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Title: Harry Potter and the Six Founders (Chapter 01)
Author Name: Arnaldus
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: PS/SS, CoS, PoA, GoF, OotP. Written between Order of Phoenix and Half-Blood Prince.
Genre: Action, Romance
Era: The Harry Potter at Hogwarts Years
Summary: Dumbledore had tried to control everything, and it had resulted in tragedy. They won every battle but they were losing the war, and he was losing Harry. It was time for a change of plan. It was time to substitute control with trust.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Author's Notes: Note to previous readers: I chanced the summary and added a short prologue. The rest of the story is the same.
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..."Children please!" Arthur started to say.
"WE'RE NOT CHILDREN ANYMORE!" Ron yelled. "Harry isn't. No one can be after that kind of horror." He chocked a sob...
Prologue
Hogwarts,
Albus Dumbledore was sitting, alone, in his Headmaster's office. There was no trace of the mayhem caused by the passage of the boy who still was his favorite pupil. Everything had been repaired, not because he wanted to forget what had happened, but because he couldn't bear to be reminded of the pain the boy had showed.
Everything had been repaired except for one thing. Dumbledore's trust in himself.
I cannot do it alone, Harry cannot do it alone. I am not even sure how I can help him anymore.
The war against Voldemort had been going on for more than twenty years. They had won many battles, but they had lost many friends.
And we are losing the war.
He was barely able to contain the one he still called Tom Riddle. He had known for a long time that only Harry could win that last battle, and he had tried to give the boy a chance to prepare himself. To survive and grow strong so that he could fulfill that destiny.
The boy was strong, but he was being destroyed with too much hardship. Every trick of protection that the Headmaster could devise had a way of turning into more torture for him.
I cannot protect him anymore. I must arrange for him to protect himself.
He looked grimly at a beautiful silver object on his desk. The moving metal part catching the lights of the candles and the lamps. It was supposed to be a divination device, a gift from a friend who believed in such things. Of course it had never worked, but it was pretty to look at, that was why he kept it.
I will gamble that he is capable of it.
The Headmaster didn't like gambling, but he had tried to control everything and it hadn't worked very well. Going on with that strategy seemed more dangerous than trying something else. Resolution showed on the old wizard's face, as he began to formulate a new plan.
Even a gambler could hedge his bets.
Chapter 1 - Reflections and Resolutions
Krum Manor, Bulgaria : Early July, morning
