not to and trust him.

And as they set off to the Dumbledore Family House, Albus caught a peek of Harry's mind somewhat wishing he could see Ginny. Smiling, Albus said "Don't worry.... We'll be visiting the Weasleys 3 times in this holiday...."

Harry blushed red at being caught entirely in his fantasies as Albus smiled.

At least somethings never changed indeed.....

But then his thoughts became more solemn when he remembered what was coming....

How long would it be that way.

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Albus Dumbledore watched bemused as Harry and the Weasleys sat in dinner, during their first visit to the Burrow, with Molly playing the songs of Celestina Warbeck AKA The Singing Sorceress herself. Albus recalled with faint amusement exactly how she became that. After all, she had been around during his time as a professor and her singing talents were famous even before she attended Hogwarts. Celestina was indeed a very accomplished singer. As a student, she was quite brilliant, if not a bit maniacal about singing and arts, and Albus used his position as the Professor of multiple classes to give her ample opportunities to sing. He was quite frankly the teacher she liked the best because of it, especially as very few of the teachers followed Albus's example and those who did did it because they wanted an entertainment rather than a genuine appreciation for her talents. Albus encouraged her as well. He knew that she had the talent to make the Wizarding World a better place with her songs, so he gave her a few tips that she still used while developing her music to this day, and also gave her a few of the magical songs and singing artifacts he had discovered in certain places such as what seemed to be an ancient entertainment castle hidden in a disillusioned castle in Paris and the remains of an ancient magical culture. Although she wasn't exactly an ally in the political sense, she was still among his many proud successes and Celestina was a staunch supporter of his. 

That said, he did have to cast sound-reducing charms for the sake of Harry and his own ears as Molly irritably increased the volume due to Fleur talking loudly. He gave a sigh. It seemed that Fleur wasn't a particular fan of the musician. In fact, she didn't seem to be fond of music at all.

And Albus was also quite amused to see that Ronald had been given a necklace from Lavender Brown that he was clearly very embarrassed and shocked to receive. Albus had abruptly made fun of it in the whole family, causing Fred and George to palm their hands in their heads in exasperation over their brother's attempts to get back at Hermione and Ginny to scowl at her brother. Speaking of the Weasley girl, she was having quite a happy time, Harry having returned her feelings and actually showing her more than just a gentleman's affection, and Albus was pleased to see the development in just a single day as she happily kissed him repeatedly, earning smiles from all the Weasleys.

Alas.... Percy wasn't able to attend. He was busy being a spy for Albus as he needed him to keep an eye on Rufus Scrimgeour. He may be much more capable than Fudge, but Albus knew that these times meant nothing should be spared. Besides, he had been avoiding Rufus as much as he could. After all, he had more things to be worried about than him. Although.... He did admit he approved that Fudge was given an advisor and communicatory role in the Ministry. After all, as he still believed, everyone deserved a second chance, and perhaps Fudge would be better off as an assistant rather than a leader. In the future, he may redeem himself.

And speaking of romance, it seemed that Remus was still sticking to his previous firm desire to be away from Tonks. Molly was still doubtful but more accepting of Fleur. He sighed dramatically at that. Love lives.... It truly was a mixture..... Relief that people still enjoyed such aspects, but being a counselor for romance was admittedly quite unique and difficult. He may give sound advice, but it could easily be ignored.

But it was during the second visit to the Burrow that Albus was confronted by Rufus Scrimgeour. He had just been dining with the Weasleys in peace when he arrived with Percy clearly being uncomfortable and worried. Rufus had then asked to talk to Harry in private, but Albus had insisted that he follow. 

And as such he and Harry were currently traversing the gardens with Rufus keeping the façade of enjoying the sight. Albus gave Harry a silent telepathic message to remain calm. 

When Rufus finally spoke, it was indeed as Ministry-serving as Albus had expected. He spoke shamelessly and hypocritically of how he intended to make things better and offered support for Harry in his dreams to be an Auror, and Albus had remained silent all the time, keeping a cold face as he shook his head. Was this truly how the Ministry had fallen? Was this what people had felt when they kept insisting he take over and make things better? Albus felt guilt as he realized just how much he had forsaken the people he had sworn to protect.

But then Harry spoke, with clear disgust and fury "Minister..... I don't need your support or the Ministry's.... They have nothing to offer that my father here can't give me.... In fact, he can do more and that's why the Ministry tried to suppress him, didn't it? You're no different than Fudge, Minister..... I refuse your alliance..... I and my father will handle Voldemort directly.... We don't need you... And don't forget what happened the last time the Ministry tried to fight Albus Dumbledore..... Have you not learned from how badly Fudge fell because he went against my father after all his support? I strongly suggest you reconsider your position..... And how easy it would be for my father to overthrow you if he so wished." 

Rufus had flushed red at that as Albus gave his son a proud smile. Truly.... Harry believed in him too much... What had he done? That made him deserve such a faithful son? Interrupting, Albus stepped in to give Rufus a piece of his own mind. "Rufus.... You were among the gifted students i ever knew.... And despite how you acted when you became Minister, as your former teacher, i will say this..... Don't prioritize image.... Focus on reality.... Be honest.... Stop persecuting and fooling yourself.... Do it.... And you may well be able to stand against Voldemort.... But if you refuse to listen..... Then your blood will not be on my hands when Voldemort inevitably kills you if you keep at this."

Rufus had sneered at him. "People would say that it's your duties-" "The duties we have and the commitment that we have are to the people. NOT to the Ministry. The Ministry and any government should serve in the interest of the people. We are not to be used by the Ministry.... But we are dedicated to make the Wizarding World a better place for as many people as we can. There will be certain ambitious people who will never be happy and will resist, but even they will eventually have to bow down before the inevitable and begrudgingly change. You can do better, Rufus. We will keep doing things in the ways we believe best while you can be Minister.... But be warned.... Be more efficient. Morale can be restored even when it falls.... But if the country falls, then any attempt to regain support and morale is meaningless. I warned you.... Just as i warned Fudge. Alas, while i believe in second chances, people must try to make it worthwhile themselves. It is up entirely to you.... I will not force you.... But again.... I insist...... That you have been warned. If you fall..... It would not be on my hands...."

With that, Albus and Harry left without another word.... Until Rufus sneeringly asked if Harry was his man through and thorough. But Harry had just smiled with so much pride that Albus felt his heart warm as he turned and said "Yes.... I am.... But more importantly.... I am his son to the end."

Afterwards, Albus had decided to pause their training and reduce it so he and Harry could instead enjoy a few father-son times outside of simply training. It was quite enjoyable as he and Harry walked the streets of Hogsmeade, enjoying both Aberforth and Madam Rosmerta's drinks, and Albus also took Harry to see the wonders of the lost ruins and locations he had discovered. He was quite pleased to see Harry was quite happy and content with the change in the pace. He was also eager and interested in learning more so Albus indulged him more gladly.

Their third visit to the Burrow was thankfully much more enjoyable. Although Molly was saddened that Percy only managed to enjoy a few moments with his family, she was proud and pleased that he was doing well. He had to fake getting mad so Rufus wouldn't get suspicious, so he had his siblings argue with him and then make him leave by dueling. Ginny admittedly held back despite having long since surpassed her brother because she actually pitied him, and Ronald felt somewhat guilty that he was the only person who actually cut Percy.

Anyway, right now, Albus had given them an easy way to return by creating a portal to use while he and Harry would travel there with their own way. Albus had first subjected Harry to a quite particular test, given that they have spend despite Albus taking more time enjoying simply having Harry as his son still quite a high amount of time in their lessons. It was their very first all-rounded test, and Harry managed it beautifully. He came out with little injuries after having fought dozens of enemies and cleared numerous traps. Albus had also made sure to have Harry prepare himself well, be it with magical  potions or simply practising a specific skill, so he didn't give him any hints. And Harry's performance made him truly proud....

Yes.... He was now superior to Arthur and Sirius..... And he would soon be able to match the likes of Alastor and Minerva's level. His progress truly was amazing, even if it was progressively forced. Truly.... Albus knew at that moment he was not wrong, even, that Harry had the potential to surpass him in magical excellence. His mastery of runes had extended to minor manipulation of personal runes, his Arithmancy and senses were able to tell and identify most spells easily, his dueling skills normally now outperformed even two inner circle Death Eaters working together, and most importantly, he was now at the stage where he can be said to have truly mastered the art of harnessing immense power with delicate control.  He could now use his nearly boundless magical energy reserves appropriately, able to properly charge his spells and perform repeated barrages of magic in duels with great rapidity.

And so Albus and Harry returned to Hogwarts, happy and content. Albus in particular reached out to the memory he had prepared. The memory contained the rather unpleasant sight of Morfin and Tom confronting each other. Albus had to admit it was somewhat pitiable, seeing Tom's hopes of a grand ancestry coming from his father being denied, but it didn't excuse Morfin's subsequent fate. Harry didn't either. Albus was quite pleased to see his outrage that Morfin died in such a way, despite his unpleasant attitude.

But the next memory would be more unpleasant.... They watched as Horace revealed to Tom about Horcruxes, and Harry's clear shock and initial anger turned into pity when he saw just how badly Horace had taken it and the guilt he felt. Seeing Riddle's charisma seemed to make Harry realize that Horace was just an unwitting victim.

And when they returned to his office, Albus addressed Harry seriously. "Harry.... I must ask this of you.... Do not take Horace too badly.... He was charmed.... Like all the other professors did. He regretted and dreamt of the horrors Tom brought repeatedly..... The man has suffered enough. And the reason why as you said it he acted particularly eager to help you especially wasn't because he wanted to shine. It was because he wanted to redeem himself by helping you to the best of his ability during the dueling classes, so he can face Lily in the afterlife forgiven." Harry had given a sad smile at that. "I don't blame him.... After all, any man who wish for a second chance no matter what they did should be given. If they succeed in redemption, then they will move on. That's all."

Albus had given a somber smile at that as well. "Thank you Harry.... Above even your magical improvements..... Those words have made me proud of you.... it shows.... Above all else.... That you will be a forgiving, tolerating, and a good man and leader....." Harry smiled back at him.

But if it wasn't enough, Albus was the next day interrupted by a tearful letter from Horace, thanking him for his defense and the second chance he was given. Albus had smiled happily at that. Apparently, Harry had confronted and expressed his forgiveness of Slughorn and moved him to tears. Truly.... It was worth it.

Everything about his time with Harry.... Was sincerely the happiest moments of his life.....

When the time came for Apparition classes, Albus was happy to send the Ministry a note saying he'll teach the students himself. Despite their complaints, Albus had immediately made the Wizengamot force them to comply. After all, he needed to limit the Ministry's influence.

"So! Any of you eager to learn how to Apparate!?" Albus stated with his usual grandfatherly smile as they all beamed and yelled approvingly. "Well..... First...... You must learn.... The 3 Ds! First, you must have complete determination in where you wish to go. Then, you must be fully deliberate of the location you seek to reach. Apparition is a skill that warps space in a way so you may reach different places near-instantly. There are portals, but they are quite rare. I remember the times where i and my brave soldiers used them in the war against Gellert Grindelwald..... It's actually safer, but the skill required to create such a permanent spatial connection is exceptionally delicate. That said, spatial magic can also create temporary portals that can accomodate a certain amount of people....."

"But that's enough of spatial magic explanations! You are her... To Apparate! As such, that which is called the nothingness of space shall be a quite uncomfortable experience at first, but as you get used to it, you will be able to apply it even in combat. The skill it would take is quite rare.... But the first stage first! Let's start.... With Harry Dumbledore!" Albus declared with a smile as he called forth Harry.

"You see.... My apprentice has learned to Apparate during our lessons..... And as such, he will be happy to demonstrate the skill of Apparition. He shall Apparate from this position.... To there." Albus said as he pointed to a hoop.

"Each of you shall individually apparate in turns..... But be warned.... Apparition can cause.... Nasty effects such as Splinching, which is the dissamblement of one's body parts.....  Can occur if you aren't skilled enough.... As such, the goal here would be Apparating to at least a distance away. I do not expect you to be able to precisely reach it. Harry here needed a day of practice before he was able to successfully reach his destination accurately. So don't be discouraged!" Albus finished as Harry gracefully apparated and reappeared at the hoop precisely. He noticed Harry's clear improvement from the last time they practiced in that there was hardly any pop, signifying his delicate control over his magical energy and increased prowess with Apparation.

With a smile, Albus next selected Ronald and then Hermione.... Both were able to Apparate without Splinching themselves, but still failed to truly reach the hoop. Ginny, Neville, and Luna were the same. That said, they were fairly close, as most students barely got themselves able to Apparate and it was still far from reaching the hoop, with most of such students being clearly dazed by the experience. In fact, a few had managed to Splinch themselves, Albus swiftly repairing the body parts they lost.

Nevertheless, it was a pretty decent progress, and Albus ended the lesson quite happily by saying "Well, that's all for today! See you next week! And remember! The 3 Ds! Apply them not with apprehension but with casualness, and you shall succeed!" As he bowed before his students, who left feeling fairly well-satisfied.

And then Albus set off for the invitation to a private drink that Horace had asked to share with him during the night. It was actually quite enjoyable at first, until they were quite suddenly interrupted with Harry dragging a clearly enchanted Ronald.

"Er.... It's.... Romilda Vane. Her Chocolate Cauldrons.... They were spiked with Love Potions, and Ron ate all of them!" Harry said hurriedly in a panic as Ronald started questioning about Romilda in the usual befuddled by Love Potions manner. Albus couldn't help the smile at the sight.

"Well.... I think we should lift it off him, shall we? This is for entrancement enchantments.... Surgito!" A casual wave of Albus's hand and Ronald spluttered as the love magics in his mind and body was removed. Ronald quickly became rather down as Albus sighed. "Ah yes.... That amount of Love Potions were sure to leave behind a pretty nasty side-effect of depression when it lifted..... Perhaps.... A bit of a pick-me-up drink?"

"Ah! I was going to share this with you, but Ronald seems to be more in need! You don't mind, do you?" Albus just shook his head with a smile as Horace began pouring the finest oak-matured mead. "Let us all drink and celebrate Mister Weasley's birthday!" Horace said excitedly as he gave a bottle to him....

But suddenly Albus smelled something very wrong and toxical.... A poison!? Albus had decades of experience as an active Potions Master, and he still remained as such. Poisons and Antidotes were a particular emphasis among all the fields of Potions he mastered.... Immediately, Albus cast a silent toxic-detection spell at the mead and recognized a particularly deadly poison designed to kill without a trace.....

Horrified, Albus immediately turned back. "Horace, Don't-!" But it was too late. Ronald had drank it.... And immediately began convulsing. Albus immediately sent a telepathic message to the panicking Harry, instructing him to cast healing spells, while he began summoning ingredients to make the antidote. He made it as fast as he could.

Fortunately, Harry seemed to have been able to contain the toxin well enough that Ronald's seizures weren't as bad as he expected. Albus immediately had him drank the antidote as Horace watched, still petrified by what had happened.

After a while, he breathed in relief as Ronald stabilized. Albus immediately dragged him to the Hospital Wing. He sighed heavily as he gently placed him on a bed and as Madam Pomfrey ran out screaming and asking what happened.

He had a lot of explaining to give to the Weasleys.

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Albus Dumbledore watched as Ronald was visited by all his family and friends with Harry by his side with a frown. Harry meanwhile was looking like he was moments away from snapping and attempting something quite reckless. Naturally, it was because he was seething at Draco Malfoy for what he had done to Ronald. A part of Albus wished that Draco avoided Harry, less they attack each other. And while Harry was quite justified, Albus still pitied Draco. From what he had gathered, Draco was getting more and more desperate as nothing he tried seemed to be able to work. He sought desperately to free his father, and his mother was also threatened. Albus understood such feelings perfectly.

Fortunately, there was no lasting harm. Ronald just needed a few months of bed-rest. Now, Albus patted Harry in the shoulder repeatedly to calm him down before addressing the Weasleys.

"Ronald will be fine.... I cured the poison. He just needs time to fully heal. Don't push it." Albus finished soothingly as Molly sobbed. "Thank you.... I can't believe just how much the Dumbledores have saved our family.... You and Harry saved Ginny first, then Arthur, and now Ronald.... We owe you more than we can ever repay-" "No... It's i who must thank you. Despite all the hardships you endured, you remained dedicated. The Weasleys truly deserve better.... I promise.... After the war was over, i would do my best to make things better for you all. Come Harry... We need to discuss a few things at my office.

With that, Albus left with Harry following him swiftly. He could feel Harry's anger completely as his Occlumency weakened due to his rampant emotions.

When they finally arrived at his office for their next lesson, Harry was quite angry and demanded they do something about Draco, hopefully expose and send him to Azkaban, even cruelly saying he should rot at the same cell with Lucius. Albus sighed heavily.

"Harry.... My son... You are treading a very dark path indeed.... Don't be like this. You are better..... Take a breath... Calm.. Down." 

After a while, Harry composed himself but still Albus could read his angry thoughts. 

Realizing it was the best he could expect, Albus began their memory lesson. This time, it displayed Tom's murder of Hepzibah Smith to acquire the Locket and the Cup. Harry seemed rather unimpressed and even disapproving that Hepzibah was such a vain beauty-obsessed woman, but then he grimaced when he saw a certain dark light in Tom's face. Albus gave a heavy sigh..... 

Mental spells were a particular speciality of Tom, and even Albus struggled to extract the true memory of his modified victims. Alas, he failed with Morfin and succeeded only partially with Hockey. 

And then they moved on to the memory where Tom asked him to become a Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts. Albus gave a heavy sigh at that. Truly.... It was a waste.... Tom could have been great. He could have indeed been not just a Professor, but also Headmaster of Hogwarts, had he overcame his demons. Seeing him now like this was a true tragedy. And much of that was attributed to his failures as a teacher. He really meant what he said. He regretted not having been a better teacher. He wished he could have redeemed him, but it was impossible. Tom's crimes were too great.

Once they returned, a surprise awaited him when Dobby appeared, revealing he had been asked by Harry to search for Draco's whereabouts. Albus had to admit he was both impressed and concerned that Harry was going to certain lengths to keep Draco at bay. And thus Harry figured out the Room of Requirement as Draco's regular visiting grounds. However, he didn't knew about the Vanishing Cabinet. 

That said, Albus put his foot down. Harry would NOT be confronting Draco Malfoy any time soon. He had insisted it. 

Reluctantly, Harry obeyed and Albus watched him leave with a sigh. Now he needed to contact Severus.

Severus was unfortunately having little luck with Draco. Apparently, Draco blamed him for Lucius's failure. Albus was still able to learn from him that it was indeed Draco who was responsible for Ronald's mead-poisoning. He sighed heavily. Draco was getting out of hand.....

But before he could deal with it, another slight hiccup came in when Harry while training with him regularly received a message from Rubeus asking him and Dumbledore to accompany him while they bury Aragog. Ah.... Rubeus's Acromantula..... Although Albus grimaced when he remembered his son and Ronald was nearly eaten by him, he still couldn't help the sympathy. After all, Rubeus was a lover of magical beasts, which quickly made him and Newt when they were introduced get along fairly well. Newt had also been asked to visit him.

Seeing no problem with comforting a friend, Albus told Harry they should go and they went to Hagrid's Hut in the afternoon. "Pretty ironic, isn't it, Professor? I'm mourning the death of someone who nearly killed me." Harry said rather dryly as Albus gave a wryful smile. "Now now.... I think Rubeus would appreciate you leaving that one out." Harry gave a sigh. "Good people tend to suffer more these days.... And even though Aragog certainly wasn't a mourning material, seeing someone on the side of the Light get sad is still pretty despondent sight to look on."

Albus gave a bittersweet smile at that. Yes.... It was, wasn't it? Albus had seen many people grief losses, had seen them cry, had seen them bury their loved ones, and had even buried his fair share. At this point, he was able to remain strong in public, but whenever he was alone, the burden and feelings tend to be more released.

Anyway, when they had arrived, Rubeus was with Newt and Luna, Newt patting the sobbing Half-Giant while Luna was reciting a funeral song for Aragog. Albus himself offered his sympathies and made a worthy grave for Aragog. He had to admit it was pretty disturbing that Rubeus had been nearly killed by the Acromantulas and was furious that Aragog was the only thing keeping them from attacking and eating him. That meant the Acromantulas would likely have to be contained more.....

But now wasn't the time. Albus played some of Celestina Warbeck's songs mourning a dead creature and while Harry and Luna soothed Hagrid, he and Newt went outside to talk. "It's been years and i still can't get used fully to funerals, both people and creatures..... Leta's funeral was rather sad, so was Bunty's.... Theseus and Bunty's parents cried.... And me..... Well.... You know." Newt said somberly as Albus looked away. Yes... Those two funerals were rather sad for Newt, especially as Bunty's parents blamed him for their daughter's death, which occured during the final battle, and they were still bitter at him even now. Newt was no stranger to deaths and burrying friends, being a veteran of wars, but those two hit him the hardest. He was outright crying when Bunty's parents accused him and didn't even fight back when they attacked him, Albus having to step in, meanwhile he sobbed during Leta's funeral and Tina hugged him.

"Yes.... Well.... I do hope after this.... A better world will be made." Newt gave him a sad smile at that as he returned to the Hut. Sighing, Albus returned as well.

For a few days, things were better.....

Until when Albus was walking through the halls he heard Moaning Myrtle scream asking for help. Immediately rushing to her bathroom, Albus saw to his absolute horror Harry and Draco dueling fiercely.

It was clearly at Harry's advantage, given Draco's number of wounds, but surprisingly Draco was able to wound Harry as well. Clearly, he was letting out his rage and frustration. "Yield! Confess what you've done and maybe my father will take pity on you and pull some strings to let you escape Azkaban and maybe even free your pathetic father." Harry demanded as he knocked Draco down. With a snarl, Draco prepared to cast the Cruciatus but Harry was much faster than him and was able to hit him with a Sectumsempra Curse before he could finish.

Albus didn't waste any time and rushed to Draco's side, using Vulnera Salenteur and other healing spells and Dittany to perform his treatment. Meanwhile, Albus felt anger and concern rush through him. Harry had quite deliberately disobeyed him to corner and attack Draco! "Father? I- I didn't- I didn't know-" Albus ignored him as he focused on treating him. Sectumsempra.... Among the many spells Gellert had perfected, Severus must have wrote it on his book as he had used it repeatedly. Gellert's version caused multiple slashes simultaneously all over the victim's body that will quickly spread and kill the victim. Even healed, it will leave scarring unless the healer is a true master.

After finishing, Albus gave a deep breath before he turned to regard Harry, putting on the most intimidating glare he could give. "Go to my office..... Now." Albus said with a deadly voice. 

Without looking back, Albus rushed Draco to the Hospital Wing. He put him in the bed and left a note to Madam Pomfrey before rushing to his office.

When he saw Harry, Albus softened his stance but kept his fury clear, causing his son to be visibly ashamed. 

"Harry.... Do you know why i am disappointed in you right now?" "I'm sorry.... I just.... I just saw him sprouting words about the whole school mattering less than his family.... And talking about killing you.... I lost control....." Albus gave a heavy sigh. "It's not your disobedience that truly angered me. No......"

"Do you remember the story i showed you? The tragic past of Gellert Grindelwald and my failures as a partner to him?" Harry nodded. "Then you understand.... That Gellert Grindelwald was once a man who could have alongside me created a better world? Remind me exactly what you saw him to be."

"He was.... A complicated man. He had good intentions but his ambitions twisted him. You weren't able to quell it and turn it for the better-" Harry's eyes widened as horror dawned upon the realization. "Yes... You were so ridden with anger and desire for justice that you ended up discarding your morality while still keeping twisted vestiges of it. Although not nearly as bad as Gellert's, it was a forestep.... Harry.... I've long since learned the error of my ways that once believed i had the right to judge everything. My failure lead to the deaths of thousands and the tragic fall of a man who i had loved, and to this day, still loved. I've lived with the regret and remorse and it hasn't faded away. Time never closed the wounds, reduced them perhaps, but never fully erased them."

"So Harry.... All that i ask of you.... Is be better. You have more of a heart and a conscience than i and Gellert had. You are perhaps the only person i've ever seen who has the potential to surpass us, but if you keep doing this, mercilessly disposing of your enemies under threat or duress, then you will find yourself walking a dark path, and that.... As your father.... And as your teacher, i cannot allow."

Albus finished this with steel in his eyes to emphasize the point. Harry had gone too far this time. He had seen traces of his change when he was callous towards pure-bloods, but never did he expect he would go this far. This needed to be corrected. Albus had been soft and encouraging Harry, but now a different approach was needed.

"As punishment for your actions, Detention for an indeterminate period of time will be given. I will personally oversaw it. While this may sound like simply more training, you'll have to do them every day now. I shall begin teaching you certain parts of the teachings of the Flamels.... Maybe then you'll learn your lesson the best way." Albus said with complete firmness, making it clear there was no compromises.

Harry sighed and nodded heavily. "This is the third time i've-" "Harry.... Everyone makes mistakes.... I myself have lived with the burden of my mistakes for all these years..... It was only after meeting you that i began to forgive myself..... Don't be like that. Be better." Albus gave Harry a firm but gentle pat and as Harry left, Albus let a sigh.

He could sense Harry's dejected attitude and his deep remorse.... Which was a good sign. His humanity must remain. 

After all.... If there was anything Albus Dumbledore had learned the hardest way, it was that power can corrupt and even humanity can be twisted into something almost unrecognizable. Gellert Grindelwald was the living epitome of that.

The rest of the year went on smoothly. Albus was teaching Harry not just magical skills, but also certain historical events and lives of great men. He was quite literately taking the example of the Flamels, focusing not on magical growth, but also on character development. Albus had learned exactly the efficiency and significance of such methods.

