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Chapter 5

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. All credits belong to J.K Rowling.

Previously...

"Ok sir. I'll take your word I guess." Harry said suspiciously. What was going on? There was definitely something wrong here. He just hoped it wasn't dangerous. He didn't want to run again.

Dumbledore cleared his throat and said in a clear voice.

"Your a wizard Harry."

Chapter 5

"Your a wizard Harry."

"I'm sorry what? Are you mad?" Harry asked staring at the man weirdly. Was he some psycho who escaped a mental asylum? He felt all hope leave instantly.

"Your a wizard Harry." Dumbledore said patiently.

"I think your mistaken. I'm just Harry."

"Harry have you ever noticed something strange happening around you when your angry or scared? Something you can't control. Something that happens and seems just like magic?" Dumbledore questioned brightly.

Harry thought of all the different incidents. How he always wished he could have explained them so he wouldn't get in trouble. How he always wished he could control them so they would stop. He looked at the man, Dumbledore, and bit his lip in thought.

" I'm sorry sir but regardless I think you have the wrong person. Magic isn't real." Harry said thinking this was some sick trick. Once again he stopped himself from giving a snarky reply. The man was certainly out of his mind. But there was something different about this situation. Something he couldn't put his finger on. He couldn't do something to risk anything right now. He decided to just play along.

"Would you like to see a spell?" Dumbledore asked knowingly.

Harry looked contemplating at the old man in front of him. Should he do it?  What if it was some cheap trick? If it was then it didn't matter. He had already set himself up for disappointment. It wouldn't change anything.

"Sure. Why not? Show me your wonderful spell will you?" Harry said sarcastically. He said he'd hold back a little. And frankly he was bored. He didn't have much time to listen to a man who belonged to a mental asylum.

Dumbledore nodded a little put of by Harry's behaviour. This was those fools fault for putting him in the foster system. Of course his behaviour would be a bit different. But no matter. It wouldn't change anything. It'd just make Harry even more grateful to him. 

Wordlessly Dumbledore pulled out his wand and pointed it at the chair next to him and lit it up on fire. Harry jerked back and fell down on the ground. He watched the flames with horror and amazement. Dumbledore smirked and extinguished the fire by levitating water before transfiguring the chair into a sofa.

"Do you believe me now?" Dumbledore asked inwardly applauding himself for the trick he did to convince Harry.

Harry nodded too shocked to speak. He was a wizard. His mind swirled with thoughts and his head pounded from the information. He shakily got up from the ground and sat back on the table eyeing the sofa suspiciously.

"Great! Now what do you know about your parents death?" Dumbledore asked

Harry looked up. His eye brows furrowed in confusion. Why was he asking? Deciding he would just answer the wizards question since he didn't see anything wrong with it he responded, "They died in a gas explosion. I was the only survivor. I got out with this scar." Harry said tonelessly and lifted his hair to show the jagged lightning scar marked on his forehead.

Dumbledore smiled happily. Good. Harry didn't know. It would be better this way. " For muggles it might look like it but your parents died in a different way Harry."

"Muggles? And what do you mean they died in a different way?" Harry questioned apprehensively. He really didn't trust this man.

"Muggles are a term for non magical people. And yes they died a different way. A dark wizard named Voldemort killed them and tried to kill you however instead you vanquished him. Your mother enacted an ancient spell that required love which caused the Voldemort's spell to bounce of you and hit him instead. He then died. You defeated the evilest and darkest wizard of our time Harry." Dumbledore said.

Harry stared at the man in front of him unbelievingly. "I... defeated...a wizard? A powerful and evil one? Damn." He snorted and looked up into Dumbledore's face. "Me a hero? Listen I think you've got the wrong person. I'm no noble hero who saves everyone's like its his only reason for living. Sorry."

"Ahh... but you are Harry Potter aren't you?" Dumbledore asked getting impatient that this was taking so long. Why couldn't anything go to his plan? At Harry's nod he continued, "Well I clearly know Harry Potter defeated Lord Voldemort since I myself pulled him out of the rubble in his parents house when he was one."

Harry raised his eyebrow and digested this information. So he was a hero. A hero who this guy left somewhere and the reason he ended up here. Yeah... he didn't like this man. But oh well. This was his best shot out of here. He'd just have to let it be until he got to the school.

"okay... So how do I get to this wizard school?" Harry asked curiously

"We have to go to Diagonal Alley and get your supplies and then go to platform nine and three quarters at kings cross station. I shall tell you everything later but right now I will take you shopping for your supplies." Dumbledore responded.

"Supplies? What supplies?" Harry asked wondering how many extra shifts he'd have to take to go to the school. Maybe he should just go to Eton. Its free and they'd pay for everything. But this was magic. It was different. He remembered the younger him pouring obsessively over countless books about magic and quests again and again memorising them by heart. When he was care free. When he didn't have to do extra work and the only thing that ever mattered was being himself. When things were better.

"Oh yes I forgot. Pardon me. Here is your letter. Please read it first."

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore (Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Mr Potter

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment. The train for school will start at 7:30 and a teacher will tell you which station shall be closest for you. School will then begin at 8:30 and end at 4:00 while the train leaves at 4:30.Term begins on September 1.We await your owl by no later than July 31.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall 

Deputy Headmistress

"They await my owl? Well I certainly don't have an owl." Harry asked looking up from the letter.

"Its a form of communication. Instead of sending letters by post we send it by owl. However since I have personally delivered your letter a verbal response will be enough. Do you wish to go to Hogwarts Harry?"

Harry considered everything for a second. It felt real but so much like a dream. Yet magic felt so familiar. When Dumbledore had cast that spell he felt it. Like the magic was humming underneath begging him to take the chance. He thought of the times he spent thinking about his future. The time he spent fantasizing about having an adventure just for everything that came with it. The time he spent getting lost in the pages of books. Just to imagine what it was like. Just to get a chance. And here it was. His chance to get away from everything. The younger him would have jumped at the chance. But that was back when nothing mattered. Yet what mattered right now? What was holding him back? He had his answer.

"I'd love to go."