And to his happiness, Harry was learning fast. He was determined to not fail him again, but he was also truly learning and realizing the mistakes of his approach back when he assaulted Malfoy. When Albus asked him how he felt towards his old feelings, Harry was truly repentant. "You were right..... In trying to combat supremacists who thought and acted in an absolute manner, i ended up copying some of their ways subconciously and becoming no better than them." "Indeed.... He who fights monsters must be wary not to stare too heavily into the abyss and not sink into the same lows as the monsters he fought.... Less he become a monster and be seen and twisted by the abyss. Gellert Grindelwald was the epitome of that in that he started out as a man who genuinely wanted to make the world a better place, but what started as a genuinely valiant dream, which was created by.... Circumstances of his youth and with his family...... Was eventually twisted by years of working alone as the dark roots of his good intentions corrupted him. I admit.... I was responsible..... Which is why i am like this with you. You must not be tempted and overcome by your demons, by your valiant dream to be a man able to reshape the world. What good would winning a war and achieving revolution be if you became a monster in exchange?"

Harry exhaled deeply. "I understand..... And i promise i'll be better. I won't be like the Death Eaters. I'll be better. I'll prove myself.... But can i ask you a question? Father? Did you.... Ever consider what would have happened had you eliminated the pure-bloods, had dedicated everything to removing them so they wouldn't get in the way of progress?"

Albus had given a sad smile. Yes..... Harry was after all highly perceptive and he had opened himself up more to Harry than anyone else. "The truth is..... Harry..... During the war with Voldemort, as i watched many die, i began to seriously consider it. My partial successes still haunted me..... Because it wasn't complete. I thought, maybe, if they were just eliminated, would things be better? But then i realized the answer...... Which is no..... First, while there are many mixed bloods and muggleborns, pure-bloods still represent a decent percentage of the wizarding population. Eliminating every single one of them would not change the world for the better, and even if i could that way, it would still leave behind many repercussions beyond just the sheer immorality of it. Second, like i said, i have long since learned the utter necessity, the need to be..... Better..... More human... More moralistic than my enemies. If i stooped that low, how would that make me any different than the tyrants that i opposed, the extremists and supremacists who were destroying the world? Everybody deserved a second chance...... What right did i have to act as if i was a god, as if my will was absolute, as if i knew everything, as if i could dictate what was the best for the people, and as if i have well-intentions and managed to carry it out the best way when i ended up sinking that low? Not only that.... Not ALL Purebloods are like that. Sirius came from the Blacks, among the most supremacists families, while James was a Pureblood, so was the Weasleys, yet they served the cause well. They fought and risked their lives, and there were other pureblood family members who joined me and died because they opposed the idea of pureblood supremacy."

"So Harry..... Absolutist ways are and will always fail to do good in the end. It may work at first, but in time, the strain, the desperation that came with the buried truth that good intentions will never be fulfilled that way, it will inevitably turn a good man no matter how pure they are into something unrecognizable." Harry sighed and nodded firmly.

Harry's detentions meant he missed the Quidditch practices, but Gryffindor won the last match with Ravenclaw anyway. And Albus saw he was learning from his mistakes fast. Within a matter of months, he had achieved a comparable level of understanding to Albus's when they both had started learning history and policies. Not only that, his magical abilities were now superior to all but the best members of the Order and the staff. His transfiguration, charms, and defense skills had long since surpassed that of James, Lily, Sirius, and Remus, and he was now roughly 85% that of Minerva and Alastor's..... Albus estimated he would need only 3 months more before Harry finally exceeded them. As his performance displayed when he was astonishingly able to defeat Sirius and Remus simultaneously in a spar, as well as Molly and Arthur. It was a test that Albus expected him to only last for 10 minutes, yet Harry denied the rules completely because Albus never said he couldn't fight back and instead battled and pushed them back in two-on-one matches. Yes..... Even though they were caught off-guard, it was still a highly impressive feat.

And if anything.... Albus was relieved. After all, they would soon depart Hogwarts, meaning Harry would have to be in the wild and carry out missions and while Albus would be there to the best of his ability, he knew better than to believe he could be there all the time. Speaking of which, he had learned from Severus that Draco would soon enact the plan. Apparently, the Vanishing Cabinet had been fixed. So now he needed to prepare. He had told the teachers the rightful instructions to run the school. Minerva would be there to help Severus while Flitwick and Sprout would keep the Dumbledore Army safe along with Rubeus.

And now..... Albus had decided to finally tell the Dumbledore Army everything. Their reaction was quite concerned and highly intimidated, but Albus had long since mastered the art of inspiration and public speaking as well as doing highly reckless things while actually carrying it out in a completely methodical way. Eventually, they agreed.

With that, Albus finally put into motion his plan to enter the Horcrux Cave. He had asked Harry to come with him, and Harry had obliged, but Albus had told him to say his goodbyes as he knew they wouldn't have such a time when everything was said and done.

Just before they finally left Hogwarts, knowing it would be the last in a very long time they would see the school again, Albus had asked Harry if he doubted.

Harry's response? He gave him a firm smile. "It's hard.... To be separated from them.... But.... It's not over right? I still have you..... And i think after everything we've been through.... It's enough." Albus couldn't suppress the single tear he shed over that. Harry had trusted him so deeply.... It truly touched the old man's heart that Harry could muster so much compassion.

"But sir..... Can i ask..... That Ronald and Hermione be allowed to come? They insisted because they were my best friends and of age.... Please? Ginny won't come. I persuaded her....." Albus gave his boy a sad smile.

"After all the trust and devotion you have showed..... I think.... Taking care of you, Miss Granger, and Miss Weasley.... Is the least i could do...."

With that, they set off.

They set off knowing there would be hard and dark times....

But fortunately for Harry Potter....

Albus Dumbledore had lived through the darkest of times.... He was the ray of hope..... That shone even in the blackest of darkness.

And so the final stage begins thus....

The final part of the war....

Where Harry Dumbledore and Albus Dumbledore will put everything on the line.... Not just for the war.... But for the entire future....

Destroy the world and remake it, or transform the world without destroying the old world?

The choice.... Was theirs.....

And the answer.... Will be given in the end.

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Albus let out a deep breath as he and Harry reached the Horcrux Cave. It was an abandoned cave where Tom committed his early crimes, causing terrifying "accidents" to members of his fellow orphanage members with his unusually delicate control over magic even at such a young age. Albus did have the ability to perform magic back when he still didn't have a wand, but while he had perfect control, and reportedly, so did Gellert, he used it responsibly. 

"Now..... Harry.... We must swim to reach the Cave.... I assume you haven't forgotten your training?" Harry smirked. "Definitely not." Albus smiled jovially. "Excellent!" With that, Albus swam, followed by Harry. They both used underwater charms to breath and maneuver through the rather tumultuous sea. The weather wasn't nice, but fortunately, Albus had anticipated this. Beforehand, he had trained Harry to swim even while in a storm to reach safety. He still remembered the few times where he had to swim that way. The first was when he was traveling the oceans of the Bristol Channel upon hearing of a hidden magical castle there. There were several perpetual storms caused by runic spells, but Albus was able to maneuver himself well-enough to reach the spot of the runes to dispel them. His reward after such a life-threatening experience was indeed a magnificent magical castle with what appears to be remnants of Atlantis, the so-called kingdom of fiction that was sank by deities in muggles tales. He found a few ancient magical practices that he mastered, but his reward was a clue to the next piece of the Atlantis Remnants. It had taken him an entire year, given that he wasn't in a hurry, to eventually find all 5 remnants of Atlantis, but he was rewarded with several peculiar air and water-related spells as well as a few magical artifacts.

The spell he had taught Harry and used now was the Lightning Water Rod Spell. It basically coated them with magical electricity to move through storms with ease that can even repel magical water. But Albus also cast a special charm upon himself named the Fiery Air Charm, yet another Atlantis discovered charm. It kept him from getting wet, but Albus didn't teach Harry that because he amusingly wanted Harry to experience a bit of a breeze. It was also a test to see whether or not Harry would be able to handle it well. And much to his pride, Harry was keeping up pretty well. He was only 5 milimeters away, his swimming techniques as seasoned as Albus had expected, and his spell worked perfectly.

When they finally emerged out from the water, Albus dried all of Harry's clothes with the Drying Charm. "Enjoyed the splash and the cold of water, Harry?" Harry just gave a smirk. "Well.... Suppose you didn't cast that charm because you wanted me to feel it." Albus gave a tremulous smile. "Indeed.... After all, the thrill of adventuring should be enjoyed when it still can. I've been through many, many experiences, and not all adventures are nice, but some are enjoyable."

Harry just gave him a smile as they walked forward.

Again, Albus was disappointed by Tom's protections. He could have made it more challenging, yet first all that he used was a blood magic ward that Albus easily disposed by using his blood, and then a magically concealed boat? Albus casually cast a revelation spell and summoned the boat to his hand. He then dramatically pointed at it so Harry would follow him.

"Did Grindelwald..... Did he ever use protections like this?" Albus gave a shaky smile. "Much more elaborate. He applied it most in the nations he conquered and his secret places. He had many headquarters. He weaved spells upon spells of traps that summoned spirits and creatures, triggered to activate immediately, and protection in the form of puzzles, elaborate blood and runic spells. Needless to say, few ever managed to breach his wards and those who did apart from me would need groups and lots of artifacts."

"There are Inferius here..... I remember you saying that Grindelwald used them sometimes? Wasn't he able to summon spirits and Dementors with whatever branch of Necromancy he used? Then why use Inferius?" "Gellert was a man who was through, much unlike Voldemort. I don't think Voldemort would be able to bend the spirits when they were summoned to his will. Such spells needed years of practice..... And the ability to understand the thoughts of the spirits and bend them to his will. And he cannot summon Dementors because.... Like i have said repeatedly, there isn't enough of his soul to use that high level dark magic. Dementors, Necromancy, and quite literately all Dark Summonings..... They require a perfect soul and complete understanding of the value of the soul. Voldemort only saw the value of the soul as a source of immortality. He cannot understand with his way of thinking.... Exactly the price and value of awakening the souls of the dead. But Gellert was different. He was through in his research, complete in his work, and most of all, he had a perfect soul, intact. Say what you want about him being misguided.... But he still perfectly understood the soul. As such, he was able to master soul magics and conjure terrifying nightmares because he is still human, misguided he may be. In fact, he had the greatest aptitude because in his mind and heart, he respected the souls and believed he was using them for a greater good." Albus finished his explanations with a shaky breath as they finally reached the edge of the cave.

And as expected, the Locket of Slytherin was sealed here..... But it was fused to the extreme by what Albus recognized as the Potion of Despair. Gellert had used them repeatedly, while Albus discovered it during his travels to Albania, in ancient ruins. He was able to create an antidote after years of research. Gellert used the drink to drive certain people to face their despair so they'll be vulnerable to his manipulations.

But before he can wonder what to do, Harry had reached into the basin and drank it. "Harry! What-" Ignoring him, Harry kept drinking it..... Until he suddenly collapsed, the potion half-emptied. He clutched his hand as he began mumbling words about his mother and father. "Keep going...." With a gritted teeth, Albus could only give Harry the remains until he finally finished. But what he saw shocked him. Harry was saying words about how Albus was right and that he was too young and too reckless as well as too absolute and wanted to be better. But he could think about it later. Albus began brewing the potion that would cure him in haste. Extreme amounts of water to quell the thirst caused, an entire gallon of liquid chocolate to lift the spirit, and numerous magical herbs to counter dark magic traces....

When he finished, Albus immediately fed the antidote to Harry. Harry drank it all in one go.... And after a few moments, Harry opened his eyes and smiled warily. "Father..." "We.... Really need to talk about your tendency to be reckless." "It wasn't exactly that.... You could have brewed the antidote, but i couldn't, so i drank while you could make the recipe." Albus couldn't help the slight laugh despite his exasperation. Truly... When did he deserve such a brave and loyal son?

Before leaving the cave, Albus observed the lake full of Inferi. Pitying them, Albus waved his wand and recited the spell. "Hoc sacro verbo, magicam purificationis in anima invocamus .... Spiritus Damnatorum, estote liberi a vobis exsistentiae cruciatae et quieti in pace! Kyrie Eleison!" The spell emanated enormous amounts of light magic as the purification restored the soul back into the afterlife, granting them peace and salvation.

As they returned to the Three Broomsticks, Albus assessed Harry's situation. "Are you alright?" Harry just gave a weak laugh. "I've been better.... That Potion.... Works wonders.... I suppose...."

Albus sighed and looked at the Dark Mark. It's began....

"Harry.... You will return to the Dumbledore House. I will take care of everything. Do you understand?" Harry just gave a sad smile. "Take care, Professor." Albus gave him a gentle pat. " I survived worse.... Don't worry."

After apporting Harry to his house, Albus summoned brooms to return to the school he would soon depart.

When he arrived, Albus nonchalantly parried Draco's Disarming Charm and disarmed him with a meager wave of his hand. "Draco..... I understand you're quite pressured.... You're suffering.... But i can help you-" "Y-You can't! He'll kill me. He'll kill my family. I.... I have to kill you!" Albus shook his head sadly as he watched Draco. Truly, he was a victim, raised in a family full of supremacists.... And now.... Forced to confront an unbelievably superior enemy knowing death would come.

"Draco.... I remember to this day.... My friendship.... With a certain man.... Who at your age was loss..... He made all the wrong choices because i couldn't help him.... But i can help you.... Be better.... This.... is what i can advise you about. And remember.... You.... And your family.... Can be forgiven." With that, Albus waved his hand at Draco and watched solemnly as he fell asleep.

When Severus finally reached the Astronomy Tower, Albus looked at him. "I take it.... You want me to still do that?" Albus sighed. "Indeed..... How are the situation?" "Most of the Death Eaters have fallen back. Apparently, they never expected the entire school would be ready, so Voldemort called them off.... Now it comes to me....."

Albus gave a weary smile. "Indeed..... But first...." Albus looked at the Elder Wand. Yes... It was time.... To surrender this.... Time to end the history of blood. He cast the runes designed to obliterate the powers of the wand upon his brief demise. "What was that about?" Albus gave a sad smile. "Pray.... That this wand never be in anyone's hands again." With that, Albus motioned Severus to cast the Killing Curse.

With trembling hands, Severus cast the Killing Curse, hitting him straight in the chest....

For a moment, Albus was struck with lightness and visions of what seems to be the border between life and death- But then Ariana, Percival, Kendra, Nicolas and Perenelle appeared and gave a gentle shake.

"It's not your time yet.... Albus...." With that, Albus regained his sight and watched as he nearly reached the grounds, but he remained calm, with a small genuine smile in his face. How long had it been since he could smile this genuinely.....

A simple wave of Albus's hand completely stopped him from crashing. Albus drew a deep breath as he summoned his old wand.

Now that it was settled, the next step would be.... To give his farewells to the Professors. As well as create the convincing illusion that Severus did cast the Killing Curse on him, but he survived. Voldemort had experienced that, so he surely knew what it meant to an extent. And though angry, he probably would temporarily feel relieved that Albus Dumbledore was left weakened and focus on conquest before finally hunting him down.

Albus knew Tom better than almost anyone, after all. So he could anticipate his thought patterns.

First, he called the staff to his office and told them about the fact that the time has come. He gave Severus full command over the school as the Headmaster, and trusted Minerva to work with him particularly.

"Alas..... This is the end of my career as a Headmaster..... After defeating Voldemort, i think i'm going to have to become Minister For Magic.... With how things are now....." Albus said musingly. It surprised him just how much he had accepted his inevitable rise in political carreer.....

"And then what, Albus?" Albus gave Minerva a tremulous smile. "Afterwards.... I shall build.... The first and only magical college. It'll be like the Muggle universities, only that i've already adjusted it to fully fit the magical themes...." Minerva smiled slightly.

"You can never get away from teaching and being a Headmaster, can't you?" Albus gave Minerva a similar smile.

"Indeed..... After i've done my share of revolution in the world, i think.... I shall enjoy being the revolutionary teacher and Founder..... of Dumbledore's Institute of Magical Guidance and Research!" Albus said dramatically as all the teachers laughed. "You're welcome to join me if you wish for a new season of education after years of teaching at Hogwarts, but i must ask you to assign successors first.... After all, i would hate to see Hogwarts crumble after years of looking after it."

After a brief cheer, Albus turned to Severus, who seemed awkwardly amused. "Severus.... Here's the memory..... I have created. I understand this will put a great burden upon you, but-" "Save it.... Just wish me luck.... And if i don't survive.... Well.... I suppose.... I'll say this.... I'm grateful.... For the second chance i was given.... So thank you for that." Albus gave him a gentle smile as he patted him.

"Take care Severus.... And you all.... Don't lose hope..... I hope to see you all again, my dear colleagues. And thank you for all the faith and dedication you have shown me.... I'll promise i'll live up to your expectations!"

With that, Albus walked away, invisible.

He walked across all the halls of the school he had once lead and taught in for so many years. He gave a bittersweet smile. This school had been effectively his..... Home. While he would settle in another home, Albus knew he would never forget the school.

But he must move on.....

There are other things to do and more changes to bring upon the world.

Albus watched as Harry decisively defeated up to 10 Death Eaters by himself with a smile. Truly.... Harry was developing nicely. It had been a few months since the development with Hogwarts. And he had spend those months rigoriously training Harry to the fullest. Given the progress, they would soon be able to hunt Horcruxes. There was only a month left in his calculations before Harry would reach Minerva, Alastor, and Newt's caliber.

Albus and Harry also attended the wedding of Remus and Nymphdora. Much to his joy, after the battle, with Bill left scarred until Albus intervened and managed to near-entirely heal the facial scars, leaving only a small scratch, not only did Fleur completely make it clear she truly was in love with Bill, but Nymphdora also took the chance to confess to Remus about her feelings. 

And as such, Remus reluctantly relented and their relationship began..... Surprisingly, it was within only 3 months before Remus had married her and invited him as the officiant. Albus had gladly agreed, and took this chance to make Harry experience the more simpler joys of life by having him act as the best man. Harry was quite eager to help, and Sirius was more than happy to coach him. They had apparently developed a good relationship during the times Albus would have Sirius visit Harry, but alas Sirius wasn't fit to be a father. He wasn't exactly ready for romance either, and he likely never will, but at least Harry saw Sirius as family.

And soon Bill and Fleur's wedding would come.... Albus was happy yet again to act as the officializer, with the attenders being given special access to the Burrow, which Albus had essentially made Unplottable and warded so heavily even Gellert wouldn't be able to break it without days of preparation.

And it was at that exact same time that Albus and Harry would set out to hunt down Horcruxes. In the wedding, he would recruit Ronald and Hermione as he had promised Harry.

But the pleasantries aside, Albus was a bit unnerved by Harry's sudden development. In his mind, Harry would have needed 7 months at best, yet his progress was twice faster than that. Not to mention Harry seemed to be more aggressive yet fluid than ever. His versatility and experience were doubtlessly greater than he had expected. At first, he was going to dismiss it as Harry being more talented, yet it became clear something was wrong. Yet another noteworthy change was that Harry seemed to have developed a certain.... Profound skill to use darker spells. As well as greater experience in defending them. Finally, despite his newfound aggression, Harry had become more analytical. It almost reminded Albus of..... Gellert.

Could it be-? Albus analyzed the few records where he wasn't present to oversee Harry's training, which he hadn't done yet, having intended to save it for the end, but what he saw shocked him. Harry without him began actively employing darker spells with ruthless pragmatism. Many of those spells, although basic compared to Gellert's full capabilities, were all developed by Gellert, and he seemed to have even learned, although not mastered yet, the Shield of the Mage and the lower levels of runic spells.

Gellert was imprisoned, yes. There was no way he could have escaped the prison he had made for him. But that didn't mean Gellert couldn't find loopholes. What if.... Gellert Dreamwalked? It was a rather archaic form of magic, but as it didn't classify as a magic that could harm, the wards didn't restrict it. But how was it that Gellert was able to perform that magic from such a great distance?

But then it hit him.... Yes.... When Harry drank the potion, he released a burst of power.... Gellert could have detected it, connected to it, and used it to add his input in Harry's development. Does that mean that Gellert has truly repented? Harry clearly wasn't influenced by him to be too extreme. Rather, it seemed he had learned his lesson after drinking the potion and now sought to be better, more compassionate, forgiving, merciful, and reasonable.

Could it be Gellert passing on his experiences, his.... Regrets? Was what he had wished and hoped for Gellert so long finally coming into fruition?

That said, Albus knew he needed to check it with Harry, so he called him to his room.

"Harry.... I've seen the records where you performed spells that were clearly out of your level at the time..... Many of those spells were what Gellert had developed.... Can you tell me where you learned them?"

"Well.... Professor.... After drinking the potion, i was woken up to reality. My parents and the Flamels appeared. The potion seemed to instead make me see their spirits.... They told me all about your ways and lectured me.... Until i finally realized that i was becoming too short-sighted. So i sought to be better.... And then.... He came..... Gellert Grindelwald appeared in my dreams. He told me he was able to connect to me because of the burst i let out in the Cave..... And he offered to train me. To help with my training. And as you repeatedly said you believed..... Gellert could find redemption, i accepted his offer. I learned much from him. He taught me a lot about the Dark Arts, Arithmancy, Runes, and just new skills and techniques.... He's been training me for these 2 months."

"And.... Did he say anything about me?" Harry had given him a small smile. "Yes.... He said that he realized he was wrong in his methods..... He wasn't wrong to seek revolution and change, but he realized he had gone too far. He also taught me more about history..... And how to be better than him...." Albus had given a solemn smile at that. 

It had happened.... Gellert had finally redeemed himself. He was helping with Harry's growth..... Although he lamented and cried for years whenever he remembered exactly why he and Gellert weren't together, side-by-side as they reformed the world in the best way, at least when he died, he and Gellert could find peace. He would always regret his failures with Gellert, but at least the blow had lessened.

And now as Albus hugged Harry, his son and the next generation of the Dumbledore Family, he realized he had finally found his happy ending truly. 

And he prayed that in the afterlife, Gellert would find that similar peace.

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"So put it simply, since the protection that has been keeping us safe in this house has been compromised, you'll have to take us to a certain protected house for safety?" Petunia asked with a frown as she regarded Albus and Harry, with Vernon and Dursley looking nervous. Harry sighed, as did Albus.

"Yes.... Aunt..... Please.... It's for your safety. We can't protect you here, but i promise that you'll be able to adjust well in the new house Father-" Albus swore he saw Petunia and Vernon flinch at the word. "Has prepared for you. I may have become a Dumbledore, but i was born a Potter and an Evans and raised by the Dursleys. I can't let you be put in danger."

Petunia gave a heavy sigh, as did Vernon. "Look..... Harry.... We understand your concerns, but it will take a while for us to-" Harry abruptly stood up before Vernon could finish his sentence, waved his wand at numerous directions, and Albus watched with a smile as he cast numerous spells with complete ease to pack all the things the Dursleys had into a single conjured enchanted expansive suitcase.

"There... Are you satisfied? Please.... We'll take care of everything.... Just be safe....." After a moment, the Dursleys eventually nodded at Harry's serious but sincere face.

It took hardly 10 minutes to clear the house as Albus extensively cast any and all spells to preserve it while Harry cleared all the traces. While Albus could have done it by himself, he wanted Harry to experience using it for the future. When it was finished, Albus watched solemnly as the Dursleys hugged Harry and said their farewells and well-wishes before walking to the portal. Albus swore he heard Vernon gruffly but gently pat Harry in the shoulder and say that he hoped Harry would be the godfather to Dudley's child, causing Harry to laugh and admit he would be happy to serve.

And then Petunia came in and did something Albus never expected her to do. She shook his hand and said "I never thought i would live to say this.... But..... I forgive you, Albus Dumbledore. Harry was.... Happy.... Happier than we could make him when he was around you. We didn't want to replace James and Lily, so we didn't-" Albus nodded understandingly. "I know...."

Yet again Petunia surprised him.... By bowing. "Thank you for everything...." Albus gave her a sober smile. 

And as she walked away, after hugging Harry the last time and telling him to be safe, Albus swore she turned back and gave a slight smile at him. He kindly waved back at her.

They would be taken to a special place Albus had created. It was among the many headquarters Gellert had used and was abandoned after his defeat. Albus had modified it so it would suit the Dursleys and recast the protections.

"Made up with them, have you?" Albus smirked at Harry's kind smile and nodded. "Enjoying your view of the house? You did live here for years after all....." Harry gave a small smile.

"Well..... Considering the fact that i won't be seeing this house for a long time.... I think i should. After all, the Dumbledore Family House may be my home now, but this place used to be exactly that." Albus gave a melancholic smile. "Indeed..... You know.... I first rebuilt that house..... After years. Shortly before i returned to Hogwarts. Even though it was hollow, i still felt a connection to it as it was my home.... And by the time i finished tidying it up and making it much more sophisticated, i was proud that i could restore it. I used it later on as the headquarters of my first army when i warred with Gellert..... But even so, despite the many wonders i placed there, the artifacts, the books, and the alterations i have made...... In the end, i still saw it as just that. My family's house.... I almost wondered why i ever resented being there....."

Harry gave a sympathetic nod. "Anyway.... Let's get inside and enjoy a few hours before we leave to spend a week in the Weasleys and then set off to hunt down the Horcruxes." Harry smiled and nodded.

They spent a few hours indeed, Harry cooking for them both to practice his skills as Albus had requested. Magic after all wasn't just a power to be used against enemies, but also a blessing to be used in everyday's life. Albus had insisted Harry learn the non-combative spells, and Harry became quite excellent at it and eventually enjoyed it. 

"Ah! Garlic Breads...... Salty and rich in texture..... You always had a particular liking for Garlic Breads, Hamburgers, and Sandwiches, i remember, and i was more than happy to make it for breakfast. You even made it yourself whenever you could." Harry laughed merrily. 'Well.... Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon regularly made it for me and Dudley and i just grew to like it. I do like a bit of chocolates, though, and you introduced me to a rather well-controlled but comfortable diet....." Albus merely smirked. "Indeed.... You liked vanilla ice creams.... And strawberry milk." 

Just as they had finished their feast and were ready to depart, Albus and Harry sensed a sudden magical distortion. "Riddle?" Albus shook his head. "No..... Alastor." Harry glanced at him in surprise. "You learned to detect even the most remotest of magics..... But you need to develop the ability to identify your targets by comparing their magical energy..... Such is an important skill.... Especially to ensure you don't mistake friends for enemies." 

When they entered, it was practically the entire Order coming in, and Albus was told about the situation. Apparently, Severus had to tell Voldemort about Harry securing the Dursleys and warned them as soon as he could. So they went there to warn him, but didn't expect Albus was there as well.

A plan was quickly made, Polyjuice used to disguise everyone into Harry. Dumbledore would fly near Harry while Hagrid would take him there using Sirius's bike. Sirius meanwhile had been stationed nearby the house of the Tonks along with Charlie and Elphias in the worst case scenarios. 

Albus sighed as he readied himself for the flight. His face would be concealed under a hood. Albus had after all put on his old action outfit, which had been tailored and modified for any and all forms of conflict.

He was flying on his old broomstick, closely following Harry and Hagrid.....

And when the Death Eaters attacked, Dumbledore immediately cast protective charms upon as many members of the Order as he could and blasted many Death Eaters in a haste before hurrying after Harry. He called upon Fawkes and the Phoenix immediately appeared, regularly attacking the Death Eaters to give the others a chance to attack.

They went down to the street as multiple Death Eaters followed. Albus watched with grim approval as Harry took out all of them with ease even in such a situation. Yes.... He was developing at a pace even greater than Albus's initial expectations, though a decent amount of it had to do with Gellert's training.

Albus caused an explosion to take down the Death Eaters that chased Harry as Harry blinded dozens with light and blasted them with runes. While Harry's skill was impressive, Albus knew they couldn't fight at such an advanced rate without causing serious damage. He weaved runes upon the surroundings, setting it to activate and remove the memories of the Muggles that watched as well as repair the damage.

By the time he finished, Harry was far ahead. Albus gritted his teeth as he flew at top speed to catch up, He could still detect Harry's magic, but he also sensed.... Voldemort. Dumbledore hastened as he rushed, knowing Harry wasn't ready to face Voldemort yet.

When he arrived, however, he saw the unexpected. Harry was fluidly parrying spells from Voldemort as he manipulated runes to dissipate Voldemort's recent curses. Hagrid meanwhile was fighting several Death Eaters magically, Nott, Selwyn, and two others. Albus immediately took care of the Death Eaters that attacked Hagrid, but before he could help with Harry, suddenly Harry and Voldemort's wand connected.... Except it wasn't Priori Incantatem. Albus watched in shock as a massive burst of golden light overpowered Voldemort's jet of green and shattered what was clearly Lucius Malfoy's wand.

The power was strong enough that Albus had to wrap himself in a shield of energy and levitate Hagrid while also suspending Harry from falling, as the motorbike was torn apart by the burst of magic. In haste, Albus conjured lions, badgers, eagles, and serpents made of energy, a spell that he developed in symbolization of the true coexistence of Hogwarts Houses. They would distract Voldemort and the Death Eaters long enough to let him, Harry, and Hagrid reach the house.

By the time they reached it, however, his spell had came undone and Albus hastily cast the Water Cushioning Spell as Hagrid and Harry fell into the river. The spell summoned solid mattresses to contain them.

Drying them up quickly, they walked into the house of the Tonks. Andromeda and Ted Tonks were as welcoming as ever. Albus appeased their worries about Nymphdora by saying he had ensured she would be alive. Although... There was a bit of a scare when Harry drew his wand upon seeing Andromeda, as her face resembled Bellatrix. Albus sighed and put him in check. Needless to say, Andromeda was displeased that she was mistaken for her hateful older sister.

After a while, with Albus healing Hagrid's injuries and mending the few wounds Harry sustained, they were ready to travel to the Burrow.

"Andromeda..... I must thank you for all the loyalty you've shown." "Don't mention it..... And i've heard my little sister Narcissa's son tried to kill you, but you didn't let him. I wonder.... What are your plans for them" Albus narrowed his eyes. "I wish to give them a chance for redemption, as i always did, and i believe with what happened to Draco.... Your sister will find redemption, as would the rest of the Malfoys." Andromeda sighed heavily. "Narcissa..... I warned her.... Yet... She called me a Blood Traitor..... Regulus.... Ended up dying..... Even though i have little love for Bellatrix and are all for her death, Regulus dying before he can make something good is quite tragic, and Narcissa is now stuck with a cruel Dark Lord..... I pity her.... And i do hope at least she will either die dignified or be able to atone."

Albus just gently patted her. "Good! After all, it's right to wish for redemption. We must never discriminate anyone just because they made the wrong choice.... Excellent! I think, by the way, your daughter may just be one of the teachers in my plans for future education." Andromeda laughed a bit at that. "My daughter a teacher.... Well.... I sure hope she will have a good life.... I was a bit hesistant, you know, to marry her with Remus Lupin.... He was a good man, but he was a Werewolf, and while i had many friends like them, these are dark times.... I wanted to postpone the wedding until the war, but-" "Andromeda..... It is because these are dark times that such little happy things should be done. It shows we are still human, that we can still value and cherish those closest to us and enjoy life." Albus said lecturingly as he gently shook her hand.

Turning away with a solemn smile, Albus left the Tonks house for the Burrow....

And was met by Molly and Ginny's concerned faces. Apparently, no one else had returned. They missed the Portkey. Albus clenched his teeth as he prepared to cast a communication spell.... But then he felt Remus arrive through the Portkey with George's face covered in blood and dragged by Remus. Albus jumped at once, unlocking the door and immediately and delicately handling George and placing him upon the sofa......

Albus gritted his teeth as he cast healing spells upon George's ear. It had doubtlessly been cut off by Severus's Sectumsempra. Fortunately, Severus's was significantly weaker than Gellert's, and could be handled and repaired. Albus focused his full attention upon George as he yet again performed surgery on his devoted followers. It had been a recurring tendency of Albus to directly tend to the wounds of his allies himself, and he was a consummate expert and fully used to it by now. Surgeries required time, but Albus was more than ready to spend his magical energy and time on his allies. He would never give up on them unless absolutely forced to.

After 15 minutes, the surgery was over. It was after all a minor wound compared to all Albus had healed. He turned to the tearful Molly and assured George would live. Much to his relief, all of them survived, though Mad-Eye got a few scars after dueling Voldemort briefly.

But Harry had turned white and started insisting that they leave. Albus had immediately put that thought to rest. "Harry.... I understand your concerns... But i think we are safe here. Do not fall into panic..... Please.... Trust me." In the end, Harry had been placated into staying, and Albus once again asked Ronald and Hermione about following him.

"Are you sure? We will be wondering in quite a few times, and you will effectively be a member of the Order..... You will without a doubt face many dangers, and while Harry has been prepared, you haven't. I'll help you improve, but first i must see your resolve."

Ronald and Hermione gave a firm nod. "Sir.... We're Harry's best friends. We'll follow him no matter what.... Please.... We won't hold you back..... We'll help the best we can." Albus gave a laugh.

"Don't worry.... I understand..... And i shall allow it."

With that, Albus retired to the bedroom prepared for him by the Weasleys. He sighed as he laid on the bed and slept.

For now there was rest and comfort..... But soon, things would get back to it's grim track again.

The next day, naturally, Albus was met with Molly and Arthur as they questioned him about Ronald, Harry, and Hermione. Albus affirmed his decision to include them and only them in what the rest had believed to be a secretive mission. He assured them they would be safe, but Molly wasn't convinced. That said, Arthur had decided to trust him and Molly reluctantly agreed. However, Molly questioned him still.

"They're still teenagers...... Please..... Don't make them lose their normal lives...." Albus warily sighed at that. It was never his intention, but alas, no matter how much power he wielded, he cannot control fate.

"I know.... I'm sorry..... But i swear that i shall give my best to ensure that Ronald will be unharmed." Arthur nodded with resignation. "Well.... You saved me, Percy, Ginny, Bill, Ronald..... I think you already earned a degree at saving Weasleys." Albus gave a wary smile at that.

"Thank you Arthur.... I promise.... You'll be rewarded for all you have done for the Greater Good." 

And with that, Albus began preparing Ronald and Hermione. They weren't that far behind in standards, having been hardworking and determined in their studies..... But their skills could no longer compare to Harry even together. Harry had after all been trained by two greatest wizards in the world now. Whatever spells and magics Harry learned from Gellert, he hadn't used them fully yet, but it was clear Gellert had helped improve his dueling and put him through rigorous training, even more than the best of his standards apparently. Given Gellert's mastery of the darkest of magics, it was likely he had taught Harry such skills and how to defend them. He may primarily teach Harry how to combat the dark directly, but he was an excellent teacher regardless. Numerous of his greatest followers all became great wizards and witches under his tutelage. And Albus had little doubt what Harry had demonstrated wasn't all that Harry was capable of now.....

That said, they were eager despite the clear gap and kept dedicating themselves into becoming better, so Albus saw little problem with letting them come. Apparently, Harry didn't either. He even said that they were at the level where they can take down 3 Death Eaters individually.

When the Delacours arrived, they were excited to greet him. Albus politely shook hands with them. "It's a deep pleasure to meet you, Albus Dumbledore! Thank you deeply for all your help in uniting the families! And most of all, we must thank you for the fact your training allowed Harry Dumbledore to save Gabrielle. Truly... We are indebted to you." Monsieur Delacour declared with a smile. Albus just smiled. "Now.... I think Fleur was the one who won Bill's heart.... I simply gave her a bit of an advice....." "Nonsense, Mister Dumbledore..... You are too humble." Madame Delacour insisted as she gave him a trinket to represent the family's gratitude. It was a quite beautiful gauntlet, and Albus was happy to add it and thank them, but as they said, that trinket means nothing compared to all he had done for them.

It was during the wedding day that Albus saw Harry and Ginny together. He had just smiled understandingly and let Harry go off when she asked to talk. But then Ronald barged into the room..... With Harry and Ginny kissing. Albus merely shook his head in dismay, especially as Ginny left the room, clearly nearly in tears.

Needless to say, Ronald's anger was clear. He chastised Harry for giving her hope, saying he was all in for them but he knew that wouldn't be happening anytime soon. Albus had just remained distant, instead chasing after Ginny. He found her at the woods. 

"I asked, you know, that i can follow him. He didn't let me. He broke up with me saying he had to do what is right and not what is easy.... Assumed he learned those words from you?" Albus gave a sad smile and nodded. Ginny stared at him before saying "After Voldemort was defeated..... Do you think.... I can marry Harry?" Albus gave her a gentle pat and an encouraging smile.

"Definitely! I am looking forward to having a daughter-in-law like you, Ginny.... You have qualities that would suit Harry well....." Ginny gave a sad smile at that. "You know.... I never thought it would be that fast.... I always expected i needed to be at my sixth year... Yet just at my third year and i am already his girlfriend.... It wasn't easy.... But it felt right. And i did my best....." Albus hugged her at that. She trembled at first before relaxing. "You've done well..... You're worthy." Ginny just laughed hollowly. "See you around then.... And thank you..... Father?" Albus gave a laugh as Ginny blushed at the words.

That said, the happy atmosphere was ruined when Rufus arrived at the Burrow. Despite everything, Albus felt a bit pitying of the strain he was in, but he knew Rufus was there to return, under the pretense of it being his will, all the items he had prepared to further make it more convincing that he was indisposed.

Rufus was quite tense as he revealed the items. Albus watched as Ronald received the Deluminator, Hermione the Tales of Beedle The Bard, and Harry the Sword of Gryffindor. After it was finished, Rufus turned to him. "Dumbledore.... I assume you are still doing things your way?" Albus looked at Rufus with pity, realizing he truly was doomed by now.

"Rufus.... I warned you.... I advised you to be better..... And you ignored it...... But i will say this again.... Be better.... Stop trying to trick the people. Be honest. At least.... You can go down with a measure of dignity that way. I truly wouldn't wish you to fall, but at this point..... You are likely too fallen....."

"All because you refuse to-" "No.... Rufus.... You see.... I see things in the bigger picture.... And i know myself to be right when i chose to not side with the Ministry.... It's corrupted.... And you, my former student, have been twisted by desperation....."

He gave a sigh as he addressed Rufus. "Leave Rufus.... Do your best for yourself and the British community." Rufus instead drew his wand at him, but Albus didn't react, neither did Harry. "You should show respect! You two.... Arrogant, powerful individuals...... Despite all your feats, you seem to have no respect for authority!" Albus shook his head sadly. "Rufus.... You will not like what happens if you do this.... You cannot defeat me.... And you know it."

"If only you had eliminated He Who Must Not Be Named earlier, we would not be in this situation! Yet despite the fact you have defeated the much greater Dark Lord Gellert Grindelwald, you did not act directly! Your inaction took many lives!" Rufus screamed. Albus had to admit that wasn't expected, but still he supposed Rufus was partially right this time.

But then Harry stood up as well. "Sacrificed? No you don't get it..... Minister.... It's the supremacists, the traditionalists that created the likes of Lord Voldemort! The Death Eaters! Tradition that has corrupted and twisted many families against each other mercilessly..... And the Ministry's corruption! I actually think that the Ministry deserves what will come later.... And with that, the whole British Wizarding Community will be forced to learn.... Just how flawed and trash their old ways are!"

Rufus snarled and fired a spell but Harry barely batted an eye as a flick of his wandless hand blasted him back. "Remember Minister.... Albus Dumbledore is the greatest sorcerer in the world.... I've seen Gellert Grindelwald.... His legendary duel with my father.... Why should i be afraid, much less respect you, who show no ounce of honor and dignity that even Grindelwald showed?" Harry said coldly. 

Having lost all ground, Rufus left in as much of a dignified manner as possible. Albus let a deep sigh at that as a smile covered his face. Not only was he touched by Harry's words, but it seemed he was able to control his anger now. He just defended himself and let his words speak, even though Albus knew Harry could have used much more magic and probably subject Rufus to a beating worse than death. His passion was great, but tempered now. Apparently, Gellert had trained him in impulse control, given his rather emotional nature as well.

"Blimey.... The Deluminator..... I heard a few tales about how you used it to create portable realms and how it can control light and darkness.... Read about it in some books..... Are you really-" "Yes Ronald... I have decided in acknowledgment and appreciation for your loyalty to grant you that item." Albus answered kindly as Ronald gave him a grateful smile and bow. "Then what about the Tales of Beedle The Bard? Your copy..... Is it special?" Albus gave a melancholic laugh. "Indeed.... It contains my revisions and discoveries of.... Special truths..... And.... A tale in particular stood out... As the single most tempting yet ultimately unrewarding story.... Nevertheless, i bestow this upon you to help in your career..... You studied Runes, correct? Well.... You will not only find that book filled with runes, but also discover tales about certain magical creatures..... Which will help in your future attempts to be a law maker." Hermione had beamed at him in that. "And the Sword? I assume it's-" "Ah... Harry... You see... Your family was descended from the Gryffindors..... While my family also has a degree of relation to Godric Gryffindor, the Potters are more deeply connected..... I bestow the sword upon you so you would inherit it as both a Potter and Dumbledore....." Harry gave him a proud smile as Albus smirked.

"Will the sword destroy Horcruxes? How do we identify them?" "I have my methods.... For now.... Let's enjoy... My son's seventeenth birthday!" Albus said with a cheer.

They subsequently spent Harry's birthday in bliss, Albus happily making the cake himself in the form of a Dumbledore Family's Phoenix signature, which Harry delightedly feasted on entirely while delegating the other cake, in the form of a Snitch, into secondary.

When the time came for Bill and Fleur's wedding, Albus as promised was the officializer of the ceremony. He smiled radiantly as he watched the happiness of the couple, and the joyful tears of the matriarches of the two families. 

Many attended, including the Lovegoods, the Diggories, Tonks, and the members of the Order. Alastor was firmly on the watch, though, along with Kingsley so they didn't attend. Albus happily greeted Xenophilius and Luna, who expressed their full support of him as always, and Amos and Cedric were happy to talk with him. Albus entrusted Amos with keeping the allegiance of the Giants and Werewolves along with Remus while Cedric would consolidate the Dumbledore Army with his experience, leading it from the shadows in the Room of Requirement.

With all the assignments given and done, Albus turned his attention to Elphias Doge, who as usual was a regular and true friend of his. Elphias excitedly hugged him and stated he would keep supporting him.

That said, all the pleasantries came to a sudden end when a Patronus message from Kingsley arrived upon the wedding party, declaring the Ministry's fall, the death of Rufus, and the Death Eaters attempting to attack. Immediately, Albus searched for Harry, Ron, and Hermione.... Just as multiple Death Eaters attacked indeed.

Albus took down enemies and warped as many as he could to safety before finding Harry, Ronald, and Hermione and apparating away.... To London, Tottenham Court Road. It would grant easy access to the Grimmauld Palace. As they needed to talk with Sirius about the Locket.

But first.... A brief refreshing. They went to a nearby cafe after Albus transfigured their clothes into perfect order from the dresses and robes worn during the wedding. Hermione had brought an Undetectable Expansion Charm enchanted bag, but Albus had insisted they save it for when necessary.

He breathed in relief when he received a message stating that the others back in the wedding were alright. "So what's the next step?" "We will go to Sirius first..... We have a few things to ask him... We'll stay there for a while.... And then we'll leave to my house." "Your house?" "A secret place, Ronald. And that's where we can begin the more intensive training."

That said, Albus could sense something was wrong.... Dark magical energies were nearby..... And then- Dolohov and Rowle! Albus immediately pushed Hermione and Ron to safety and wiped the memories of the bartender, putting her to sleep. Albus turned his attention back to Harry and saw to his surprise that Rowle was already down while Harry was pushing back Dolohov with multiple rather lethal spells. The jinxes, hexes, and curses he used were clearly Gellert's handwork.

Deciding to end the fight quickly, Albus cast a strong spell that blasted Dolohov back. "H-How do they keep finding us?" Albus drew a deep breath and performed and Arithmancy analysis upon the surroundings to check what magic triggered their arrival. It was.... A Taboo Curse! Quite clever of Tom..... It wouldn't work on his house or the Grimmauld Palace, but it certainly would work on regular places.

"The name has been jinxed..... From now on, when referring to him, use the name Tom." Albus said grimly. With that, he set out along with them.....

And arrived on Grimmauld Palace. Albus grimly knocked on Sirius's home, and was greeted by a thrilled Sirius. "Ah! Hello Harry.....  Albus.... Nice to see you! You'll be staying here for a while?" Albus nodded kindly. Sirius had after all taken the fact he was confined to the house rather badly and always enjoyed any company.

After settling down for the night, the next day, Albus questioned Sirius about Regulus Arcutrus Black, his younger brother. After all, Sirius may not like Regulus, but he still lamented the way he died. Sirius's response was that of solemn acknowledgement that he didn't know about Regulus's change and he would have tried to convert him into their side if he had known, calling Regulus a poor idiot and lamenting he didn't reach out after seeing his discomfort.

Albus had Sirius call Kreacher, which he did abruptly. Albus sighed. Apparently, he still ignored Kreacher even after all his encouragement.....

"Mundungus.... When Master was gone, he stole the Locket.... Kreacher failed Master Regulus.... Kreacher couldn't destroy the Locket!" Albus had to admit Kreacher's story was pitiable. He had been used by Voldemort as a test subject for the defenses of the Cave and afterwards Regulus decided to sacrifice himself by having Kreacher remove the locket and then leave while he drowned to his death.

After finishing the story, Albus sighed and gently patted Kreacher in the shoulder. "Please Kreacher.... Find Mundungus..... I promise you.... I'll finish what Regulus has started. And here.... The Locket is yours. He would have wanted you to keep it." Kreacher's eyes beamed at that, and Sirius gave a sigh and nodded. "Look Kreacher.... My brother died so Voldemort can be defeated.... And that's exactly what i'll do..... I promise..... Just do as he say, and you would have redeemed the name of the Blacks."

Kreacher eventually recovered and bowed respectfully to him, Harry, and Sirius before leaving. 

Chapter Text

Albus Dumbledore had just finished his daily session of training the dedicated Ronald and Hermione. They were adjusting remarkably well to Albus's usage of time-distortion for an entire day of training. The same magic was used by Gellert during his training of Harry while dream-walking. At first, naturally, they had struggled and faltered, but now they were able to perform remarkably well. In fact, they were now a match for an inner circle Death Eater in single duels. 

And right now, Albus was training Harry himself. Apparently, Gellert had taken things up a notch after Albus had approved of it, extending the time so a dream was a day and a half full of training. Harry was also learning quite well from Gellert. Apparently, Harry had began to learn the higher levels of wandless magic, and he also had finally developed the ability to use the Shield of a Mage appropriately, along with other incredible spells Albus would not have trained Harry until what he expected to be years, but it seemed Gellert was intent on leaving his mark. It almost made Albus smile bittersweetly.... Finally, after so long, Gellert had discovered the joys of teaching and was excelling in it. In fact, by training Harry, the person who would surpass both Gellert and Albus himself, Gellert was earning his redemption. Perhaps, after the war was over, Albus could see Gellert again in Nurmengard....

Harry's progress was truly astonishing and it became clear while Gellert's efficient training was a major cause, his talent also exceeded his expectations. Apparently, Gellert had began sparring with Harry a few months ago, and Harry lost miserably against Gellert because Gellert wasn't nearly as restrained as Albus was. Right now, he was still losing pretty roughly, but he had managed to graduate from what he described as being punching bags to an actual sparring partner. He went from losing their first training session within 10 seconds to now being able to fight him after the 10 duel for 3 minutes. He still couldn't land any blows, but he was getting better at avoiding and countering. It would serve him well should he have to face Voldemort, and hopefully by that time, he would have scored a few hits, so he may be able to defeat Tom in a duel if he underestimated him.

Albus himself was also sparring with Harry more seriously, though still restrained unlike Gellert's clearly merciless training. Nevertheless, Harry fought decently even against him now. He actually managed to land 2 hits when Albus had already went above the level of three inner circle Death Eaters!

"Well done Harry..... I assume given your improved skill and tendency to dodge and regularly reinforce yourself whenever hit with spells you were hit that Gellert is still training you quite mercilessly?" "Yeah... That guy is a brutally effective teacher. He kept asking me to get up and push myself even after i got several nasty injuries until he finally called the training done."

Albus just smiled understandingly. "While i understand he was pretty brutal, i have to admit it brings me joy that you, Harry, brought upon his redemption. Made it possible. Even now, i still regret the man he became..... And i thank you Harry.... For giving me even if only a bitter comfort in that matter." Harry just nodded understandingly.

Then they sensed the arrival. Albus and Harry immediately left the room to see the visitor..... It was none other but Remus Lupin.

"Thanks to your protections, even the Death Eaters's most brutal spells failed to reach, and we were able to round a few up, Albus.... It seemed you were right... They really used the best of the Ministry's support, but your spells are one of a kind. It held firm, and gave us the chance to subdue them. Ever since then, attacks on every house of the Order have ceased. Apparently, they realized it was futile to try and abandoned it, instead placing the members under careful watch, not that it was working. As always..... Your magic and mind remained as formidable as ever."

Albus smiled appreciatively. "Too bad i didn't ward the Weasleys during the Wedding..... But i'm glad that there was no casualties. Now.... I assume.... You came here for a reason, Remus?"

When Remus had revealed the Daily Prophet's page two, Albus suppressed himself from raging. It was a Muggle Born Register.... Truly a devious creation indeed.... Harry was seething in rage visibly, letting his magic surround the environment. If it wasn't for Albus and Geller'ts training, Harry would have likely released a burst by now. Sirius was patting him while Hermione and Ronald watched nervously but in rage.

"Remus..... I will issue the order to take every single eleven-years old from attending Hogwarts.... Reach out to the parents.... I'll create the recording to convince them.... Take them to safety.... Here.... It's Gellert Grindelwald's safehouses..... It can host dozens of people. Take them there.... It's already warded....." Albus said with clenched teeth.

Naturally, he would NEVER allow Tom to succeed. In fact, Albus was planning a few visits to the Ministry by now, intending on breaking out every Muggleborn that would be captured on regular basis.

But then- "Albus..... I understand that you have assigned this group as your aide in a particular mission.... And i would like to ask.... That i be allowed to join." Albus was shaken out of his thoughts and looked at Lupin with a frown.

"Alas Remus... While your loyalty and valiance is appreciated, you have a wife to take care of-" "Tonks will be perfectly safe at her parents house." Albus shook his head firmly. What was Remus thinking? Leaving his wife in such a state?

"Any man.... Would choose their family first if they could.... Remus.... Your friend James would have agreed." "Naturally Remus... Come on man.... You got a girl now! Man up, would you? Don't tell me you had problems with her this soon?" Sirius asked with a frown.

Remus clenched his fists and clearly, with unpleasant feelings, stated "Tonks..... Is pregnant." He had said it with so much dread and a grimacing smile that the joy Albus felt was immediately suppressed by clear wariness of it.

"Well done man! Finally having a girl in bed! James would be so proud!" Sirius said with a cheer as Harry gently congratulated him along with the beaming Hermione and Ronald.

"Then.... Remus.... Why.... Are you not.... Sticking with your family instead?" Albus said with a serious look as everyone there turned at him in apparent surprise.

"I made a grave mistake! I made it against my better judgment and regretted it ever since-" Albus took on a sympathetic look. Was he still-

"You should understand.... What have i done... To my wife and my unborn child? I've made her an outcast!" Remus was out of control, springing to his feet and glaring with all the shadow of the wolf. But while even Sirius was intimidated, he and Harry were not. They had after all faced and seen many terrifying magics.

"You know how people treat me! I- I've made a terrible mistake, a mistake, a MISTAKE! No one would talk to me about the affliction, and they wouldn't to her now.... Even Tonks parents are apprehensive.... And the  child-" Remus actually seized the handfuls of his own hair in a deranged manner.... And howled like a wolf before slamming his fist on the desk.

"My kind don't usually breed! How- How can i forgive myself.... When i knowingly risked passing on my Lycanthropy to an innocent child. Even if it isn't me, it will still be better off, a hundred times so, without a father of whom it must always be ashamed!" "Come on men... Don't be like that! I told you to not be hopeless... Hearten up! Come on.... Don't abandon the happiness you've acquired...."

"Remus....." Albus began with such a firm yet understanding tone, but Harry beat him to it. "I can't believe this.... Among my mentors.... How could you? Y - You.... How could you be like this? My father.... Your best friend.... DIED.... Trying to save me and my mom.... Father's-" Whatever words Harry had was cut up as he began choking. Albus gently patted his son in the shoulder before addressing Remus.

"Remus Lupin... If i hear you say any more word, i shall send you back to your wife, even damaged if i must..... A parent.... Must ALWAYS..... Remain with their kids..... Not abandon them for their own good..... And above all..... NEVER believe for a second.... That you are right.... I knew a father like that.... And it didn't do him well in his children's eyes." Albus said with complete firmness, but Lupin was livid.

"H-How dare you? This isn't a desire for danger.... For personal glory?" "NO! For all your well-intentions, you are walking a wrong path! It never ends well..... Your abandonment will earn your child's hate, not your presence! Not his heritage, but you! A father must always protect his children, but never be so lost as to believe they can exact some form of justice for whatever reason it is.... Unless it is truly right."

Harry had stood up abruptly, and gave Remus an absolutely cold glare. "Coward...." Remus had drew his wand, but Harry was at another level. He easily deflected the Knockback Jinx and was about to launch a counter spell when Albus stopped him.

He immediately grabbed Remus and pinned him to the wall as he cast the spell to transport him back to Tonks. "Don't start working for the Order again until you've made amends with your wife."

With that, the golden light warped Remus back to his house as Albus exhaled. Sirius looked shaken.

"You alright, Harry?" Albus asked gently as Harry nodded shakily."

"I need some air...." With that, Harry left for the training room, clearly activating the harder levels of the usual stimulations. Albus sighed.

Today was unexpectedly grim.... But in more ways than just the war.

Hopefully Remus would realize his mistakes and be better.....

After all, Albus had failed perhaps the most in the history of romance.... And family.... As did his father.....

He prayed with all his heart that Remus would not be like him.

It was a few days later that Kreacher finally appeared with Mundungus, who had remained in the group but took only the smaller missions.

Albus had been receiving reports that Remus and Tonks had apparently made up, much to his relief. After all, Remus and Tonks were young by his standards. They still had a long way to go and a full life to experience together, which Albus couldn't have with Gellert but he was at least happy he could prevent another such tragedy from occuring again.

Tonks had even sent him an owl expressing her sincerest gratitude, along with saying that she would be happy to serve him as a teacher in his future plans.  Albus had smiled at that. And Harry was overjoyed that they had reconciled and Remus was now being a true father and husband. He had felt remorseful afterwards, but Albus had assured him he did what was right rather than what was easy and he should be proud.

Mundungus's revelations, however, accidentally mixed with Albus's plans for a Ministry Busting. Apparently, Dolores had been freed by Voldemort and was now sadistically persecuting Muggleborns. She had also taken the locket from Mundungus because she wanted to use it to make herself look like she was connected to the Selwyns. Disgusting... Albus knew fully well Dolores's father and mother.... The Umbridge Family was significantly more dysfunctional than even his family at it's worst.

As such, Albus had immediately began devising the plan. Sirius would not come, as Albus had assigned him with keeping an eye on Remus and Tonks and ensuring their stability, as well as regularly working with the other members, but he, Harry, Ronald, and Hermione were enough.

"I'm going to have to do a bit of a recon..... Harry, Ronald, Hermione..... You should get ready.... Harry, start teaching them the higher levels." Harry nodded firmly as Albus set off to the Ministry of Magic.

When he arrived, the sight was as utterly outrageous, discriminatively repugnant, and completely corruptive as possible. Truly, Gellert may far exceed Tom in terms of efficiency, but Tom far surpassed Gellert in bigotry, if Gellert was even bigotted. At worst, he believed wizardkind superior, but he always held firmly to ideals of coexistence, even if it became twisted by times. A statue named Magic Is Might was placed upon the atrium, with Muggles and Muggleborns depicted as being crushed as was what the Death Eaters believed to be their rightful place. Meanwhile, Muggleborns were starting to be rounded up. Albus barely prevented himself from annahilating the entire building in his utter disgust and fury, composing himself by applying his mental control lessons that he regularly taught Harry. That said, Albus did discover all the key elements needed for the plan. First, Reginald Cattermole and Marry Cattermole were targets of the Registeration. As such, Albus sought them out and after only a few minutes of negotiations, managed to persuade them to go along with his plan. Reginald would take the children and leave the country, occupying one of Gellert's safehouses, while Marry would allow herself to be trialed as Albus intended to deal quite the heavy blow to Voldemort's Ministry on the day of the infiltration. Albert Runcorn, meanwhile, as a supporter of the Muggleborn Registry, was disposed by Albus and his identity used as a disguise for Harry, while Mafalda Hopkirk, as among the Ministry members who did not support the new Ministry, agreed to help out with the plan and would serve as an influencer of rebellion against the Ministry. 

With the fact the plan had been made, Albus returned to the Grimmauld Palace, still furious by the injustices he had seen, but nevertheless being focused on discussing the plan.

"Here's the plan.... Harry would disguise himself as Albert Runcorn via Human Transfiguration, as he has learned after a week of training, while Hermione and Ronald will use Polyjuice Potion to disguise themselves as Mafalda Hopkirk and Reginald Cattermole. Meanwhile, i will be disillusioned and set up devices that will deal the Ministry Voldemort is trying to create a heavy blow. Your task will be to find the locket and then arrive at the trial. I will be there soon after finishing setting up the entire devices needed and also freeing the Muggleborns. And by the way.... You will have to flush yourselves into the toilet. Do hope you enjoy it." Albus said as he put on his usual smile back on as Harry, Hermione, and Ronald laughed.

The day before the plan was carried out, Harry asked him about what he saw at the Ministry. "I could tell, you know..... You weren't exactly in the best of moods when you came back, which is quite uncharacteristically visible, so i suppose it's worse than you expected, Father?" Albus let out a huge exhale and nodded.

"I suppose you don't mind if i kill Umbridge and a few people, then?" Albus gave a grim smile. "No..... But remember.... Be patient.... Control.... Your boundless energy reserves are greater than mine in potential, but using it too much would endanger the captured Muggleborns." "No need to worry.... I'll deal with it the best i can." Albus gave his son a proud smile and hugged him.

"You've grown up well, Harry Potter Dumbledore.... You've made the Dumbledore Family proud."

And finally the day came.... Albus set off with Harry, Hermione, and Ronald with their disguises on. He watched amusingly as they struggled a bit with the flushing part before going inside himself. Upon arriving, Harry was, much to his pride, as controlled as he promised he would be. He was letting off barely visible waves of magical energy, so controlled that none but Albus could sense it. His look was that of coldness, but quite disguised so it doesn't show the rage that lay within.

Remember Harry...... Patience.... I promise it'll be over soon Albus telepathically communicated as Harry gave a telepathic message back nodding his simple approval. They walked into the lift and were greeted by the callous Yaxley, Albus positively frowning at the sight of his clear delight in persecuting Muggleborns. But he reigned himself and Harry in. Yaxley would get his deserved comeuppance eventually.

Upon being alone in the lift, Albus stopped time with magic and addressed the three. "Alright.... Harry.... You go to Umbridge's office and try to find the locket. You know the spells needed to cause enough of a distraction. Hermione, you would be expected to accompany Umbridge, so go to the courtroom with her. Be frightful. Mafalda's nature in these days are like that. And Ronald.... Sort out Yaxley's office with Atmospheric Charms or Finite Incantatem. I assume you know them?" All three nodded. "Good.... Now.... I'll have to meet with our allies here.... I'll disapparate.... Good luck."

With that, Albus warped away to the location he had agreed on with Percy, Arthur, and Amos. It was a deeply-hidden level of the Ministry that no one used anymore. Albus knew of it from his time working here as an Auror, where he traversed such places because it wasn't forbidden.

Upon arriving, he was greeted by all three of them there. They immediately discussed the plans. Percy and Arthur would plant disruptive and explosive devices at every hidden corner of every floor in the Ministry, while Amos would cast atmospheric spells to delay any reinforcements and release creatures. "I assume you understand your roles? Good. Now carry them on, and thank you for your loyalty." They all nodded firmly and immediately went off to fulfill their roles.

All set, Albus went to the dungeons where Muggleborns had been imprisoned and immediately freed the ones still in place, creating illusions to fool any guards that they were still there that would last for hours. He sent them to Gellert's headquarters and safehouses for safety, with several members of the Order ready and willing to care for them. It took hardly a few minutes to disable the wards in place. Albus after all was just as skilled of a master of magical penetration as he was a master of magical protection. 

With that, all that was left to do was to reconvene with Harry and the other two. Albus snuck into the Courtroom completely undetected. A marvellous piece of magic it was...... Combining Disillusionment Charm with numerous magical-energy cloaking spells, it was an ingenious method Albus discovered first during his travels and then perfected during his training with the Flamels, studying it from what appears to be the hideout of magical assassins in Persia. He had taught such a method to Newt and others.... But then realized he hadn't taught Harry the skill. That would have to be in the future.

Anyway, he saw Harry, Ronald, and Hermione in the courtroom as Umbridge sadistically persecuted Miss Cattermole. He shook his head at the sight, but then Umbridge began denying that Miss Cattermole had any rights, that she like all Muggles are animals who must be beaten down and mercilessly enslaved and serve their betters without regard for themselves or die because wizardkind are much superior.

Positively growling at the sight, Albus beat Harry to attacking Umbridge and fired a kinetic blast of magical energy that sent her to the wall of the court with enough force to break her neck, killing her. Another casual wave of his hand and the locket was summoned to him. Albus revealed himself and immediately cast the Stunning Spell at Yaxley and all those who tried to attack him, firing multiple spells simultaneously. Ah.... The benefits of decades of experience and training in magical energy control. At a sufficiently high level, you can release multiple spells with a single cast. Harry hasn't learned that yet, but he would soon.

The Dementors charged but Albus cast a Patronus so strong it straight-out obliterated the sinister creatures. As Harry and the others approached him, Albus gave a grim nod. "Miss Cattermole.... Apologies for being a bit late..... But we are here to rescue you as per the bargain we had made." Miss Cattermole just nodded shakily.

"Now.... Shall we display just how broken the Ministry are, Harry?" Harry gave a positively malicious grin. "Definitely.... I'm going to enjoy this...." Albus would normally suppress Harry's tendencies, but right now, he would let him run wild.

"See you at the atrium, then... Remember coordination with the hazards i placed...."

With that, Albus went to the Atrium and immediately cast a powerful Amplification Charm to attract the attention of the workers.

"Now.... I believe you all know me, Albus Dumbledore.... I apologize.... For all the hardships those who believed in me must have endured..... And the fact that you will have to go through much worse, doubtlessly.... But know this..... I, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore... Will NEVER let the Death Eaters win as long as there is life in my body. And i vow that i fight for the good of all the Wizarding World..... Do any of you recognize just how corrupted the Ministry is!?" The majority of the workers yelled out loud in approval.

"Now..... This-" Albus pointed at Harry's direction as he, Hermione, and Ronald dragged Yaxley and other Pureblood Supremacists that they have captured..... "Is what i promise shall be rectified. Have you all seen just how corrupt the Ministry is? I promise you i'll be better..... Although i may not be in the place to say this, after the war is over, i shall be the next Minister For Magic. Do you object!?" Every single one there roared their support. The few that didn't were swiftly dispatched by Harry and his supporters.

"Now....." Albus said as he cast a spell at Yaxley that burned him alive and then threw his screaming body to the statue, destroying it.... "Let this be known to all of you.... That hope.... Remains! That Pureblood Supremacy is outdated.... Do any disagree!?" Everyone there nodded vigorously.

"Any who wish to actively support my cause... May take these coins and be taken to places where your skills can be put to use. Be warned these coins will only accept those with a true noble heart..... I will have to make clear that in the process, chances are you may die! But i promise your sacrifice won't be in vain..... Do you want to make a world where your children, your family, and friends can live happily!? A world where equality between all!?" Everyone there yelled in complete approval.

"Then those who shall risk their lives... Come forth.... And let us make a better world together! For..... THE GREATER GOOD! FOR A BETTER WORLD!" Albus yelled as dozens came and took the coins and were warped to places where they can be content and use their skills for the betterment of all.....

Next, Albus turned to the scared supremacists. "Go..... Spread news about this to all of your people..... Know that you still have a chance to be better.... But if you don't take it, then mercy will not be given to you."

With that, Albus released the ropes binding them and they immediately disapparated. 

Albus turned to Harry, Ronald and Hermione and they left the Ministry.

The first step had been taken.....

But it was only the first out of many.

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Albus Dumbledore was currently carving runic sigils made with blood, light potions, and dark-reversal activation spells. The Locket was in his hands, contained by a powerful light spell to keep it from attacking him. He let out a deep breath. He had to admit.... The loss of the Elder Wand had affected him more than expected. Perhaps it was because he had relied on it for too long and had scarcely used his old wand, made from the cores of Phoenix's Feather and Unicorn's hair, and the wood of Ebony and Holly, so he was a bit rusty. It was a very powerful wand, due to it's makings being of the greatest ingredients used, but no wand can match the Elder Wand. Although.... Albus would normally not feel the strain of power unless he was using too much of it. But he's been depending on the Elder Wand, which can harness his fullest strength with seasoned comfort, for long enough that he would need time to recover his efficiency with his old wand. Right now, he didn't have enough power to yet destroy the Horcrux voluntarily, but he still could make it up with knowledge.

This was a great ritual he and the Flamels had designed while working to destroy Horcruxes after he suspected Riddle had made them. The blood runes would channel the great strength, the light potions would perform the purification, and the dark-reversal spells would reverse it's toxical nature upon itself. All that Albus had to do now was place the Horcrux at the middle and activate it. Dropping the Horcrux at the sigil, he watched grimly as dark tendrils began to emit, attempting to break free, but the runes held firm and began to weaken the Horcrux. Albus waved his wand at the runes and then placed both his wand and his free hand at the front, conjuring white sigils as the runes began to activate, beginning the ritual to eliminate the Horcrux. Numerous dark tendrils began clashing with the light, and Albus firmly placed his focus into eliminating the protections of the Horcrux to lay the soul shard bare to be annihilated. He could do it.... Just a little bit.....

And after a minute, the Horcrux shattered as waves of magical energy shook the entire building. Albus breathed deeply, drawing magic from his surroundings to make it easier for him. It wasn't as if it was that tiring, but the strain of using a wand he wasn't adjusted to made it rather difficult for him.

But nevertheless, Albus watched as flames slowly erased the Locket out of existence with a grim look. It was rather sad, seeing such a historical artifact be destroyed, but it was necessary.

He left the room, which was essentially his workshop, where he could practice some of the more dangerous and esoteric magics unhindered, and went to enjoy dinner... With his son and his friends. Harry, Hermione, and Ronald were rather anxious to hear, and were pleased to hear that he had indeed destroyed the Horcrux. They had a feast to celebrate the fact that now Voldemort only had 1 or 2 Horcruxes left. Albus already had plans to find the last Horcruxes using a certain piece of magic, but for now, rest has been earned.

Afterwards, Albus went to bed, as did his pupils.....

He slept peacefully, more than he had expected.

Albus watched as Harry took on Ronald and Hermione simultaneously. It was as he had expected. Ever since Harry was receiving training from both him and Gellert, his growth rate magnified twice. This was owned partially due to Gellert's brutally efficient and unrestrained lessons and classes in the dreamscape, a world where the one who created the magical dimension can control it to an absolute degree unless met by an enemy whose skill rivaled theirs. Dreamwalking itself was an extremely complicated and esoteric spell. It can be used to greatly help the training process, as Gellert did with his Acolytes and some who joined him but were too young and haven't learned enough combat, but it also had another significantly worse aspect. The strain of forcibly growing in power and skill in an unrealistic world can leave the individual rather scarred physically and their mind weakened, unless one were of strong mind, heart and power. The worst aspect, however, was that Dreamwalking can also be used to torture others. It was an even more effective method than the Cruciatus, as it essentially shows them their worst fears and can give just as much physical pain if Gellert intended, making it a brutally effective method for both the physical and mental suffering. In there, unless one were to be exceptionally skilled in defensive magic and powerful, then they wouldn't be able to resist him. And no one but Albus had ever been able to match Gellert in the Dreamscape.

Dreams.... Yes.... Dreams hold and display the memories of the life a person had. Albus had many experiences with dreams, both great and terrible. At first, during childhood, those dreams were great, dreaming of the time where he can achieve great things in his future, but after his father was arrested, Albus's dreams became bittersweet as he regularly thought of his broken family and wished greatly to repair it, as much as it seemed impossible. His time in school did positively affect that, as the friends he gained soothed his wounds and helped him find peace, and the dreams transitioned to where he was great, praised and beloved by everyone, his family reunited, and his friends with him together as exceptional wizards and witches while he was the Supreme Mugwump. It had taken a downhill when Ariana killed his mother, his bitterness and anger conjuring images of him being there but unable to do anything but scream and cry as Ariana murdered Kendra and his friends leaving him behind while he remained with his broken family.... But with Gellert, he experienced the most beautiful of dreams at the time, where they were together, side-by-side as they united the two worlds, and his parents were resurrected and Ariana was cured, his other friends were with him as trusted generals as they fought to revolutionize the world, and by the end of it, reaching where his dreams showed him with Gellert and several adopted children, Gellert taking the Dumbledore Family name, the wizarding world revolutionized, Muggles willingly working for wizards and witches and benefitting and being oversaw and treated well, and his family and friends were all high-ranking members of the order he and Gellert built in his fantasies.... Until the death of Ariana ended all such fantasies and exposed the delusions he had as just that, fantastic dreams that can never come true despite his greatest, deepest desires.

And after that, for entire years, the dreams never changed. He always dreamt of Gellert becoming dark, as he did eventually, Ariana screaming at him for abandoning her, and Aberforth yelling at him for destroying their family and punching him, before finally shifting to his parents giving him tearful glares filled with bitter disappointment and hatred. It never stopped making him wake up in the eve of the night, whenever he slept in either a forest, an inn, or a house, and making him cry and get on his knees as he begged forgiveness that he knew he didn't deserve. That was when he had realized just how badly he had failed. At first, he blamed Gellert and even Aberforth a little, but eventually he realized he was responsible, by the 30th time he dreamt of it. He could still remember that day, 30 December 1901, where he had stayed in Bhutan, a place known for allowing the past to whisper and reveal the truths, either sad or good.

But then his dreams began changing.... By the time he had actually started teaching others. It was during the 1913s as he finished rebuilding his old village that he dreamt about him teaching happy children, his family there watching him, before it changed to them saying his true calling was here. It would take him a few years to realize that indeed his true calling was to be a teacher when he reunited with and was trained by the Flamels. Those years were well-cherished, and it was at that moment that his dreams became bittersweet....

He dreamt of a world where he and Gellert together taught as proud professors of a magical university, where they had retired from the positions of Supreme Mugwump for Albus and German Minister for Gellert, and that he and Gellert were able to eliminate the prospects of Blood Purity and the like..... But alas, such a dream was impossible when Gellert finally rose as the greatest Dark Lord the world will ever see. And despite that, his dreams instead increased in frequency and worsened in that the pleasant dreams would inevitably shift to reality where he and Gellert were fighting each other as the leaders of their own army bitterly.

By the time the war was over and Gellert was defeated, Albus's dreams transitioned between being good, bittersweet, and bad... During the good, he imagined when he and Gellert were still together, he had managed to convince him to change and be less violent, and they worked together side-by-side to create a world where the Wizarding World would thrive. They had family and friends who they can relate to and trust with all their heart. In the bittersweet? He visited Gellert after achieving all his dreams, they talked, Gellert admitted Albus was right, and they both passed away together.

But whenever he dreamt badly, he would dream that Gellert had won, had defeated and killed him because he hesitated, and without him, Gellert still created what even Albus had to admit was rather a remarkable world, where wizards and muggles coexisted and helped one another, but the dream displayed exactly what would happen to Gellert as heartbreak over murdering him, bitterness of never finding another person he could love and trust, eventually lead him to begin leaning more towards wizarding supremacy. Especially when Tom rose in his dream, Gellert put him down in a matter of 3 years, killing Riddle quite decisively and painfully but displaying more brutality and ruthlessness. The display of strength and his gradual slide into darker depths began to make many be fearful of him, yet at the same time also lamenting the man he had became. Until finally, many years later, where Gellert had grown old enough to be subdued, and even then barely, costing the lives of dozens of those who challenged him and very nearly winning, as people eventually began rebelling after seeing Gellert twist himself, the Gellert in his imaginations died thinking of the better times they had and lamenting his mistakes and being welcomed by Albus into the afterlife despite it all.

Despite how much it tore his heart, Albus eventually realized the bittersweet ending was all that he could have. The bad ending would have not only transformed the world in ways that would end up dooming it, as a last flash of his imagination revealed that in such a scenario, without a strong leader to maintain the world's order, darkness prevailed entirely. Killing Gellert ended up destroying the world as the barely victorious people were swiftly overrun by sinister people who knew better than to tangle with Gellert Grindelwald when he was alive. Yes... Such was the burden of power, numerous times Gellert questioned himself in this scenario, yet he knew that if he were to stop, it would destroy everything, so he kept moving forward despite how much his heart and mind was growing darker. And now, Albus was the one who holds along with Harry the fate of the world. A heavy burden, but for the many, for the loved ones, they could preserve. 

Shaking himself out of his thoughts, Albus watched with a solemn smile as Harry, Ronald, and Hermione playfully argued about how it went. Harry had won, naturally. His immesurable talents had been refined and sharpened to the best of his and Gellert's ability. Although it would still take a couple of years, in the end, Harry will surpass them. Any doubt Albus had about that was gone. Right now, Harry was finally in the big leagues, though not yet at the top of the wizarding world, but still superior to Newt and Minerva. He had learned much, his dueling style polished after countless hours spent lightly sparring with him and being brutally honed by Gellert from being initially aggressive to fully calculating and adaptive, able to mix all forms of magic into devastating combinations. Yes... Harry truly can surpass him, not just as a wizard, but as a man. And Albus swore he would do his best that Harry would live a long, happy life, before dying proud of all the things he had accomplished. That Harry would not repeat the mistakes Albus had made in his youth.

"This is rather unsightly of me, isn't it, Albus?" Albus watched solemnly.... As Gellert Grindelwald laid at the back of a wall. They were in a secluded part of Godric's Hollow. Albus had just been receiving his monthly updates from Mundungus when he sensed that Nurmengard had been collapsed, and a few moments later, Gellert apparated with numerous mortal injuries. Clearly, he didn't escape entirely from the explosion that Albus triggered to activate. What he had heard was rather unpelasant... Apparently, Tom was looking for the Elder Wand, but Gellert refused to tell him and collapsed his prison upon the Dark Lord while he was trying to breach the perimeter barrier Albus had placed.

"Really.... Lord? That brat, got to admit, was a rather strong wizard, but i think at my prime i could have mopped the floor with him easily enough. You sure beat him rather easily even after your age has hindered you, Albus.... Honestly, i just don't understand. Inferis appearing? Killing Curses being cast? That was rather lame to make him be compared to me... I could use much more elaborate dark magics.... And he sought the Elder Wand... Clearly, that guy experimented on himself and used magics to amplify his powers, but he went the wrong way. Power wasn't meant to be acquired through rituals alone, but through the blood shed in magical conflicts and dedication to mastering the arts." Albus gave a hollow laugh.

"Indeed... Riddle could have stood at the same level as us... But he misused his potential, and harnessed magics that were ill-used.... And the transformation he went through did give him great raw strength, but it came at the cost of a constant hunger for power that would never be satisfied..... Such was the curse of those who attempted to break the laws of magic outright rather than fidling with it delicately." Albus said as Gellert gave a small laugh, although he soon coughed, and Albus knew Gellert was dying.

"And you've been seeking exceptionally talented individuals, haven't you, Albus? You see, i may not be able to break your defenses, but i experimented and eventually i was able to reach out and seek information on events.... I know why you didn't just kill Lord Voldemort.... You could, but you knew that would do nothing...." He stopped for a while, before adding with a genuine smile that Albus knew was reserved to few. "And i have to admit i am quite impressed and even a bit proud to see you use some of my beliefs even now.... For the Greater Good, you let the people Voldemort murdered die. For the Greater Good, you attempted to first push changes, but ultimately decided to force the people to learn from the harshest lesson: Experience. And it is also for the Greater Good that you ultimately made the decision to mold Harry into your heir."

Albus gave Gellert a bittersweet smile. "What can i say? I may have opposed you because you went too far, but i do believe the Greater Good is vital. I must thank you for training Harry, Gellert.... I knew you had it in you.... I knew you could eventually regret all that you've done..... I'm sorry i wasn't a better friend, a better partner.... All i can do was give you a way out.... In the end you did regret your actions Gellert….. And I hope you will find peace in the Next Great Adventure."

Gellert gave a bittersweet smile at that. "Albus….. It all started from the time we spent together, wasn't it? I was born to an esteemed family who pushed upon me numerous expectations and I lived up to them…. Abusive parents who still insisted I grew strong and kept trying even as I ignored them after growing stronger than any my family ever had….. While you were born to a family who was normal but became, better for worse, specially magical due to Muggles, just like how my family despised Muggles." Albus turned away at that. He knew naturally just how bad Gellert's family life was. In fact, he was perhaps the only person with that knowledge. "But then I met you….. You were the first man who ever matched me. And what started as the unexpected feeling of genuine interest eventually blossomed into the first real friendship I ever had. You may have had real friends back in Hogwarts, but my classmates weren't exactly that friendly." Albus gave a solemn nod at that. 

"We had similar backgrounds indeed, but different in some ways." Gellert laughed softly. "Yes…. And you became the first man I ever cared for. By the time I was finished with my education, I killed my own parents…. It didn't feel as great as I wanted….. They deserved it, but I just felt empty. I sought you at your home with my great aunt because I wanted to see you again, maybe we could travel the world together…. But alas…." "Indeed, my parents have died and I was left to care for my siblings." Gellert looked away. Albus noticed his face becoming sour. "It was honestly shocking…. To see for myself just how burdening your family were… You talked about them fondly back when we were friends after all….. But compared to how you talked about it when we lived together, it made me realize the similarities of our situation. We both saw our families as burdens, only yours were much better than mine. And we spend months together competing and honing each other's abilities as well as supporting each other….. That was when we were no longer just friends…… I always knew…. That you had different wishes with the Hallows than me…. But I always believed it didn't matter. Had it all succeeded, we could have had the world and a happy life. You could have had your family, while I could have had…. You…. And the entire world we could have created together. But alas…. Fate wished differently… And Ariana's death split us apart." Albus gave a mournful sigh at that. Indeed.... After Ariana died, Albus demanded Gellert leave him, so emotionally destroyed by her death that he neglected his friend. It was his greatest mistake. 

"I'm sorry…. I could have been better….. There could have been…. Us…. I always regretted what had happened-" "I know that much…. You said it repeatedly…. And after that, I was alone. I traveled the world for years…. Seeking knowledge and power…. Desperately trying to feel better…. But it never worked… In time, my dreams, once simply creating a coexistence between wizards and Muggles, twisted as I was lost in loneliness and darkness and accumulated magic beyond even what I have previously imagined as I discovered secrets…. I know you found a decent amount of them as well…." Albus gave a slight chuckle. Indeed, Gellert would be able to find the same secrets he did. Like him, Gellert sought advancement the best he could at the time. But.... He supposed again like him, Gellert was still so lost in his darkness to fully appreciate his adventure. He still recalled those memories fondly, but Albus remembered his detachment and constant depression hampering his ability to enjoy the knowledge he acquired.

"And then…. The First World War happened……" Albus looked away. Yes.... He knew Gellert had fought in it. Again another shame considering that Gellert would be recognized solely as the greatest Dark Lord. "It was a dark time-" Gellert gave a bitter chuckle. "That is an understatement. The darkness of both Muggles and wizards were laid bare…. And I fought for wizardkind. I killed….. And I killed….. And I slaughtered dozens upon dozens…. At first, I tried to not get innocents involved, but in time, I started caring less, even if I did still make an effort to avoid having them as collateral damage….. And by the end of the war, I was left disillusioned. I killed and I saved many more lives than I killed, but how many was wizards and how many was it Muggles? Approximately…. Just as much. It was then that I realized the necessity of change…. Muggles would always influence wizardkind…. In the end, i killed so many that i just stopped caring, because in my eyes, the more i did it, the more people would be saved. For the Greater Good..." Albus looked away sorrowfully. Yes... It was like that, wasn't it? Albus to the end sought to keep innocents away from harm, but there were a few times where he did accidentally include them. And it wasn't pretty. He regretted them, just as he regretted the lives of those he had to sacrifice.... But he supposed Gellert was right. War would make people care less about lives.... And even Albus now no longer felt much when he either killed or brutally incapacitated his enemies.... Such was the nature of war. It forces the darkest of reality into a person....

"And after the war... I started amassing followers….. There were already a decent amount from my time as a vigilante…. I conquered the Elder Wand…. Discovered the Invisibility Cloak and the Resurrection Stone….. And yet at that time, I barely felt any attachment to them. I just studied them, developed magics from them, but apart from that, I felt nothing…. I still kept the symbol of the Deathly Hallows…. But I tossed them aside… Leaving them to be found by the Potters and the Gaunts…. If only…. As a reminder that before we fell apart, you once believed in the cause….." Albus looked away.  "The cause could have been done better. I'm sorry  i couldn't show you the right way...."

Gellert just smiled sadly. "Yes…. And as such began a long period of years…. I achieved many great things…. I amassed the greatest revolutionary army, developed and introduced to the world magics beyond common spells…. And I even abolished the International Statute of Secrecy and acquired Muggle allies….. I was twisted by my goals, even though I was better than most in that I acknowledged that what I did wasn't moralistic, but I believed that it would all be better in the end…. Until finally…. You won…. You defeated me….. And the years spent alone in Nurmengard made me realize the fatal errors. Force was never the right answer. I…. Could have been outspoken rather than terrorizing…. But I didn't…… And that was why I wasn't able to achieve the world I dreamed for….." Albus finally faced Gellert, his face carrying all his anguish and grief. He knew that Gellert was dying. He wasn't using healing magic to heal himself, and though Albus was tempted to save him, he knew Gellert had welcomed his death. He had achieved redemption and died defying Voldemort, so he wanted to rest.... And how could Albus deny him that right?

"You have redeemed yourself…. Gellert.... Harry will grow to surpass us. He and i…. We'll create a better world. Your sacrifice and death won't be in vain.... I promise...." Gellert's eyes and expression softened as he gave a genuine smile.... "Ah... Young Harry…. You raised him pretty well, didn't you….. He was quite an eager, curious, and humble student. And my help admittedly has greatly increased his progress. It'll probably take him still a few more years before he can become a wizard of similar level to us, but I think my last…. Gift…. Should make him able to defeat that brat Voldemort with a little luck." Albus narrowed his eyes at that, but Gellert just laughed.

"Wouldn't want to ruin the surprise.... I pray for the best, Albus…. After all, It may be too late but I do still want to make the world a better place….. In this world filled with corruption…. I truly couldn't laugh from the bottom of my heart aside from when I was with you….." Albus gave a bittersweet smile at that. Yes... Before Gellert died, Albus needed to say this....

After hearing his words, Gellert just gave a soft smile, full with bittersweet hope but sincere encouragement. "Heh…. Yeah…. I suppose…. I'll be watching from the other side…. And you better not die until you finished working it….. I'll be seeing you in approximately…. 2 centuries….." With that, Gellert closed his eyes, never to open them again. His body dissipated into purple mist, but his spirit lingered. Albus gave Gellert one last smile as Gellert smiled back before waving his hand and departing.

"Farewell Gellert.... I will see you when my time has come." Albus closed his eyes for a moment as it began to rain. As if the world mourned the loss of a man who could have been great..... And Albus wondered.... Was all the water in his face from the rain, or was some of it tears? 

He remained still for a few minutes, until suddenly an emergancy call emerged from Xenophilius's coin. He didn't waste much time and instantly apparated to the man's house....

And saw Xenophilius in a wreck, his eyes red and his expression utterly miserable. "Xenophilius, my friend? What has happened to you?" "I-It's Luna.... Voldemort kidnapped her.... He told me that he would kill Luna if you didn't show up in Malfoy's Manor by nightfall. He also demanded all the information i had about.... The Elder Wand? He obliterated my garden when he saw nothing was of use to him... Albus.... Please.... Save her.... She's all i have-"

"I vow that i will do my best, Xenophilius." Albus said firmly as he began preparing himself for the battle. He would have to go alone, a single man can sneak into the Manor much more easily and do things from the shadows.... If it was an all-out attack, it would be too risky and could kill Luna in process. Besides, Albus had heard about Dean Thomas, Griphook, and Olivander being captured. He could rescue them too.

Before he left, though, Xenophilius asked "Your clothes are so wet.... What happened?" Albus turned around and gave a bittersweet smile. "I just saw a man who could have been great die in front of my eyes.... My greatest partner.... My best friend.... And though he may have fallen, he redeemed himself." Xenophilius looked at him in understanding. "It was.... Gellert Grindelwald, wasn't he? He.... Redeemed himself? I'm.... Sorry for your loss..... Perhaps after you rescue Luna, we can have a toast in your house to his honor."

Albus gave a solemn smile at that. "I think Gellert would have liked that very much.

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Albus Dumbledore stood at the entrance of the dreaded Malfoy Manor, his wand at the ready and all the magical artifacts he was going to use in this mission firmly placed at his extended suitcase. It kind of reminded him when he, Newt, Hicks, Theseus, Bunty, Tina, Leta, and Aurelius went to Bhutan, where he placed suitcases in special places designed to release magically enchanted items after a certain amount of time, dispatching the German Aurors while he made short work of those who tried to fight him. 

He drank the potion he had developed to neutralize Dark-Mark related barriers. It was named the Potion of Phantom Ominous, which would allow one to temporarily emit the same energy as a Death Eater can due to their Dark Marks. He developed it by reverse-engineering the Dark Mark from the Death Eaters he captured. He could have used a spell for it, but seeing as he wasn't at his full peak, Dumbledore decided against it, as it would have been draining to upkeep regularly and he rarely made use of that spell he invented.

Nevertheless, Albus mused, as he entered the gates as if it was intangible, it was quite hollow and empty, actually rather pitiable, and he reminded himself solemnly that despite everything, the Malfoys were but a shadow of their former self. After their failures, Voldemort had degraded them, and now their home was callously used as a headquarters. Hopefully, after the war was over, they would accept the chance he would give for redemption and be able to live better lives.

With the infiltration done, Albus didn't feel the need to upkeep the potion's effects and dismissed it by casting a purification spell. He quickly cast a Disilusionment Charm upon himself so strong as to be undetectable. Albus moved slowly and carefully, knowing what was at stake. He had to rescue an innocent young student of his that would be executed if he did not arrive.

Albus's first destination was the Dungeons of the Malfoy Manor. It was the most likely place where Luna would be held in. Albus snuck through the Death Eater guards with ease and entered the cellar.....

He found Mister Dean Thomas and Garrick, but there waa no Luna. Did that mean-?

"Professor Dumbledore! You got to stop them.... They've carried Luna into the Hall. Voldemort would execute her himself! But first he wants to humiliate her, to torture her..... You can't let that happen!" Albus gave a firm nod.

"Now.... All of you.... Take this coin... Go to my family's home. Tell Harry that you were rescued, and give him this mark. It's the mark of the Dumbledores. It'll prove yourselves." With that, Dumbledore turned to Griphook.

"Ah.... Lord Dumbledore...." Dumbledore flinched at the words. Lord Dumbledore was among the titles he had as the oldest of the Dumbledores.  "Any message to Master Ragnok? He's been looking for you ever since you did that at the Ministry.... Quite an uproar it was.... The Goblins were rather pleased that you were acting against Voldemort. We prefer you over almost any wizard alive, and would be looking forward to helping you in the future in the final battle. Master Ragnok wished to give you this." Griphook gave a mirror enchanted with goblin magic. "Any time you wished to summon us to your aid, call. We will listen. Although we do not usually support wizard, we look forward to the world you will bring."

"Thank you Griphook.... I promise the Goblins shall be treated better in the world i shall make." With that, Dumbledore undid the Anti-Disapparation Charms and destroyed the door of the cellar entirely..... By transmuting it, turning it into metalic liquid.

Watching coldly as the Death Eaters began to converge on him, Albus casually deflected all their spells back to them, incapacitating them instantly, by casting the Reflectus version of the Shield of the Mage. The Shield of the Mage was after all an ancient technique few learned. Albus mastered it under the guidance of a sage in Bhutan, the kingdom where many magics came into existence.

Considering everything, Albus did not have the time to play around. He turned back and watched as the prisoners disapparated. With that, Albus headed upstairs, ready to face the Malfoys and Voldemort.

"P-Professor?" Albus turned around and saw Draco Malfoy, timid and clearly afraid. Albus's cold eyes softened as he saw the children before him had no malice. His thoughts were filled with terror and pleading for help and redemption both for him and his family.

"Draco.... Have you finally began to see the light?" "You were right.... I.... I am not a Death Eater.... I never expected it to be like this.... My parents.... They're..... Please.... I beg you.... I'll do anything. Save us. We'll be your servants, we'll abandon blood purity.... So please...." Albus sighed as he cast a disillusionment charm upon the entirety of the area, a version designed to prevent anyone from seeing or interacting with them.

"In your hand, take this runes. If your heart is pure and your desire to be forgiven and redeemed is genuine, then these runes shall light." Albus said soothingly as he gently gave Draco, who was practically kneeling, the runes he had enchanted to give the dark a chance for redemption by sensing if they truly wish to repent.

Draco warily took the runes.... And the runes emitted a light, warm and comforting the distraught boy as they gave him the reassurance and encouragement he would need. "You have proven yourself.... Now.... I will need you..... To take this...." Albus gave Draco a coin.... "This will take you to the Dumbledore Army at Hogwarts.... Tell them about your change of heart..... And i can assure you they will accept.... I promise.... You will not regret your choice to seek redemption." Albus ensured as he gently patted Draco. 

"Now... I'll need to stun you.... And i'll take you upstairs, pretending to have easily defeated you.... I promise.... Your family will find redemption, and i shall help you, as any soul who wishes for redemption is worthy of." Draco shakily nodded and Albus placed his hands on his forehead as he cast a slumber spell. Draco will awaken in 30 minutes. 

With that done, Albus dragged Draco and proceeded up.....

And he found young Luna knocked to the ground, defiant despite her scars. Bellatrix was torturing her with numerous spells, clearly instructed against using the Cruciatus by Voldemort as he needed her functionable to face Albus and use her against him.

"I must say i am quite insulted that you did not place more Death Eaters in the manor Tom.... And you even allowed a young man to challenge me...." Albus said calmly as he gently levitated Draco and placed the boy near his parents, who whimpered in clear fear as they immediately checked their son.

"Ah Dumbledore...... I must say..... I did not expect you to be this soon. I suppose i shall have to defeat you first by executing the girl in front of your eyes." Voldemort said back with cold fury as he stepped forward, Albus following the gesture as he circled the hall.

"The Elder Wand.... Where is it? I know you defeated Gellert Grindelwald and you took it.... Tell me and perhaps i shall be merciful towards you and this girl." Albus just shook his head. Honestly? It was predictable that Tom would seek the Elder Wand as soon as he learned about it. Among the Deathly Hallows, it was the only thing that can attract his interest. After all, Voldemort was no Gellert, but he was still a dark wizard of enormous strength and skill. He would be able to conceal himself well-enough without any cloaks, and he could reanimate the dead, even if his skills in Necromancy would never match Gellert's, precisely because he lacked the level of understanding over the soul needed to master the arts of the magics of the soul to the fullest.

Even now, Albus still lamented the man Tom Riddle had became. He could have stood at the same level of greatness as him and Gellert, had he worked hard and spend decades patiently learning and seeking magical knowledge, but alas Tom went down a dark path and he performed rituals instead to reach his fullest potential. In a sense of irony and tragedy, rather than giving him the greatest power, those rituals instead only served to detach him from his humanity, and if there was one thing Albus had learned, humanity was what powered magic. The power Tom gained from his rituals was indeed great, allowing him to speed things up as he pushed the boundaries of magic, but his impatience and young body at the time was not able to withstand all the power his rituals gave him. And finally.... His Horcruxes.... While they did not weaken his actual raw power, they limited his ability to manipulate the soul. It was the mixture of everything Tom had did that lead to his full potential being sealed with no way to ever unlock it fully.

"Ah yes..... Unfortunately for you, Tom..... I have destroyed the Elder Wand." Albus swore he saw Tom's eyes widen noticeably, while all the others were gasping, even Bellatrix being both awed and afraid of what would come. "You lie! The Elder Wand is the most powerful wand.... It cannot be-" "Yes it can and it was destroyed. Well.... I suppose rather than breaking it, i removed it's greater powers. It's just a normal wand now.... And i have hidden the wand where you will never find it.... Tom.... Do you not realize.... The fate that awaits you? Can't you see, truly, that all your efforts to become supreme in power instead left you unable to reach the full heights you could have?"

"It doesn't matter.... I will kill you now, and then i will scour the Earth to find the Elder Wand! I shall be the greatest, the most powerful!" Albus shook his head solemnly at that, preparing for the battle that would come.

Multiple Killing Curses were launched at him as Voldemort began the duel. Albus easily apparated, evacuating Miss Lovegood to a safe distance and placing a barrier on her as he freed her restraints before engaging Voldemort. Albus deflected all the spells back at the Dark Lord, who apparated away as well to avoid it, Bellatrix and the Malfoys avoiding the curses.

Soon it became a four vs one duel as Voldemort, the Malfoys, and Bellatrix worked together to face him. Albus adopted a serious demeanor as he deflected and neutralized all the dark spells launched at him while launching counters, transforming the bolts of lightning the Malfoys fired into needles of wind, performing wandless magic to deflect Bellatrix's fierce fire spells back at her, and most importantly, keeping a watchful eye on Voldemort's attacks. He lacked the Elder Wand now, so he was using the full extent of his experience in the battlefields, defeating numerous opponents and barely overpowering the greatest dark wizard the world would ever see, and his natural still overwhelming levels of magical strength to the fullest.

And Albus found to his pleasant surprise that he was better off than expected, and he was regaining back his bearings. Wandless magic became easier to perform as he nearly overwhelmed the shields of the Malfoys with a kinetic force that cracked the ground and his counters became faster, more powerful, and intense as minutes passed. The magic was flowing through his body as his wand began to synchronize with him once again. Now how to take care the situation.... They were all formidable dark wizards, and Albus didn't want to take any chances..... He saw that the Malfoys were barely able to work with the Dark Lord, as he screamed and demanded them to help him push back against him, and though they were able to better coordinate with Bellatrix, it still was a weakness. In fact, Voldemort clearly wasn't used to working with a team, preferring to attack and defend for himself and hardly working with his followers. 

"You're weaker..... I can sense it..... You shouldn't have destroyed the Elder Wand, old man.... Now i can defeat you!" Voldemort screamed as he and the other three stepped forward, clearly believing they were at an impasse that can be broken any time they liked. Well then.... Why not show them exactly what he was still capable of?

"Alas Tom.... Even without the Elder Wand, i am still more than a match for you....." Albus said as he shifted his stance from being defensive-countering to offensive-countering. Stances were important in duels such as these, and Albus had made it an emphasis whenever he taught dueling that his students master them. Albus had reached the level where he could shift between stances with ease and switching between offense and defense and fighting unpredictably was a particular speciality of his.

With that, this time, Albus made the next move, firing bolts and daggers of sacred blood. Blood magic was after all not all dark, and sacred blood was used by blessing his blood and sending it at the target. Clearly surprised by the move, Voldemort used blood magic of his own to create a ward around him and his followers, but Albus did not stop there. He moved swift and attacked dexterously, casting spells after spells in a very random and fluid manner. And it was working, clearly. The fight was still matched, but Albus was slowly but surely gaining ground. He could tell the Malfoys were struggling to keep up with Voldemort and Bellatrix, and even Bellatrix had to strain herself in keeping the pace of coordination, as he repelled a powerful whip made of dark energy from Voldemort and cast a combination of the elements of wind and earth to send him flying.

Albus did not waste time and immediately began attacking the three. Bellatrix was just good enough to avoid the spells aimed at her, but the Malfoys weren't so lucky. The Stunning Spells hit their marks, keeping them down. Albus then turned his attention back to Voldemort, who screamed in fury and began attacking him with full force along with Bellatrix. This time, though, Albus visibly gained the upper hand as he began to drive them back.

It eventually ended when Bellatrix cast a Cruciatus Curse at him. He redirected it back at her, and as she fell to the ground in pain, Albus attacked Voldemort with golden sacred energy, manipulating it to dissipate all the dark magic spells cast at him. Sacred energy was extremely powerful form of light magic that he mastered, again, while in Bhutan, which was second only to his time with the Flamels in terms of his education. It essentially converted neutral magical energy into pure holy energy, making it very effective against all dark magics. Unless of course one were to tap into the particular energies of the soul and output it into corruptive energy, which would allow a dark wizard to match sacred energy.

But as he had expected, Tom's lack of soul meant his ability to use such magics were limited. Be it light or dark, a great wizard must be of a healthy mind and sound soul. Voldemort was powerful, but nowhere near as powerful as he would have been had he remained human. As such, while Tom was using the corrupt energies of his soul, he cannot match Albus's sacred energy.

After a while, Albus ended the struggle just as Tom took too long repelling a powerful burst of sacred energy by focusing all the sacred energy into  a loop and blasting it at Voldemort. He did not look back as Voldemort struggled to break free of the confining loop. He immediately grabbed Luna, but not before sending a subtle telepathic message to Narcissa. She would understand, he hoped, about her son and the situation her family was in.

With that, Albus teleported away, back to the safety of his home, with his student save and secure.

Albus watched as Xenophilius hugged his daughter in tears, his eyes looking at him with all the gratitude a father could muster. Albus just smiled and gave him a gentle acknowledging nod. Harry, Ron, Hermione, Dean, and Olivander were all there as well.

A few minutes later, they were holding a dinner feast, celebrating what Albus was rather happy to describe as "The joys of being alive, of a good family being saved, and of a victory secured against the darkness". And he and Harry were quite happy to cook to the best of their ability, creating the equal of two days worth of feast, enjoying this simple moment of relief and triumph and celebrating the salvation of the people they cared for.

And after the feast had ended, Albus stood up. "And as such ends this night of celebration! It is important.... To keep fighting, but also know the right moment to rest, to ensure your heart remains in the right place. These small moments, although simple, should be enjoyed and used to remind ourselves.... That despite the horrors we fought, we still remain.... Human.... That we will not stoop to the same depravity of the people who are the enemies of the world. And a few words to the Lovegoods.... Don't believe that you didn't deserve this..... You have had a rough life, but i promise it shall be better..... All the loyalty you've shown will not be forgotten. You shall be heroes in the world that will come!"

With that, the Lovegoods, Dean and Olivander left, but not before the latter asked for a private chat. "Albus.... I fear.... That-" "It's alright.... I know Voldemort is after the Elder Wand.... But he won't find it.... It's been destroyed." The wandmaker gasped at that. "But- How?" "I WAS the master of the Elder Wand.... I won it by defeating Gellert Grindelwald..... And just before my faked death, i destroyed the wand, ensuring it would never be used again. More like i removed it's greater powers....... It was achieved by using the spells of wilting and crafting it upon the Wand, ready to be activated and used anytime upon enchanting it with runes."

Olivander looked conflicted and Albus sighed as he knew what he was thinking. He wanted to study the Elder Wand, so while the news of Voldemort not able to have it was a relief, he was disappointed that it was now impossible. "Believe me Garrick.... It's better this way.... The wand is too powerful. If this will give you relief, i have wrote a series of books.... And i will describe the wandlore of the Elder Wand in it." 

Garrick gave a sober smile. "Thank you Albus.... I.... Was afraid... But it seemed you always are as omniscient and omnipotent as ever." Albus gave a slight laugh. "Not omnipotence or omniscience.... Just.... Decades of research, experience, and battles...."

And with that, all his guests have left.

Albus then summoned Harry into his personal quarters. "Father.... Gellert has passed away, hasn't he?" Albus gave a sad smile. "Yes.... He has.... But he left behind more than just the dark yet pitiable legacy of the war he caused..... He left behind a revolutionary in the form of you. You have nearly single-handedly redeemed the two greatest yet suffering man in the world..... Harry...... I cannot be more proud of you than i was as of now... You trusted Gellert despite everything, and despite all the demons you were faced with, you remain pure of heart..... You truly are the greatest of the Potters, the Evans, and the Dumbledores."

Harry gave a slight soft smile. "Thank you father..... And Gellert-" "Before you mention the surprise, i think it's time you learn more.... This will be the last great secret i have kept.... Which you will learn.... I assume you remember that i and Gellert had a particular interest in 3 great magical objects?" Harry simply nodded. "A great memory..... Excellent.... Even small details.... Now.... Those 3 great objects are called..... The Deathly Hallows." Albus drew with his hand the symbol of the Hallows. "The Deathstick is the Elder Wand, the most powerful wand in existence, the Invisibility Cloak is the Ultimate Protector, the most powerful, impenetrable, eternal Cloak of Invisibility, and the Resurrection Stone is the Force of Life and Death, capable to summon the dead in a way better than a ghost and also manipulate life and death in other ways..... It is rumored... That the master of all three Hallows will be the Master of Death.... At that time, i suppose you can imagine what and why we sought them?" 

"The Stone would be used to resurrect Grandfather and Grandmother, the Cloak would hide Aunt Ariana, and the Wand... It would have been used for battle.... As well as research." "Indeed.... But as you know, fate intervened..... And i abandoned such delusions. Gellert did found them, but if there was something he had realized during the journey he went after we separated, it was that aside from the great powers, the items didn't grant invincibility and immortality like we once believed. So he used the Cloak to develop revolutionary enchanted items that can grant a limited degree of protection and concealment impossible to lift with mere spells or sensed by simple magical sense, with few having the skill to counter such an ingenious device, while the Stone was used to perfect his Necromancy and give him a better ability to wield the power of the soul. The Elder Wand was used not only for his benefit, giving him slightly augmented strength, but also for research, which was what lead to him mastering Wandlore as he developed the ability to alter the components of normal wands into something deadlier and remove the usual weaknesses and difficulties certain wands had with certain magics, given to his loyal followers. Afterwards, he discarded the Stone and the Cloak in his realization.... That a Master of Death accepts that he must die and dedicates his life into making the life that will inevitably end a great life so then death can be embraced as a friend."

"I assume you know..... But the Cloak i mentioned is in fact yours..... And the wand i used.... Was the Elder Wand. But the Elder Wand has been destroyed. It will never be used again, i assure you. This is the last secret that i have, the temptation of seemingly unlimited power that i nearly fell for and ended up dooming my family in my obsession." Albus finished with a heavy sigh. There, he had finally told Harry all that he had hidden from him. He actually wondered why he wasn't honest with Harry when he showed his past with Gellert entirely. But then he realized why. At that time, there was still a small part of Harry that wanted to end the war as quickly as possible, that was more idealistic than realistic, and Albus feared his idealism would have been twisted. 

But now, Albus saw with pride, Harry's eyes contained nothing but pure understanding. He understood the temptation, but he wouldn't take it. "I understand, Father.... The key is to know, but not seek..... Such powers shouldn't be wielded by anyone. The Wand has been destroyed, but what about the others?" "The Cloak shall remain yours..... And the Stone....." Albus mused as he remembered how Aberforth had sent an image of him burying the Stone and then having a Centaur step on it before finishing the touch by magically entombing it very, very deeply, creating a small but bottomless hole that was quickly sealed with magic, the Stone having previously been warded to prevent it from using it's powers as long as it was hidden in the earth, with no locator spells being able to find it due to his brother's skillful enchantment also placing cloaking spells. "Let's just say.... Like any stone, it was returned to the Earth." Albus finished dramatically as he and Harry laughed.

"Father.... Before Gellert died, his spirit appeared and he told me even in the afterlife, he'll be able to train me, because while his body may have died, he can remain in the Limbo and he'll dreamwalk from there to finish my training. He also wanted me to pass on to you that he'll be waiting until you die and he has all the time in the world, so you better not hurry up and instead take your time to make it more enjoyable for him." Albus let out a solemn but genuine laugh at that.

"Well.... I suppose that will be nice..... And when i finally die, i expect to be greeted with a toast..... Tell him that." Harry just laughed, so did Albus, but then Harry turned serious. "I won't let you down.... I promise..... I, Harry James Potter Dumbledore, will do my best to live up to all the aspirations and hope of the people...." Albus shed a single tear of joy as he yet again wondered exactly when did he became deserving of the young yet extraordinary child before him. 

"And i, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, swear that i shall do my best in making sure my son, Harry James Potter Dumbledore, become what this world needs." Albus said as he hugged Harry. 

Yes.... There would always be the bittersweet fact that he failed Gellert and had let many people die....

But he supposed his ending would be happier than he initially expected.....

All thanks to Harry James Potter Dumbledore....

His son.... His greatest success..... Proof that despite everything, he had managed to leave behind a great legacy and could die with his name and his family's redeemed.

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Albus Dumbledore placed the Horcrux Ring and the Horcrux Locket into the Arithmetical sigil he had drawn. He was going to use the destroyed Horcruxes to gain insight on any remaining Horcruxes. He knew that there were at best only two, but he needed to be sure. Ah... Yet again, Albus found himself appreciating the fact Arithmancy was among the most favorite and dedicated field of his and that he had worked a bit of Divination into his spellwork. Arithmancy, in his opinion, is the equivalent of not just muggle mathematics but also scientific studies, as it essentially analyzes magic and breaks it down into numerous information and details. Meanwhile, while Albus was no Seer, he was capable of employing the Farsight and Eye of Nature. He was no lover of Divination, but he did appreciate the more simplistic and practical aspects of all magical arts. After all, Albus had came to believe that magic is ultimately magic, regardless of the name given to specific branches. Even Dark Arts. After all, wasn't Hexes and Jinxes regular? Wasn't curses used for protection? In his long life, Albus had learned to be versatile, fluid, and unpredictable. It was his patience, dedication, and understanding that allowed him to become what he was considered as the Next Merlin. Power wasn't everything, as Voldemort and Harry had proven. Mastery is as equally important as raw strength.

Abi, nefas! Priusquam autem pereas, praecipio tibi ostendere quot sint generis tui, et quae nunc sint figurae! Albus recited the enchantment and watched as dark shadows emerged from both. Dark Magic always left behind traces, and Albus could sense that with his incredibly honed and sharpened senses, primarily in magic but also physical senses, which he acquired from great amounts of training and experience. Before Albus destroyed the Horcruxes, he had enchanted so remnants of the dark energy would remain so he could cast this spell, named the Dark Traceable Point Spell, to locate the remaining Horcruxes. Through the course of years, Albus had mastered thousands of ways to combat the Dark Arts, including even using part of it's maleficent nature against it. Leaving aside his preference for Charms, Transfigurations, and Arithmancy, Defense Against the Dark Arts was the subject he excelled at the most, and with that expertise came knowledge and skill even in the darkest of arts, albeit applied for the specific purpose of huntinf down it's kin, though he COULD use the same dark magics Gellert could, but Albus knew he would never do that. He had seen just how much that kind of power twisted the man who was his equal and formerly his best friend. He had mastered countless forms of magic, but if there was anything Albus had learned, it was that power was best used only when necessary. Sadly, it seemed these years, his knowledge had to be used in a variety of ways. It paled compared to when he warred with Gellert, as Gellert's inventions meant Albus spent much of the time he wasn't using in teaching and fighting figuring out the magics Gellert used and neutralize them, but again, Voldemort was a true Dark Lord, even if Gellert remained unmatched, so his magics were nothing to be scoffed at.

While Albus had little hesitation in admitting the extraordinary destructive power that he wielded, a power that can annihilate entire towns, and he would use it if necessary, Albus never believed for a second that magic was meant to be used to dominate. No, magic must be used to protect those who cannot defend themselves and restore damages as well as sustain and help in life, such as Muggles and in case for veteran wizards and witches, they have the responsibility to use their power to help the next generation. Even back when he was an arrogant boy, Albus always sought to help others. It was, as Albus would come to solemnly admit, the belief he held, that he was exceptional, but he must use his abilities to help others. Even in his darkest days, he still believed, even if misguided, that he must help the people. And while Albus was easily the greatest warrior the wizarding world had ever seen, he valued not his unparalleled abilities in the field of battle, but prided himself especially in his capability to help others, even if he recognized the necessity of using martial magic whenever necessary, be it by healing, casting what was simple enchantments for someone like him to anyone who needed them, providing his knowledge into young learners of magic, using and advancing Alchemy for others, and developing potions used by many people. He was capable of creating many powerful and devastating magical weapons like Gellert could, but again, Albus valued above all the preservation of natural order and revolution achieved at a slow and natural pace.

Shaking his thoughts away, with a tinge of soberness as he contemplated just how self-reflecting he had become after Gellert had redeemed himself and Harry was ready to be all that he had hoped, Albus watched as the shadows twisted itself, revealing images of Nagini.... And the Lost Diadem of Ravenclaw. Albus's eyes narrowed slightly as he realized Tom had successfully discovered the lost artifact of the Founders, but he didn't spare it much thought. Albus conjured a flask and forcibly placed the shadowy liquid into the flask. He muttered incantations to activate the second stage of the spell, that would show him visions of their location. He knew Nagini was with Tom, but Albus needed to know where the Diadem was. With that, the flask shattered and the shadows surrounded him..... Albus closed his eyes as he relied on his magical sight and focused his willpower into taming the spell, preventing it from harming him.... But just as he received a vision of the Diadem in the Room of Requirement, Albus felt an enormous burst of dark magical power explode in rage and anger.

Shocked enough, Albus barely managed to keep the spell from attacking him, as the souls of the damned he was using, the same souls Voldemort damned in creating the Horcruxes, attacked him. Gritting his teeth as his body shook, Albus gathered himself and used the remains to trace the source of the power. He knew it was Tom. He still remembered the day when Gellert acquired the Elder Wand, where he unleashed vast amounts of power that could be felt by anyone skilled in Aurology that night throughout the entire world, and clouded the entire Germany in purple sky. Tom wasn't as strong as Gellert was, and he never would be now that he had fallen this far, but he was still the holder of the rank of second among dark wizards in history, and Albus knew for sure that while Gellert's aura was more overwhelming, it wasn't as twisted as Tom's. While Albus was never intimidated by either, due to his own extraordinary magical strength and aura, using the spell left him more susceptible to it than he had expected, especially with the loss of the Elder Wand.

What he saw was easily the most brutal display he had ever seen from Tom. The twisted shell of a man had learned from his men that were sent to check Bellatrix's vault that the Cup had been destroyed and had slaughtered all the guards in his rage. But then Albus realized he also sensed the spell Albus had cast in identifying the Horcruxes and became even more furious, shattering numerous objects of the Manor and cracking it's foundations until he calmed his rage and sought to secure his keys to immortality. Albus abruptly withdraw his spell in haste before Tom could sense him. He had to admit it was highly disturbing. It would seem that he had touched a part of Tom that he had never even believed himself to possess. Now, Albus sensed, Voldemort was possessed by fear, by anger, and yet rather than being less dangerous, he actually seemed more formidable.

Nevertheless, Albus knew what Voldemort would do next. So.... The time had come..... He must return to Hogwarts. He must destroy the Horcrux before Voldemort could reach it.... But Albus knew that Tom would attack Hogwarts. Did that mean that he would have to endanger younglings, still having so much to look forward to? Albus's heart clenched at the mere thought, before he hardened himself. He would not allow students to be needlessly endangered. He would evacuate them. 

Albus proceeded down the halls of the training arena he had given Harry, Ronald, and Hermione in haste. They had clearly just been practicing regular skills rather than sparring, and were shocked when he arrived. But then he felt Harry's magic probing him, and Albus was thankful that Gellert had been teaching Harry Legilimency as well. He let down his mental shields so Harry could process the information he had. After a few moments, Harry's eyes widened and his face became alarmed. "How did he find out!? That we're hunting Horcruxes!? And the next Horcrux was Rowena Ravenclaw's Lost Diadem? You told me it was lost!" Albus gave a weary sigh as he nodded, watching as Ronald and Hermione pale at the words. "We're assembling an emergency meeting. I'm calling every single ally we have. Voldemort intends to both crush Hogwarts's rebellion and rebuilt it in his image and also stage Hogwarts as the final battle of the war. We must prepare. We have little time. Come to the Hall of Assemblance... Quickly!" 

A few minutes later, Albus sat with Harry by his right side and Ronald and Hermione accompanying Harry, standing by his sides, as they addressed the fighters of the Order. "As you all are aware from the context of the emergency message that i've sent.... This is the final battle..... I am grateful for all the help you've given, all the faith you've shown me, and most of all, your staunchness even in the face of loss. I can't express in words my sincerest and deepest gratitudes.... So now i will ask you to stand by me for just this one last battle..... I promise you that i will do everything in my power to make all the sacrifices, all the sweat, and all the blood shed worth it. Do i have your full support?" Albus said as he gave a bow at all the holograms of the Order. After so many years, this for Albus was as easy as breathing in practice. Throughout the course of years, he started out as an inspiring model, Prefect and Head Boy said to be the best, and then he became the representative of all the young people in the Wizengamot, mastering how to properly formulate speeches and develop long-term successful plans as well as be patient and charismatic, even manipulating adults into agreeing with him. Perhaps Albus had the skill of a leader, but nothing could beat the heart in terms of worthiness, as Albus discovered harshly after how his efforts to lead the entire world with Gellert lead to disaster. Yet even though his losses would never be fully compensated by all that he gained, he at least did learn all that it meant to be a true leader and inspiring figure, from none other but the Flamels as well as other esteemed leaders like Ragnok and others. He had started out with well intentions, but he relied more at pragmatism rather than the heart at his early stages. Now, though, Albus had mastered mixing both into his style when dealing with leadership and diplomacy. And the best among those skills, aside from his genius complimenting his mastery of strategies and tactics, was motivating speeches.

And Albus watched with a grateful but sad smile as all his followers agreed to help. He watched as Ragnok nodded curtly, but Albus knew his former mentor was proud of him, with the smallest smile in his face. He smiled back. "So here's the plan..... We don't have much time, and we must secure Hogwarts first, so we'll divide into multiple groups. Hagrid and Madam Maxime will go and get the giant allies..... I've already prepared the means with which the giants can arrive at Hogwarts. Lupin and Sirius will recruit the Werewolf allies using again the portables i've given you. Alastor, Alice, Frank, Percy, and Amos, you will lead our allies in the Ministry to push out Voldemort's influence, as per the plans we've discussed. Minerva and Severus will deal with the Carrows and anything else Voldemort had placed in Hogwarts. Meanwhile, the Weasleys, i, Harry, Ronald and Hermione will go to Hogwarts and begin evacuations. Any questions? Any objections, people?" There was none. And so Albus ended the meeting and immediately packed all that would be useful during the coming battle, ranging from potions, weapons, and everything that would be needed.

After finishing, Albus walked to the gate he had placed between the Manor and the Hog's Head, but before that, he turned to Ronald and Hermione. "I must confess that despite your age, you truly are valiant and brave Gryffindors. You are every bit of a fighter for justice as the members of the Order are. I am grateful for all the support and loyalty you've shown, and also..... Everything you've done for my son." Ronald and Hermione just gave a slight smile. "Being praised by someone like you is a great honor, Master Dumbledore, and your cause is indeed just. And what can we say? After all.... We ARE Gryffindors. I may have nearly been sorted into Ravenclaw, but ultimately, the heart is what matters the most.... And i may be a Muggleborn, but you taught me how to stand firm despite my upbringing..... I'm proud to be the student of Albus Dumbledore." "Yeah..... And you've saved my family, including me, more times than i can remember hearing and seeing.... Truly.... Master Dumbledore..... It's been an honor to serve and learn under you. You raised me up from the bottom into the man i'm now. Harry did it as well, but he learned from the best.... You. I am grateful for everything...." Albus gave a smile full of joy. Yes.... He truly had did his best to help them, did he? And as he watched Harry, Ronald and Hermione talk excitedly, his heart felt warm as he realized that he had actually succeeded. Yes he failed..... But in the end..... Just as Love lead to the beginnings of his attempts for redemption, now love that lead to him raising Harry James Potter as a son was what had ultimately completed his redemption. And he even acquired two such fine and brave individuals that would further help make the world a better place....

When they reached his brother's pub, Aberforth was ready to let them inside the Room of Requirement. But before that, he saw Ariana's Portrait had been upgraded, and his parents painting was also there. As Ronald and Hermione walked inside first, Albus watched as the portraits began to kindly greet Harry, wishing to welcome him into the family themselves, with a proud smile. Apparently, before burying the Resurrection Stone, his brother had indeed enchanted the souls so they would communicate from the beyond through the portraits. 

As Harry finished and turned to Albus, Albus didn't hesitate as he hugged his son. It was the first time he had ever taken the initiative, but now Albus no longer hesitated. "You've made me proud.... Harry..... And after this, we shall have many more moments to enjoy..... As Master and Apprentice..... And as Father and Son." Harry had given him such a bright smile that Albus, despite knowing the stakes of the battle that laid ahead, couldn't help but smile himself.

And so..... The final steps have been taken. After seeing this through.... Albus Dumbledore and Harry Dumbledore would rise as champions of the new wizarding world's order.

An Hour Later.....

Albus could not help but find himself in peace around the halls of Hogwarts, even as he and Harry walked into the Room of Requirement. Ah.... Hogwarts. Even after he had rebuilt the Dumbledore Manor and in the future where he would establish his University, Hogwarts would always feel like home to him. He had spent abruptly 7 years here as a student, and more than 70 years as a teacher and Headmaster. "Enjoying the view of Hogwarts, eh, Professor? After this, the university will be made.... I'm way more than a seventh-year student.... Still, it's a shame i never finished my education where it started. Hogwarts always felt like a home." Albus gave a solemn laugh at that. "Indeed..... And i understand the feeling. You have the Dumbledore Family Manor and Privet Drive.... Just like i too had a real home, but even so.... Spending years in this school... Makes us feel like this is a secondary home. I had many memories here and this school was what started my life as a great wizard." Albus mused. It was true. After all, wasn't it when he was a Hogwarts student that he met Flamel the first time when the French Alchemist was invited into Hogwarts? Wasn't the school where he learned everything he needed to survive when he went out to the world? And finally.... Wasn't this school what solidified his life and dream as a teacher and lead him to develop his plans for the future? He may have had some negative aspects drawn from here, which was due to his growing pride and arrogance rather than anything else, but ultimately this school and his memories in here, he cherished with all his heart.

Albus glanced at a window and watched as the defenses prepared by Minerva and Severus withstood attacks from Voldemort's forces. He didn't believe they would last forever, but at least they would hold enough for him to destroy the Horcrux. He had just finished the brief strategy meeting that he had held with the teachers. Meanwhile, Hagrid and Remus reported their allies would arrive within a matter of minutes. Albus had placed warpgates that they can use to enter Hogwarts. When they arrived at the Room of Requirement, Albus simply thought of the Room of Hidden Things and watched as the gates opened.

Upon entering, Albus placed his wand on the ground and took a deep breath. Anima Tenebraeum.... Revela Te Ipsum! Shadowy trails lead him to a nearby collection of lost items. It didn't take long before he found the Horcrux, high in the top, and Albus levitated and grabbed the Diadem of Ravenclaw. Setting it down, Albus sensed someone there. Apparently, so did Harry, and they saw as Draco Malfoy timidly approach them. "Professor? I.... I think i need your help. I want to join this battle.... I can't stand it anymore.... I really want to repent.... Please.... Trust me." Draco pleaded as Albus's eyes softened. Even Harry's eyes had nothing but pity. Draco looked as if he was nervous, but there was a determination to see this through. Albus knew he was wise to give the boy a second chance.

But then. "Ah! So you've betrayed the Dark Lord! All this time, we thought you've been putting those rebels in their place, but i suggest this means that's why they seemed more and more determined! Well.... Your father never had much influence now these days anway! So we can kill you and the Dark Lord won't care!" Albus watched grimly as Crabbe and Goyle entered the field. "Please.... It's not too late to start over. We can still change....." Albus nodded with a slight smile seeing Draco plead for his friends to accept his change of heart. "Mister Malfoy is indeed correct.... While you and your parents have committed many sinister acts, if you wish to repent, i shall give you the chance you need, and you'll be able to atone." 

"As if we'll ever follow you! Avada Kedavra!" Albus sighed as he nonchalantly deflected the Killing Curses, but made sure to emphasize his point by aiming at the wall, burning it. Still, they kept attacking, but Albus simply and wandlessly shielded himself from their spells, his counter-spells and shield charms easily defending himself. After a while, Albus grounded them with a single nonverbal Banishing Charm. But then they stood up, and made the decision that sealed their fates.....

They both collectively channeled Fiendfyre, and Albus had to admit he underestimated their abilities and the skills of the Carrows. They were easily dispatched by Minerva and Severus, but the fact they were capable of using Fiendfyre was impressive. The combined Fiendfyre quickly surrounded much of the room, and the two young students before him were swiftly engulfed as Albus watched in shock at the sight. But Harry abruptly jumping into the fray and casting a powerful Shield Charm to push the fire back before then casting spells at the Fiendfyre woke Albus out of his stupor. A part of him felt as if he had truly become a new man, able to be shaken by death, though he supposed it had more with the fact they were still students who could have found redemption rather than the fact they died. It never ceased to make him feel shaken, the idea that students would be warriors. 

But they had made their choice. Albus relied on his exceedingly fast thinking speed as he processed the situation and discarded his feelings for later. He threw the Locket at the cursed fire, surprising Harry and Draco. Fiendfyre was among the few that could destroy Horcruxes, and Albus could use another tracing spell. As he swiftly gathered the shadows of the dying soul shard, Albus turned his attention to the Fiendfyre at last. Extremum Finitum!

Massive amounts of positive energy, the core of neutralizing and reversal spells, unleashed itself upon the cursed fire, managing to contain and purify it. He had to admit, though, Harry had clearly grew extremely powerful. To be able to weaken the cursed fire for it to be short.... He noticed Harry had used the spells normally used to deflect and weaken Fiendfyre, spells Albus himself had taught him. He suppressed a desire to snort. Naturally, Gellert had taught Harry to use Fiendfyre rather than defend against it, as Harry used against him in a dueling session. 

Albus wasted little time as he cast the tracking spell to locate Nagini, the last of Voldemort's Horcruxes. He found her.... At the Forbidden Forest. "Get back to your parents, Draco. Help them redeem themselves..... Harry, you and i.... Will head to take care of a giant snake." Albus said grimly. Harry immediately nodded. Naturally, they knew it was Nagini, the last Horcrux. 

When they reached the outside of the Room, Albus watched in shock at just how far the battle had began. Death Eaters, students, and adults were fighting each other mercilessly. At the very least, Albus's side was more than holding their own. Albus and Harry launched spells at the enemies, which gratuitously helped them dispatch the Death Eaters, even as they ran into the outsides of Hogwarts, seeking to end it all in a single fell swoop. 

They had just reached the Great Hall when they saw Severus, Molly, Remus, Tonks, Alicia, Frank, and Minerva locked in combat with Bellatrix, Dolohov, Rowle, Lucius, Narcissa, and 5 more Death Eaters. They were winning, steadily, as four Death Eaters were taken down, leaving just 6. But Albus didn't see the point of keeping the fight any longer than it should. He launched a spell at Rowle, catching him by surprise and slamming him to the ground with magical binds. Harry didn't waste any time and cast the Multi Stunning Spell, knocking out Lucius and Narcissa but not killing them as per the promise with Draco. Bellatrix and Dolohov roared as they cast Killing Curses left and right. Albus was able to deflect them aside, but a Killing Curse nearly reached Harry, causing Albus to deflect the curse straight at Dolohov, killing him instantly. But the next thing he saw.... Was Severus shielding Remus and Molly from Bellatrix's fatal curses. He laid at the ground with numerous severe cuts, and Bellatrix was instantly murdered by the others as their spells collectively hit her at once, reducing her to ash as fire, wind, and lightning hit her body. 

"Severus!-" "It's too late. Don't bother. You got other things to attend to, right? Don't waste your time healing me. I know you could, but this is the exact way i imagined myself finishing my story...." Albus let a mournful sigh. Naturally, Severus had always stated he wished to rest in peace and die forgiven for all that he had did. At first, it had just been Lily, but now.... Albus saw as Remus, Minerva, and Molly all look sad at his impending demise. 

"Why so tense, Lupin? As far as i remember.... You nearly killed me.... Now i'm kicking the bucket..... I do hope you don't join me in the afterlife too soon. Take care of your kid..... And Nymphdora.... Please do try not to prank annoying people with your husband's werewolf form." Severus said with a coughing laugh. "Severus.... Despite everything.... Thank you..... Would you like-" "Spare me your grievances. I never forgave you for all that happened, neither did i forgive the Marauders..... Just.... Live and stay away from the afterlife as long as possible." Remus and Nymphdora shook their head in sad amusement.

"Seeing as i'm dying, Potter..... Are you going to have your last words now?" "I don't hate you, you know.... Even when you were bad to me, i always saw you as a guy who had been through a lot..... And after seeing everything, even though you may have played a hand in what happened to James and Lily.... My birth parents.... I forgive you.... Severus Snape.... And i promise.... You will be remembered. Not just by me, but by all the world, especially those you saved." Harry finished somberly as he looked at Minerva, Remus, Nymphdora, Molly, Alicia, Frank, and Albus himself and found nothing but approval.

"Heh.... See you around then.... And.... If there was a favor i want, bury me alongside Lily. Let me rest at the same place where she died." "Professor!" Draco yelled as he entered the fray. He hesitated, before saying "Thank you for all you did for my family.... You were always like an uncle to me." Severus laughed sadly. "Well.... I suppose this was a step up from the death i had expected. I had expected to die in a quiet day.... Yet i die saving the asses of those who scorned at me and getting to admit my desires..... And.... Albus... Thank you... For the second chance you gave me." With that, Severus's body went limb as Albus let out a mournful sigh. He watched as Fawkes entered the battlefield, having been directed by him, and sang a comforting song.

Turning away, Albus looked at Harry, similarly mournful, and nodded grimly at him. They would have plenty of time to mourn Severus and all those who died. 

Now.... They must finish the battle....

And make sure all the sacrifices were not in vain.

Chapter Text

Albus Dumbledore marched through the battlefield along with his son as they raced to the Forbidden Forest, where they would finally end Voldemort. Albus observed grimly as the battle kept going. It was clear to him that his forces had the upper hand. Voldemort's Giants and Werewolves were outnumbered by Albus's and due to his foresight, Albus was able to have a special team ready to face the Dementors and offer aerial support from above the towers. And he also anticipated attempts to end it, so the towers windows had been bewitched before by Albus himself so a defender of Hogwarts can cast spells freely, but any spell cast at the windows of the towers will be reflected back, ensuring both safety and efficiency. And Albus also saw with pride as the House Elves charged, not because of fanatical loyalty to Hogwarts, but because it was their sincere wish. He had given Harry a bit of a challenge by having him tell the Elves that they shouldn't fight, but if they wished, then they could and would. And Albus also witnessed that the Goblins were playing savage, using their special-made swords and cannons to help both kill groups of death eaters and topple giants. Ragnok was at the center, both giving orders and fighting himself. Ah.... This brought back memories to when Ragnok earned the title of Ragnok the Fabulous, where he fought against Grindelwald at Albus's behest and lead a group of Goblins in decimating a small army of opposing Goblins. Both his skill in magically enhanced weapons and leadership marked him as among the finest in Goblins history.

Although focused on getting to the Forest, Albus and Harry cast spells here and there whenever they could, and Albus was yet again impressed and proud to see just how far Harry had advanced, both as a person and as a wizard. Even while hurrying, he was both making quick analysis and breakdown of the situations his friends were faced with and giving accurate suggestions, such as blowing off certain parts to be more effective, and he accurately aimed his spells despite moving at such vast speeds. His Shield Charms were swifter than he had seen before. He had not had the time to train Harry again, but it seemed that Gellert had anticipated it and trained Harry twice as hard to make up for it. And it was clear that Harry had learned much, considering how he had finally mastered truly the ability to create runes with his own power, launching several runic spells Albus had considered teaching him before, and able to perform healing with ease and mend some of his friends injuries, along with reinforcing himself to take spells and quickly recovering himself. Yes... Although their march was delayed a few minutes, Albus did not blame Harry. In fact, he was proud to see just how much involved Harry was and how much stronger and more skilled he had became. His control over his magical energy had improved to where it was almost as if it had been years since Harry began his education, no doubt helped by Gellert's strict and brutal training, but nevertheless, Albus knew it was also due to Harry's dedication and genuine talent, as he cast spell upon spell without any wasted energy, even limiting the amount of power needed for each spell. Although it wasn't nearly at his level yet, who could apply even the most powerful magic with little drain, it was nevertheless highly impressive. Yes... At his rate, it would take only a few years if Gellert continued to train him alongside Albus for Harry to truly exceed him.

But that was what would happen in the future. There is still the matter of the present battle against the darkness that is Lord Voldemort. Although he was no true master of the darkness, that title belonging only to Gellert, what makes one a force of darkness is not just mastery, but also the evilness. In that, Voldemort was unmatched, even if Gellert exceeded Tom's mastery of the dark by margins. And they would also have to end the Horcrux that was Nagini.... Nagini.... Yes.... Albus didn't know her for too long, but he nevertheless felt empathy for the creature she became. The moment Credence abandoned her, she didn't last long enough for Credence to return to the light. In her despair, her blood curse overwhelmed her within a matter of 3 years. Albus had thought about incapacitating her, but decided against it. She had suffered enough because of the Dumbledores. He couldn't possibly deny her freedom and condemn her to a life of imprisonment. The last time he heard of her, it was after Credence had died, unleashing a massive explosion to take down much of Gellert's army, and she was known to attack Grindelwald's soldiers mercilessly and brutally in her snake form. He didn't pursue her. She had been through enough hardships. It twisted Albus's heart to see what was once a traumatized but still kind and gentle little girl go so dark, and he hoped in the afterlife, she would find peace.

"Father..... What's the plan?" Harry said calmly as they had left the battlefield and now stood at the Forbidden Forest. "I can sense him.... He's nearby..... Raging about the battle being a losing cause." Albus let out a grim smile at that. "Indeed.... Today..... His reign of terror will end." "Can i take on Voldemort myself?" Albus turned to Harry in surprise. Harry gave a smile that reminded him surprisingly of Gellert's old smile. "You're gonna enjoy it. The last surprise Gellert left behind.... I'm going to use it now." Albus let out a sigh, but he couldn't help a smile. Harry had truly grown up into a fine man indeed. "Harry James Potter Brian Dumbledore.... You have made this old man proud in ways he had to work hard to deserve..... And so shall be it that you have made your born father proud. Know that you have truly become a great man.... After this..... May we together remake this world.... In the name of peace..... And for the Greater Good that is right." Harry just smiled at him.

When they finally reached Tom, he was clearly in a horrified panic, attempting to create more Inferius. He actually had to shake his head when he saw what kind of protection was surrounding Nagini.... Just a magical cage. He could break it easily enough, but nevertheless Albus held the Sword of Gryffindor firmly in his hand as he loudly declared. "TOM MARVOLO RIDDLE! It's over...." Tom turned at him in a rage. It seemed he was finally reaching the end of his rope. Harry walked forward confidently. "Hey Tom! It's about time we finish this." Tom sneered at him. "Potter.... You really think you can best me in battle!? Without Dumbledore!?" "YES! I can..... By the way.... Gellert Grindelwald says his regards! He's waiting to drag you into your fate." With that, Harry activated a sigil that made Albus's eyes widen.

It was a blood sigil Gellert developed, designed to enchant his followers. Mixing numerous ingredients and his blood, the immense power Gellert had was able to be lent in fractions to his most devoted followers. It was among the most troublesome inventions Gellert made, given that his greatest followers were already quite strong, and that fraction of Gellert's strength made them capable of decimating 10 men with a single spell and even challenging some of the veterans of the First War. But.... It wouldn't be enough - But again Albus had underestimated Gellert, because when the sigil was activated, it activated Harry's Power of Love. Ingenious.... It was the same spell Gellert had used on Credence. A variant where rather than just amplifying their strength, it also gave them parts of Gellert's knowledge and could awaken the innate power inside them. Yes.... It seemed Albus did not have to worry about Voldemort after all...... He gave Harry a small smile. "You can do it, Harry..... I believe in you..... My son.... The greatest pride and joy in my long life..... Now...... FIGHT!" And as Harry returned that roar, they both charged. 

While Harry fought Voldemort, mixing all the knowledge he had acquired from Albus and Gellert, Albus faced down the Inferius attacking him. The Sword of Gryffindor cut through and banished the enchantments placed upon the abominations with ease, while his wand cast spells of purification and fire. Meanwhile, he was also keeping an eye at the progress between Harry and Voldemort's duel. The fight seemed fairly matched, Harry using Voldemort's rage against him, but Albus would not risk his son's life in what was a maybe. After all, Voldemort was still a terrifying wizard. 

He finished it up within 5 minutes, and glancing at Harry, ensuring he was still successfully battling Voldemort, Albus broke the cage protecting Nagini.... And watched as Nagini was surrounded by snakes of all kinds as she charged at him. Naturally, Voldemort was not about to risk her, the last Horcrux, with just a cage. No matter..... Albus fired spells at the snakes, taking them down within a matter of seconds. He avoided Nagini's fierce bites, the swipes of her tail...... And with a decisive combination, stunned her with a powerful Blasting Curse that sent her flying several feet back and then impaled the snake with the Sword of Gryffindor. The last Horcrux was destroyed. Voldemort was now truly mortal.... But he needed to do a single last thing. 

Ignoring Voldemort's screams of rage, Albus cast the spell that would save the soul of Nagini. Da misero huic salutem, animae corruptae, quae viam perdidit!  Albus watched as the spell took effect, cleansing Nagini's twisted soul and allowing her to ascend to the Afterlife. He smiled sadly at that. Nagini.... She was Credence's lover, she could have mothered the next generation of Dumbledores..... Alas, fate had different plans. After Credence's valiant sacrifice, in her grief, Nagini succumbed to her blood curse. It was the least he could do for her. Farewell..... Nagini..... May you and Credence be united in death..... You are forgiven. Albus mentally prayed. 

As he turned around to help Harry, Albus watched as Harry placed what Albus quickly recognized as traps of light, a spell that Albus had developed himself and had taught him a few days before the final battle that was happening now. As Voldemort attacked him fiercely and in his rage, Harry lured Voldemort in. It wasn't easy, as it was clear despite the amplifications, Harry was still a bit short of Voldemort's equal, but he held his own very well, even damaging the Dark Lord quite badly...... And when Voldemort had expended enough of his energy and attempted a last spell, Harry immediately activated the traps. 

Ropes made of the purest of lights bounded Voldemort and brought him to his knees. He screamed in anger and attempted to apparate, but it was useless. The spell was designed to capture anything and anyone. Any and all magics were useless once the ropes had bound any wizard. "This is the end.... Master Gellert!" Albus stood confused.... Until a portal unlike any other, rainbow in color, activated, from which came Gellert. Albus faintly recognized the inners of the portal as being like King's Cross, but it quickly closed itself. With a grim look, Gellert ripped Voldemort's soul from his body, finishing him for real as Gellert impaled Voldemort with his incorporeal hands and extracted what remained of his soul. With a casual clench of his fist, Voldemort's soul, black entirely, was crushed. A wave of Gellert's hand and his lifeless body vanished into dust. 

Albus exhaled a deep breath as he realized the battle was finally over. He felt pity for Riddle, but knew that he was finally defeated. A soul that was so poorly mangled would not be accepted into the Afterlife, condemning him to eternal suffering, but if it was destroyed entirely, then it would be allowed to reincarnate for a better life. Albus prayed that Riddle would be happier in his new life. 

He watched as Gellert bowed before Harry. "I had been watching, and it was a pretty good skill! Well played, Harry James Potter Brian Dumbledore. Well Done..... Now..... I think..... I've left behind.... A Grimoire for you....." With that, Gellert passed a telepathic address and Harry simply nodded. "Stay strong, remain firm in conviction and heart, and you will be the next greatest wizard in the world." Harry bowed back. "Thank you Master Gellert..... I promise i shall live up to your expectations, that your sacrifice and your redemption will be known." Gellert just gave a sad smile at those words. He turned to Albus next. 

"Well Albus.... I think it's about time you become the best leader your son here could look up to! Remember.... I'm expecting a lot of shows from you.... Don't let me down!" Albus just smiled. "I won't.... See you in 2 centuries Gellert." Gellert smiled back..... And with that he was gone. 

"We won't let him down, Father...." Albus just smiled at Harry. "I knew we won't.... Now.... Let's declare victory, shall we?" 

With Voldemort gone, it was within just 10 minutes that the battle ended. None of the Death Eaters escaped the castle as Dumbledore rounded them all up. The Giants had been defeated, the Werewolves were chained by Hagrid, Remus, and the other valiant werewolves. And so it was within the hour that Albus was standing at the center of the Great Hall. 

"So..... We are victorious....." Albus allowed the applause to ring before he continued. "With the defeat of Lord Voldemort, thus marks the end of the dark times of Britain..... And i, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, am most grateful to all of you for standing with me.... For believing in me....." Albus announced as he bowed before the crowd. "Be it the Order, Dumbledore's Army, or ANY of those who fought valiantly, i appreciate your courage. And...." Albus looked mournfully at the spot where the corpses were laid. "You have lost your loved ones..... For that, i deeply apologize. War is never kind, and despite all the immense power i possess, not everyone can be saved. The fact that despite the losses, you persisted..... I respect.... Let us have a moment of silence..... In honor and remembrance of our fallen comrades." Albus declared as he closed his eyes and said a prayer to those who died. After a minute passed, Albus opened his eyes back and saw they all prayed as well with their eyes closed. "And it is these moments of sadness, solemn tranquility, that any and all warriors, including even the hardest veterans, can simply remember how was the battle won and think about how to honor the sacrifices. Remember! We were able to gain victory, not just because of my presence or military superiority, but most importantly, we were able to keep that which makes us..... Human. We managed to preserve the peace that has existed between both worlds..... By FEELING..... And THINKING like Muggles in their very core..... Persistence..... The willingness to fight and stay strong for a cause greater than any single group and person..... The desire to be better..... Your bravery.... Your humanity.... Your HEART..... Is what saved you. What made you better..... It is also exactly for that reason..... That forgiveness must be given, chances be bestowed upon those with the willingness to repent.... Henceforth..... I declare.... That the Malfoys shall be pardoned for their crimes..... But they will have to be monitored, and work to truly redeem themselves..... As would the few misguided Slytherins..... Again, i insist.... We must be better! Than those who oppose us, those who prioritize the purity of blood! Because if we fall to the same extent as them..... Then how..... Are.... We.... Any... Different?" Albus finished as all the people nodded slowly in approval. 

"Well..... That is all..... Enjoy these moments of peace and triumph.... And.... Let us light the darkness..... In honor of the Fallen!" Albus declared as he raised his wand and lit it at the sky.

Every single one of the gathered did the same.....

And as the darkness of the night was removed....

As dawn settled in..... 

Albus Dumbledore finally, truly felt that the final chapter of his life had began.

And with Harry by his side.....

May the world they would make preserve for generations to come.

10 Years Later.....

Albus Dumbledore, currently the greatest British Minister For Magic and Supreme Mugwump, gave a content smile as he sat at his office. 

A week after the battle in Hogwarts, Albus was immediately recommended and installed as the next Minister For Magic by virtually everyone in Britain. Very few complaints came, as the Pure Blood Families have greatly declined since the battle with Voldemort and were unable to go against him. In fact, even before the battle, Albus could have won a few decades ago had he wanted to, and now Albus was politically more powerful and famous, so the complaints were dismissed as if they were insignificant. The International Confederation of Wizards were also as supportive as ever, so he quickly regained the title of Supreme Mugwump. 

Now fully confident and capable of making the world better, Albus immediately began putting all the plans and visions he had for the future. He did not naturally start with eliminating Pure Blood views, because it would be stupid to so quickly and eagerly present such things. So he started first by living up to his deals with the Goblins. Albus engaged in repeated negotiations with the Goblins and mediation between each country and their Goblins, and eventually compromises and a mutual satisfying alliance was built by having each Ministry develop the Department of Mutuality With the Goblins, which would regulate the amount of information and cooperation between wizardking and Goblins. It quickly proved effective, and soon both Goblin and wizards from all the world were benefitting, Goblins learning how to implement their special brand of magic with wands and the Wizards learning how to make things in a similar way to the Goblins. The review from both sides were positive, as evidenced by how wizards showed Goblins more respect while Goblins in return became more willing to help, and it quickly helped Albus with the rest of his projects with other creatures. Spreading acceptance for the Werewolves ended up being the easiest, surprisingly. With Remus and Newt helping and Albus's great experience and intellect, all that it took was a single year before the entire world established the Department of Proper Lives For the Werewolves. It essentially provided any and all Werewolves willing to work with an endless supply of Wolfsbane and methods able to competently handle Werewolves, and they didn't even have to work. All they had to do was just remain content and peaceful. And making the lives of the House Elves much better and easier were just as easy, as Albus was able to record Hogwarts House Elves proclaiming they were loyal to Hogwarts because Dumbledore had cared for them. With the example and evidence that truly caring for the Elves would create sufficient loyalty, his arguments were swiftly accepted and implanted by every country. As always, Albus made sure all parts of the wizarding world were able to implement the new system effectively, and it was successful.

And then came the Giants. Now..... This is where things got more difficult. The Giants naturally were hard to make peace with wizardkind, and wizardkind still feared the Giants. Nevertheless, with hard work and dedication, they were able to successfully create a magical pact with all the Giants in the world after 3 years of negotiation. The pact included the Giants being allowed to enter wizarding villages, granted they drink a certain potion Albus had perfected from the Flamels, who had nearly finished it before their deaths. It shrunk them for about 10 hours, and they were able to enjoy a comfortable feast and witness magics. Wizards would also perform at the mountains for the Giants. Meanwhile, the wizarding world was granted an alternative to Security Trolls, as Giants were allowed to work for wizards, with the salary being in the form of 30 Galleons and regular food, and they were brutally effective. Finally.... The Centaurs. Although easier and less time-consuming than Giants, Albus still needed nearly 2 years and a half to succeed. The Centaurs were proud, distrustful of humans, but Albus's reputation and determination allowed him to succeed in developing an efficient and satisfying alliance. The Centaurs were prideful creatures, and disdainful of wizardkind's discriminations, so Albus ensured that he had succeeded with all the others before finally pursuing the Centaurs. Another pact was made. The Centaurs were given wide parts of the lands where they could thrive in peace, and wizardkind would only enter if they had earned a special permit. Albus personally ensured the permits were proper, well-hearted, and capable of socializing with the Centaurs. Wizardkind would regularly give the Centaurs the herbs and offerings they made for their tradition, which greatly helped them and prevented much need for relocation, and the Centaurs in return bestowed upon wizardkind some of their knowledge.

Everything else was well too. All the people he cared for were flourishing heavily. Neville and Hannah Abott had just gotten married, with Harry as the best man and Albus as the officiant. The couple had needed but a decade of dating before tying the knot. Ronald and Hermione had married 3 years before. It always amused him that the couple who used to be so argumentative be among the earliest of the last generation of Hogwarts he knew to be married. Neville was being a remarkable Head Auror, having been trained by Frank and Alice as well as Moody, having held the title since Harry quit, after becoming Head of the Auror Office within 2 years. He revolutionized the Auror Office, developing numerous training regimens and recording skills to be taught to future Aurors. Even though he was now traveling the world, Harry was reported to have helped all the countries develop their Auror forces, and Albus couldn't be more happy and proud of him. It was under Albus's advice that Harry travel the world by himself, so he could experience the thrill of adventure and develop himself, choosing the path he wished for that would be the best for the world. He and Ginny were still dating, and Albus was regularly sent photos of their get-togethers. 

Minerva was being an exceptional Headmistress ever since Albus helped rebuilt Hogwarts before leaving. He would soon build his own academy, but first.... This..... It won't be too long now.... And speaking of Weasleys, Arthur was flourishing as Head of the Muggle Protection Department, a newly developed apartment that protected muggles from any magical threat actively, Percy was working as Second-In-Command to Kingsley in his position as Head of the Stability Keeper Department, yet another department created to strictly reinforce equality and tolerance between all, particularly the still persistent pure bloods. Bill was working as the Chief of the Department of Mutuality with the Goblins, Ginny was excelling as a player of the Holyhead Harpies, and Charlie was doing well in his chosen career at dragons. The Weasleys had gained much fame, and Albus swore Arthur and Molly cried in joy whenever they remembered it. It was great. They deserved it, after centuries of being looked down. 

"Father?" Albus looked up and was pleasantly surprised to see his son there, all grown up, wearing the formal blue robes Albus had given him as among his many birthday presents. "Ah Son! You should have told me you were returning..... You've already covered much ground..... Learned from the mistakes of your old man, and now you only have Bhutan and China left to visit! Harry just smiled at him. "Well.... Father..... I.... Think.... It's time for me.... And Ginny...... To marry?" Albus could not believe his ears as he saw that here Harry was, now confident in his romance. He felt a smile cover his face.

"FINALLY! Took you long enough, my son... Have you proposed to her?" Harry smiled awkwardly as he shook his head. Albus found himself enjoying for the umpteenth time the pleasure of being a simple father to his son as he coached him on the ways to propose to Ginny from his many experience as the professor who all his students loved. And the pleasure was doubled when Ginny sent him 10 boxes full of sweets and a letter declaring her eternal gratitude and loyalty to him, along with the date of their marriage a few months after. 

Albus was quite happy to be Harry's father yet again as they walked down the isles. "So how was your journey, in full?" Harry had given him a smile. "Well.... You were right..... Britain seemed so.... Massive, at first, but when you see the rest of the world, you realize that although Britain has Albus Dumbledore, the other parts of the world were many wild." Albus laughed at that. "Has Gellert contacted you, again? How is the progress with his grimoire and my books?" Harry had given a shaky smile. "Well... It's very complicated, but i'm managing. I've mastered... 45% of them all. You were right.... Having an excellent teacher is a must, but you have to rely on yourself.... You may teach a person how to write, but they all write differently, wasn't it?" Albus just grinned. 

"And Master Gellert has said that he's waiting for you to finally finish your reign as Supreme Mugwump before moving on." Albus had smiled solemnly at that. Ah... Gellert.... If only we had been better.... Could we have raised Harry together? Would you be there with me, smiling and talking about this truly magnificent boy? 

But as he officialized Harry and Ginny's wedding, Albus reflected on how he had walked away from Jacob Kowalksi's wedding with Queenie Goldstein because he could not bear to see what he could have had had he been better.... He had bettered himself enough to serve the role in Tina and Newt's wedding, but it always left him a melancholy to see what he could never have now.

But now..... Albus could finally say that he was happy to see his son marrying the girl of his dreams.... 

And so while the smile he gave while legalizing Newt and Tina's marriage was a melancholic bittersweet one.... Here, his smile.... Is content and truly happy. 

And remembering his plans.....

Albus knew the dreams they had together would soon be fulfilled. He still grieved for Gellert, for his family, and for all that he had lost, but he would move on. For Harry.... And for the man that Gellert was and ultimately did not fully die.

A year later

Albus stood, in the top of the Magisterial Chamber of Ancient Wizardry, as all the representatives from every country in the wizarding world, his trusted friends, allies, and his son, brother, daughter-in-law and other members of the Weasley Family stood by his side, and beheld the people. 

"Bring them in." Albus said curtly as Harry gave the gesture. Several members of proud Pure-Blood families who attempted to assassinate him and also those who attacked the departments dealing with creatures were brought in by guards, restrained by magical shackles and placed a permanent Oscausi to prevent them from speaking.

"Gentleman.... From all of the wizarding world..... Today..... Is to be without a doubt a historical day.... As you all must have known and realized..... Supremacist believes are outdated!" Albus declared with a yell as everyone there yelled at him in approval. 

"Do you know why i say this? First, we must look back on numerous parts of history.... And always anyone with desires to end the Muggles and Muggleborns were defeated after they perverted and misused their abilities! By those who defended such people.... BY Muggleborns and Half-Bloods! The Accionites of the 1700s believed themselves as above acting like Muggles by summoning everything with their magic.... And where did it lead them? Disbandment! And the gruesome death of Gideon Flatworthy who was crushed by a farm he summoned! Gormlaith Gaunt murdered her own blood just because they associated themselves with Muggles, and was killed by a simple poisoned arrow, not any grand magics! Salazar Slytherin hated and refused to allow Muggleborns into Hogwarts and waged war against Godric Gryffindor, but was defeated and killed by him and the other Founders! And then.... The Gaunt Family, yet again.... The worst Purebloods. They were so against any relations with the Muggles that they performed inbreeding! And where did that lead them? Extinction." Albus declared firmly as everyone there nodded vigorously.

"It started from Marvolo Gaunt, who mistreated his daughter so bad she became too desperate for love and enchanted a muggle..... He died for it, and his son died soon after.... By none other but the hands of Merope Gaunt's son, Tom Marvolo Riddle. He would become the second greatest dark wizard of all time and start two wars in Britain, but he was defeated.... By the faith, defense, valiance, courage, and justice of those who fought to protect equality. Even those who were persecuted in the end fought for those who were better than they were opressors! But perhaps.... The most trying of all the times supremacy conflicts happened.... Was Gellert Grindelwald's reign." Albus stopped for a while as everyone started to be visibly unnerved. Yes... Gellert was indeed the greatest threat the world ever knew. "He was called the most dangerous dark wizard, the greatest Dark Lord, and the most fearsome revolutionary the world would ever see.... But while Lord Voldemort fought to oppress those he believed unworthy, Gellert Grindelwald sought to create a world where all magical beings were equal and Muggles and wizards would help each other. His methods were extremely destructive, but in the end, despite everything, Gellert Grindelwald had well intentions."

"He was an extremist, a man who had suffered from his cruel family, a dark wizard of phenomenal powers and immense mastery, and a genius of exceptional strategical ability and charismatic leadership, but ultimately the greatest threat the world ever knew... Was actually the most tragic villain. There is.... Certain parts of his history that would be unveiled within a few years, but i say this.... Gellert Grindelwald was worthy of respect and pity, because in the end, all he wanted was to change the world that had been corrupted by the supremacist beliefs and he died defying Lord Voldemort, collapsing the fortress that became his prison, with dignity, ever serving the Greater Good he always believed in. For that, although he had killed countless people, destroyed many great things, allow me to ask you this.... Isn't it quite tragic? A man who could have done great good yet was corrupted, twisted, and hardened by the many flawed ways of our world that has persisted for so long.... Such is the nature of supremacy and delusions of superiority.... It could birth great evils and corrupt even noble people into extremists."

Albus waited for the reactions of the people. They seemed contemplative and acceptive of the logic. Good. "So! It is with my upmost pride that i gather you all today... I thank each and every single one of you for your support, your beliefs, and your efforts.... This victory.... Is not mine.... But it is.... For all of you.... Who have fought to the end, persisted, and protected the balance of this world. Many sacrifices have been made..... For us to finally achieve this..... Before we proceed.... Let us hold a moment of silence for all those people." Albus said as he closed his eyes. All the people did the same. After a few minutes, Albus opened his eyes, and saw that none had opened his eyes at all. 

"And now.... For the sake of the wizarding world, for the honor of every single people who died believing in a better future, and for the next generation of wizardkind to flourish.... I declare.... With the approval of all the countries in the world..... That the notion of Blood Status..... HAS BEEN DISSOLVED!" Albus yelled, just as every single person there yelled and roared their approval. 

"I understand that this will most likely be a hard and trying time, for supremacists still exist.... But we will display to them that their views are outdated! That the wizarding world do not need bigotry! Within the next week, every Ministry shall announce the new rules that will be taken to ensure maximum peace, equality, and tolerance in the wizarding world. Again.... Thank you for all your dedication and support! May the wizarding world remain a place of happiness and equality for all time!" Albus concluded as he cast a spell that shined rays of light upon them all. 

And as he left the stage, he saw Gellert's spirit again. Gellert's expression was a mixture of happiness that their goals of creating a better world was finally achieved and.... Regret. Regret that he could not be with Albus and reshape the world together. Albus gave him a soft, encouraging smile as he sent a telepathic message. It's okay... You can go now. Be at peace. I'll see you in the Next Great Adventure when everything is settled. Goodbye, Gellert Grindelwald.... My most cherished companion. May you rest knowing you have found redemption and will be acknowledged not only for your evil deeds, but also for the story behind it." Gellert gave him the most genuine of smiles he had ever given, melancholy but truly filled with joy, as he waved his hands at him and vanished. 

Albus looked back at Harry and smiled back as Harry gave him a soft nod with a smile in his face. And so it was done....

He was nearing the end of his final chapters as a leader.... And would soon start the final chapters of his time as a scholar, his truest self.

Chapter Text

5 Years Since the Abolishment of Blood Status

Albus Dumbledore walked through the halls of the British Ministry for what he knew would be the last time he held the position of authority. Despite it, his mind was full of anticipation and excitement at the idea of finally starting the academy he had always longed to build, as it would be the ultimate achievement and dream of any good-hearted scholar, to promote education in their own way. He had passed on the mantle of British Minister to Kingsley and Supreme Mugwump to the competent Uagadou graduate Babajide Akingbade. After decades of working as a Supreme Mugwump and two decades as British Minister, finally it was all over and Albus could move on to being just a humble but great scholar.

After his announcement that the Blood Status was abolished, surprisingly 55% of the entire magical world accepted it fair-heartedly. None in Britain, Germany, Paris,  and America particularly challenged it, having learned their lessons from their personal experiences with Dark Lords. There were a few insurgents, but with Albus's experience in handling the worst of extremists, stopping them was quite easy and it took only 2 years before the wizarding world fully accepted the new order of equality and tolerance. In fact, long before the announcement, Albus had already anticipated such revolts, and had prepared the departments he had made and was abruptly copied by the rest of the world to be ready to defend the new peace, particularly magical creatures, half-bloods, and muggle-borns. They were trained not only in combat, but also to recognize the ways used by the past to attack such beings and neutralize them, and Albus also placed patriotic men and women who were able to properly resonate with the plight of them all. Their speeches made the creatures and the people who suffered from discrimination more heartened, and helped increase the efficiency of the departments. In fact, there were a few Pure Bloods who repented and joined Albus's side, further inspired..... By the couple of Draco Malfoy and Astoria Greengrass.

The Malfoy heir truly lived up to his promise to seek redemption. Only a few months after the Battle of Hogwarts, and he was trying to make amends by sending letters to Harry and the Weasleys expressing his sincere regret, and despite a few reservations, they grew to accept and respect the man Draco had became. He had asked Albus to teach him what he believed to be the "Right Ways", and Albus had agreed willingly. He was patient and cultivating, encouraging Draco to find his own path that felt right and teaching him the flaws of supremacy. After a few years, Albus had assigned Draco to be Secretary of the Department of the Stability Keeper along with Astoria, who had supported Albus as did the rest of her family and followed Daphne Greengrass, her sister, who was the third-in-command of the department.

It was a year after the Abolishment of Blood Purity that Draco and Astoria finally got married, and Albus was courteously happy to officialize the marriage, while Harry and Draco had became fairly close friends after Draco's repentance earned him Harry's respect. With Harry's help, Draco was also becoming cordial allies and even friends with the other members of his generation. There was a bit of a hiccup when Astoria's Blood Curse nearly claimed her life, but Albus had not forgotten his magical projects even as Minister. Among them was a potion that would heal generic curses, which had been again developed by the Flamels. Harry, Albus, Draco, Horace, and Severus together completed it just in time to save her, and Draco was eternally grateful. He even asked if Albus would be the Godfather of their child Scorpius, and Albus was happy to accept. 

Speaking of Godfathers and children, it was to Albus's joy and pride that the moment Ginny gave birth, Albus was immediately the first option for the Godfather of Harry's children. Their first child was named James, born only a year after he and Ginny married. Their second child was named Albus Severus, and Albus could not be more happy that Harry thought of him so much that he would name his child after him. They were currently expecting another child. To say the least, the couple was happy, and Albus was pleased that Harry had blossomed from the awkward romantic to the confident husband that he was now. As his father, Albus was proud as well.

As for Harry inheriting the Supreme Mugwump and British Minister For Magic from him, Albus found it a pleasant surprise when Harry humbly declined to immediately succeed him. Instead, he wished to go even more downhill through the world, finding whatever problems remained in the wizarding world so he could fix that and better the lives of the magical population. Yes.... Experience after all was a profound thing.... Albus had experienced many things, both bitter and good, and he knew the truth of Harry's beliefs. So he let him go. Their children remained at the Dumbledore Family House, and to Albus's pleasant surprise, Aberforth had finally decided to stay in the house, if only for his grandnephews and grandniece, given that Harry and Ginny had given birth to another child, a daughter named Lily Evans. All the children were part of the Dumbledore Family, the next generation of the family, something Albus never believed possible. Yet another great thing in his life he had to thank Harry for. And Aberforth was being a decent caretaker while still managing his bar. 

When he had reached the exit of the British Ministry of Magic, however, Albus found himself met with much of the Ministry, lead by Remus, Arthur, Percy, Kingsley, Draco, and Astoria. Each of them said their absolute honor of having worked under him and thanked him for the chances he had given them. 

Albus just smiled and gave a wave back....

But before he disappeared to return to his home and finally begin the making of his academy, Albus looked back and said his own words of honor. "In the end, guidance and help from a very old yet great and experienced man was what made you the revolutionary people you are now..... But.... Above all else, it is your determination, your heart, that lead you to be here..... I just provided the necessary footholds..... So don't attribute all your success to mine.... Instead..... Be proud of yourself.... And just as it has been a honor for you all to work under me, so has it been a great time and a honor for me to be there for you all.... I will never be forgotten by history, perhaps, but above all, i wish that may you all share the same fame and commemoration for all time. Stay strong.... Hope survives and exists in every corner, even in defeat.... Light.... Can be found even in the darkest of times...."

And with that, Albus Dumbledore, the greatest Supreme Mugwump and Minister in all of wizarding history....

Has finally left that part of his life behind....

5 Years Later

Albus Dumbledore got up from his bedroom with a usual cheer, ready to start yet another day being the Chancellor of the Dumbledore University of Magical Guidance and Research.

After leaving the Ministry, it took him only a year and a half before he was successful in establishing the first ever magical university. He had after all been planning this for decades. The building of the university was solved quite easily by the fact that Albus had already made the sketch and plans needed to create a functionable building, which happened to be nearby the Dumbledore Manor for convenience's sake. With magic and dedication, he needed but 4 months to successfully construct the building to his liking. Afterwards, gathering the teachers for his university was even easier, as he already had all the candidates in mind, and were able to summon them fairly quickly and swear them in. It took less than a month. Then he just had to gather support and recognition from all the ministries schools through the world, which took only 5 months. Albus's fame as a scholar meant all the magical schools were fully willing to support him, but establishing the proper footholds to the jobs that his university could grant those who entered was more tricky, as while the governments were quite willing, there were many jobs through the world and Albus needed to ensure his university could grant his college students access to as many jobs as possible. But with hard work and research, within 4 and half a month, it was done. The final course of actions Albus needed to take was authorize and legalize the books he had designed specifically to be the coursebooks of his university. The Charming Enchantments, the Principles and Techniques of Martial Magic, the Mastery over Light and Dark, the Intricate Sciences of Magic, the Guide to Handling Beasts, the Behaviors and Lives of Muggles, The Many Ways of Foresight, the Power, Dangers, and Limitations of Transformation, and the Enlightenment of History needed but 3 months of tweaking and completing to be ready to be read. The True Burdens and Keys of Leadership, the Fundamentals of Politics and the Principles to Remain Uncorrupted.... And finally.... The Guide to Proper Jobs and Grasping Law In It's Best Form. on the other hand needed 6 months since he hadn't had the time to finish them while training Harry for the last year.

But when it was done, Albus finally unveiled the building and university, and thousands of students, parents, and government allies came to congratulate him. Ah.... Even now, Albus's heart still felt joy and pride as he remembered that glorious day, the happiest day of his life, matched only by the time when he finally became Harry's father. And now he was walking to his university. He could have easily apparated, but Albus wanted to enjoy simple means of life, so.... Well, it's quite close. Albus's responsibilities as the Chancellor were rather easily managed, due to having spent decades as the best headmaster, but while he enjoyed a few breaks, Albus wasn't just acting as the Chancellor. He also acted as a Professor himself in certain aspects of the study programs of his university, and gave weekly additional lessons and seminars. Needless to say, he was now the amused holder of the title Good Student Neighborhood Chancellor. Practically all the students enjoyed and always attended his classes. Albus also willingly spend time to help the students with private counselling in order to help them with life problems apart from just teaching them. A lesser but still quite pleasant matter was that he had discreetly enchanted the school's walls to repel anyone with negative intentions, and yet not a single one of them were affected. It seemed that the next generation will be good indeed....

Truly... What a world he had created..... And Albus was admittedly at peace with himself. And as he entered the academy, he was greeted by Molly's kind smile in the manager's table. He had made the decision to hire her as the Manager, ensuring the Weasley Family's rise to richness and fame even more, especially considering some of her children also taught there. Albus just smiled back and after a few words of greeting, went upstairs. The Ground Floor comprised the Manager Table, the Kendra Resting Grounds, named naturally after his mother and comprised of Aberforth as the manager of the entire caffe, his brother having agreed to end the Hog's Head and move the business here, and the Parent-Teacher Council Room, where parents met with the staff to consult on the future of their children and the academy.

As he ascended to the First Floor - Magizoologists, Albus couldn't help his smile as he watched Newt lecturing and teaching the students of the Creature and Being Study Program, which naturally revolved around dealing with all sorts of magical creatures and were divided into two classes, the Combat and the Taming Classes. The First Floor was solely comprised of a class room for Newt to teach the theory, a room filled with numerous cages and creature traps to practice handling creatures, and of course, a room where many peaceful and docile creatures lay to be used to teach students how to care for them. Needless to say, when Albus revealed to Newt his plans, Newt was quite eager to contribute. And he was currently training Luna to be his successor by the time he retired, and his children and extended family were quite happy to attend and help in his lessons. Albus's role in this sector was quite minor, as Newt was fully qualified to handle the teachings, but he still gave demonstrations and encouraged the students who were struggling whenever he attended. 

And then he reached the Second Floor - Science. It was divided into three classes, Potioneer taught by Horace, after a lot of persuading from Albus, Herbology and Medicals taught by Madam Pomfrey, who had retired from her work as Hogwart's Matron to help what she believed was a better cause, with Hannah Abott replacing her as Matron, and finally Alchemy, taught by none other but Albus himself. This was among the study programs he was more involved in naturally. Albus, as the apprentice of the greatest Alchemists and masters of magical science in the world, was the most qualified in not just Alchemy, but also the other subjects, knowing potions and medical magics lost to time. He primarily taught Alchemy, but dedicated 6 hours of the saturdays and sundays for those who wished to learn more about Potions and medicine under him. The floor was comprised of a potion laboratory, the Hospital Wing where students could practice their skills in healing, and Albus's personal workshop that effectively covered the utmost of what would be needed to teach the classes. There were a few students right now who were hurrying upstairs and bumped into Albus. "Oh! Sorry, Chancellor.... We were late and in a hurry!" Albus just smiled as he took in the two students before him. Pierce Pyrites.... A relative of the famous writer of Alchemy, Ancient Art, and Science, Argo Pyrites. Like his ancestor, Pierce was quite the gifted, and he was open to serving as the next teacher of Alchemy should Albus retire. And beside him was his sister, Alice Pyrites. Although not quite as gifted as her brother, she was still a powerful student and surpassed him when it came to Herbology and Medicals. She was Madam Pomfrey's favorite, and heir apparent to the Professor of Herbology and Medicals. Horace meanwhile stated he still needed time before he could decide who would be the next professor, since there were 3 talented individuals who he particularly favored.

After casually giving them his pass to pardon their lateness, which was common as they were quite the enthusiasts and were eager to improve formulas and come up with suggestions, Albus ascended to the the Third Floor - Law and History. Ah yes.... Hermione.... After she was finished with making laws, Hermione retired and dedicated herself to ensuring the laws and beliefs that had been instilled upon the new wizarding world would remain firmly entrenched. It was near the end of his search for individuals to become the professors that she offered herself up and Albus accepted to let her take up the position of the Professor of the Magical Law Program and excelled, be it in Creature-Related Laws, Essence of Humanity, and Connection Between Rules and History. Albus had given the first edition copy of Grasping Law In It's Best Form to help her. She was one of the stricter teachers, but quite liked nevertheless for her skill and experience in her field. As for Albus's presence in the study program, he was the teacher of the Law Class, passing on numerous historical truths and using it to compare the then to what the wizarding world is like now.

The Fourth Floor - Life Skills was quite lively, despite it focusing on more mundane and muggle-like skills. It was also the most broadest, after all. It was comprised of the Business Class, taught proudly by Fred and George, the Martial Arts Class, handled by Jacob Kowalski, the most experienced among the muggles who were related to wizards in fighting, and the Flying Class, co-taught by Angelina, Wood, and Ginny. Needless to say, the Weasley twins were happy to repay him for having helped in establishing the Weasley Wizard Wheezes, which was currently being managed by Ronald after Fred and George took the position, Jacob was very excited to properly reintegrate himself with the wizarding world he had grew to love despite the many perils he suffered and had been keeping himself in as much shape as possible for a Muggle, though his exposure to magic had prolonged his life to a similar degree to a wizard and gave him a certain boost in strength, courtesy of the Flamels, and the Quidditch Players were more than happy to pass on flying in the hopes of creating both combat-capable fliers and great Quidditch Players. Albus's involvement in the Life Skills study program was more focused on the Martial Arts and Flying Classes, where he displayed the magical techniques that can be used to help while fighting in close-range in the Martial Arts Class, while Albus would display the proper discipline, technique, and skills applied while fighting and flying in the Flying Class. The Quidditch Players covered all the Quidditch ground, after all, but Albus excelled more when it came to actual combat flying, and while his martial skills aren't quite as good as Jacob's, who had defeated many wizards despite lacking any actual magical powers with skill, he still had the advantage of being able to call upon magic to help him. 

The Fifth Floor - Enchanters and Transformers.... Now this is where things get truly magical. The Charms Class was taught by none other but his dear friend Eulalie Hicks, who had retired after her time fighting in the war, but was quite eager to jump back into action and teaching, having grown discontent with her decades of peaceful life, which comprised of three fields: The Combative Enchantments, The Daily Charming, and the Understanding of Theory. For the Charms Class, there was a dueling stand where Eulalie would display how to duel with charms alone and have her students fight each other with solely charms and a classroom with numerous equipment to be practiced charms on. And the Transfiguration Class was taught by Minerva after she finally retired from being Headmistress and passed on the title to Filius. It comprised of similarly three fields: The Deadliness of Transfiguration, The Casual Transformation, and Mastering True Understanding of Transformation. Being similar to the Charms Class, the rooms used were quite identical. And Albus involved himself quite minorly, seeing as Eulalie and Minerva were truly excellent masters of their fields and required little assistance. Apart from giving seminars on a weekly basis, Albus only had to truly intervene when they were teaching spells as complex as Human Transfiguration, Patronus Charm, and other fields of comparable beyond NEWT level difficulty.

The Sixth Floor - Warriors.... This was the most enthusiastically sought out of the study programs..... Young people.... So eager to jump into action.... Albus shook his head with a smile. It was one of the two Study Programs Albus personally headed, and the first of the three MUST Study Programs. It comprised of three Classes. First was Mastery of All, which taught the students how to properly use any and all magical skills and spells in battle. The second was Cunning Warfare, consisting of teaching students how to fight strategically and observe weakeness in the opponent. The third was the Properness of True Masters, where Albus placed special emphasis on precision, physical fitness, and magical stamina.

The Seventh Floor - The Esoteric and Mysterious. The second of the two Study Programs Albus personally headed and the three MUST Study Programs as well, done at the remaining two years after having finished their respective Study Programs, which would take 3 years if done individually. One could choose to take multiple Study Programs, and Albus had already decided they would take it separately, meaning 8 years in total. It covered five courses: The True Comprehension of Magical Fundamentals, which covered the higher levels of Arithmancy and taught how to use Astronomy for greater power, The Ancient Powers of Runology, which trained the students to employ runes in their magical activities, Divination, ensuring that the college students understood the meaning of prophecies as well as some practical applications, Dark and Light, teaching them the many horrors of the darkness and how to apply it to fight against the darkness with it's own power as well as defend against it with the light, and the Mind Arts, comprising of Albus teaching them Legilimency and Occlumency. The must parts of the program was Dark and Light and Comprehension of Magical Fundamentals, though. Albus was understanding when teaching these five, but firm. He taught it with the help of Time and Space Magic to ensure his students fully understood the skills he was passing on, creating challenging practices and difficult tests. Most of his students here seemed to majorly regard him in awe, though, and didn't hold the difficulty level too much against him.

The Eight Floor - The Career Guidance. The last and most crucial of the Study Programs, as the one that will offer specialized training in their careers, with the reward of recommendation letters that would almost surely guarantee acceptance. It is the most broad of the Study Programs, consisting of Auror Training taught by Tina and Alastor, Magizoologist Training taught by Newt as well as Hagrid, who came to occupy the spot of the Keeper of Keys of the Dumbledore University, Potioneer Training taught by Horace, Healer Training taught by Madam Pomfrey, and Albus himself taught the Arithmancer and Runologist Training, in addition to giving seminars in each classes.

And finally Albus reached the final floor of his 10 floor university, his personal floor, the Eight Floor - Chancellor's Domain. It was comprised of numerous rooms: First was The Board Room, where he and the staff would discuss important developments once a year before taking the quarry to the parents. Second was The Research Laboratories. After all, the name is Dumbledore's University of Magical Guidance AND Research. Albus would gather particularly talented individuals from each Study Programs, and would help them research further into their fields. Anyone who completed projects would receive a trophy. And finally the Chancellor's Office. Albus himself resided there. He opened the door and took in the sight. The office was full of many magical artifacts and momentos of his comrades and adventures. Albus opened the windows of his office, and beheld the sight of the 3 apartments where his students and staff lived.

Albus had rented, using but a minor part of his vast wealth, those 3 buildings close to the location of his school. Of course, the staff had the option to stay in their homes, but the student would have to stay at the apartment. They would be woken up at 08:00 AM, as the classes began at 10:00, giving them enough time to both take a refreshing bath and breakfast as well as prepare for the classes, ensuring there were few late students. 

Overall, it was blissful, and Albus Dumbledore was proud of the university he had made. And.... Ah! Yes... Harry.... His son was contesting for Supreme Mugwump and British Ministry now, and he was almost certainly guaranteed to win. It would take decades before he could have Harry here in these halls.... But Albus was patient. After all he had waited for nearly a century.... What was a few decades?

180 years later (December 2200)

Ah..... So the time has come for me to finally go into my Next Great Adventure.

Albus Dumbledore kept a wistful smile as he entered his office for what he knew would be the last time. In truth, he had been anticipating the day where he drew his last breath ever since the year began, and had finished preparing a recording of his speech a few days before, and now all Albus had to do was wait for his comrades to come and he would gladly close his eyes forever and be buried in his own home. He could imagine Gellert welcoming him in the afterlife....

"Father...." Harry softly called out as Albus opened his eyes and saw that he had arrived, along with Aberforth, Ginny and the rest of his grandchildren. And how well-flourished his family was..... Through the years, his grandchildren had prospered, had attended his academy, and ultimately became well-regarded professors of his beloved university. They have also given him great grandchildren, although they were all still infants. And Albus could not be more happy and satisfied with how the Dumbledore Family had progressed.

Once a seemingly doomed to die out family line was now ensuredly secure. And Albus remained grateful to Harry for what he had done. The man had been a Dumbledore in every way possible, and Albus was content to pass on and leave behind this university to him, Harry having retired from being Supreme Mugwump and British Minister quite a few decades ago and taking on numerous teaching professions in the university. His accomplishments in the political world were quite exemplary, but it seemed that Harry was indeed born to be his son, as he excelled more as a teacher and scholar. 

"Ah.... My family.... How i have everything to thank you for, Harry. You have saved the Dumbledores, and took the family name to heights greater than i ever expected. Thank you for being my son..... After decades spent of solemn complacency, you changed my life.... And for that, Harry James Potter Percival Dumbledore, you have my utmost thanks. It is because of you that i am now able to happily go on to the Next Great Adventure knowing the future is safe." Harry had given him a small sad smile while his grandchildren looked in tears. Aberforth was rather calm, but Albus did not expect him to be crying. Ginny was soothing her children's anguish.  "Don't mourn for me, my family..... Live on..... Continue being there for those who need the Dumbledores.... Fight to make the world a better place.... You, my grandchildren, have made me proud as well... Know that i will be watching over you from the other side. Ginny.... You have been a good daughter, a great wife. Despite your insecurities, know that you are a true Dumbledore. I trust you will keep Harry grounded and my grandchildren happy?"

Ginny had given a sad tearful smile while the grandchildren rushed forward to hug him. Albus relished the warmth of their small bodies on his old, tired body, before he gently let go. He was a bit surprised when Aberforth hugged him as well, albeit a bit gruffly, and told him to say his greetings to the other members of their family, but just smiled and promised to. And then Albus turned to Harry and Harry hugged him as well. And Albus dedicated all his mind into remembering the warmth and feeling of hugging the man he saw as a son for the last time in a very, very long time. Harry did not cry, which was good. He had taught him well. Death was but a doorway to the Next Great Adventure, and not the end. "Remember.... You all.... Death is not the end. It is but the Next Great Adventure. A soul never truly dies. It passes on and is reborn, and we, the Dumbledores, use the Phoenix as our insignia, so embrace it. Now... I think it's time to welcome the rest of those who came to see me off?"

And with that, Albus took one last picture with his family before watching them leave and let another group enter. Ah yes... Newt, his wife, his children, his grandchildren, Luna, Jacob, Queenie, their children, and Eulalie. They shared hugs and two pictures together, Queenie in particular crying as she stood side-by-side with her husband and sister while their child was at the back. After that, Albus finally addressed the people who had been his most trusted comrades and were loyal until the end of his life. "Queenie.... Jacob.... Your love was halted for 5 decades for the sake of victory..... And i am pleased to see you were able to not only quickly adjust, but also have a few more children. Tina..... Newt.... I have put you through a lot, and yet you remained loyal. You fought as my most trusted generals during the war with Grindelwald, lost many friends and allies, and ultimately you were able to be happy. For that, i am happy for you. May the Scamander Family flourish. As Theseus had said before he gave his life, Scamanders were inherently stubborn while Goldsteins, being salamander-like, were quite beautiful but persistent and deadly. And finally.... Eulalie.... The moment i saw you, i knew you were wise beyond your years, and you have risen to some of the greatest heights in our world.... And you fought as a valued general of mine.... Giving you the position of Charms Professor was the least i could do. I don't have much to say to you all, but i will say this.... You were with me in the darkest of times, and for that, i have nothing but gratitude. Goodbye, my friends. I hope to see you in the Next Great Adventure when your times finally come." Newt had just smiled sadly, while Queenie and Jacob were in tears and Tina and Eulalie were looking away sorrowfully, their children being sad. "Goodbye, Albus.... It's been an honor to work for you." Albus had just smiled sadly. "And mine as well, Newt."

After they left, came finally the Weasleys, now bonded with the Dumbledores from Harry's marriage to Ginny. "You all have fought by my side as valued and trusted companions..... Even as you suffered, as you lost friends and family, you remained loyal. You have my eternal gratitude. And we have been like family even before Ginny married Harry, haven't we? It just needed a further connection to make it official. Arthur.... Molly.... You have raised wonderful children and been exceptional in your chosen paths. Be proud of yourselves and enjoy your time with your family always until it is your time. Fred.... George.... Although you were quite the rowdy bunch, you remain until now men of honor and morals. I trust you will keep making business that will help the lives of others. Percy... You faltered in the path, but in the end you remained loyal. For that, thank you. Don't keep blaming and depreciating over it. Be happy. Bill.... Fleur.... Your romance was quite hard, but you preserved.... Do not hold me as being the one that did it all. I just provided help. Your strength in Love was what united you. And i wish your children luck. I thank you, in particular, for naming one of your children Wulfric in my honor. And finally... Charlie. You have done well in your chosen path with Dragons.... May your efforts never be forgotten." He shared a few pictures and hugs before they left him. Molly and Fleur was the most distraught, crying and tearfully promising him, while the males were calm but clearly sad, expressing their sincerest gratitude of him.

And now Albus was alone.... He could feel Death slowly come for him. Within a matter of minutes, he would pass on. He used magic for the last time, duplicating the photos and sending them to each one of them in dozens, before placing the original pictures in his table. With that done, Albus apparated away to the tomb where his family had been buried in by his own hands. He smiled softly. Ariana..... Father.... Mother..... Aurelius.... Nicolas.... Perenelle.... All those who have died for me..... And.... Gellert..... Now..... We will see each other again.

With that, Albus gingerly opened the coffin he had made for himself and deliberately laid in it. With that, the greatest wizard and man ever to walk the magical world closed his eyes forever.....

And opened them in a vast space resembling the King's Cross. And waiting for him in the entrance to the train.... Was Gellert with his usual smile. "Took you long enough, Albus." Albus just smiled back. "Indeed.... It was a life that had regrets and failures.... But ultimately.... I suppose i died with enough successes that i could finally feel at peace with all the worship i've been experiencing." Gellert just laughed.

"Want to wait for Harry?" Albus just smiled. "Naturally." "Well.... Then i suppose you will enjoy your surprise." Albus's eyes narrowed, but Gellert just smirked. Suddenly, the train ran for a few minutes, until it opened....

And Albus watched with wide eyes as his family and friends who died all arrived. Nicolas just smiled as he said "Seeing as you won't move on for quite some time, we decided to expend our single-time ticket back to Limbo to welcome you. We can't stay for long, but Albus.... We are here... It's okay.... It's peace now." Albus felt his eyes water as his friends and family all hugged and welcomed him.

The reunion party was quite long, surprisingly, and Albus was happy to share stories of what happened, the process, and everything that they didn't watch. Apparently, only a few of them actually stayed to see and thus were somewhat left-out. 

Eventually, they had to board the train and return to the afterlife, leaving just him and Gellert.... But Albus didn't feel lonely, even though he would have to wait for quite some time.

After all..... No one is ever truly gone. At that Albus smiled as he remembered the words he said to Harry a few months before his passing. The dead never truly leaves us, Harry. And so even when i die, i will stay for as long as it is needed for you to pass on. And i will welcome you to the afterlife. So take your time, my son. And know this.... Though my body will die, just as the souls of those who believed in me still watch over me, I will be with you always....

And Albus had every intention to wait as long as needed.

Fin