#dumbledoresthroughandthrough

[regretismyconstantcompanion]

Albus was hunched over his desk, glasses on as he worked on his Deluminator. He had almost perfected it, although there were still a few more glitches to be worked out. He was quite proud of this invention and confident that he would one day get it fully operational. Gellert was told him so many months earlier, apparently he'd had a vision of it working in the future! He'd seen a young red headed boy using it and beside him was a darker hair boy with glasses and lightening bolt scar of all things! Gellerts visions always did fascinate him and this latest one was certainly remarkable. Who were these boys and what exactly where they doing with his invention? Perhaps in the future he would go on to sell it, although that had certainly never been his intention. He had briefly wondered if perhaps the two boys were his sons, although he knew that was highly unlikely. "Dumbledore." Albus looked up sharply at the voice, looking around the room that was empty. He frowned slightly. "Hello?" He called out. It was the summer holidays at Hogwarts and very few students or faculty had remained behind. He hadn't been expecting visitors and besides, that voice was unfamiliar. "Dumbledore!" Albus stood this time, looking around the room with the Deluminator in hand. Just then it suddenly lit up itself and he paused as the voice called to him again. Wait, was someone trying to call him... through the Deluminator? He gasped softly, thinking of Gellerts vision. The boys! The red head and lightening scar! What if they were in trouble? What if they were experimenting in the future? He felt almost a tug toward it, and then there was a bright light and then... he was falling. It was similar to apparating but not quite. It felt longer, more our of his control as he turned an swirled and his stomach churned. There was another bright flash of light and then suddenly he was dropped sharply onto the ground and only just managed to catch himself before he fell. He groaned slightly, his stomach protesting and he feared he may be sick as his head swam. @dumbledoresthroughndthrough

[regretismyconstantcompanion]

"You're far too kind to me Harry, you always are." Albus was certain he felt a slight flush rise up in his cheeks. He still didn't know how Harry could think so highly of him, given everything he knew of the future that he came from. He reached out and gave his hand a gentle squeeze, needing him to know how much his words meant to him even if he struggled to be able to clearly say them himself.

(Private Harry/Albus RP between myself and @regretismyconstantcompanion - you are welcome to read along, but if you have comments, please add them in the tags, but don't reblog as another post, as this could prove confusing. 🙂)

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Was this the moment his former Headmaster had foretold? It had happened within the blink of an eye. For the first moment, Harry had been enshrouded with the uproar of a hundred voices all cheering as the body of Tom Riddle collapsed to the floor, finally defeated. In the next, there was a sudden deafening silence, as though a charm had been placed upon the crowd. However, as Harry turned on the spot, he found himself very much alone.

There was something very disconcerting about the Great Hall being vacant of people. Even within the whispers of an early morning, students could be found speaking softly at the tables within, helping themselves to goblets of pumpkin juice and a slice of toast, as they prepared for the day of learning ahead.

Those tables which had been upturned in the battle, were now upright once more, yet void of placemats. Harry walked along between Ravenclaw and Gryffindor, skimming his fingers along the wood. This room had not yet seen the perils of war, had not known the horror of its students being murdered within.

Truth be told, it was a fact Harry himself struggled to comphrend, as he thought of the past few hours he had endured with his friends. But that had all disappeared, and now he was left with a facade of what was to come. In a time where his memories could be seen as prophecy.

[firendgold]

I designed this as a tattoo I might get. Wondered what you thought?

I'm so late on seeing/responding to this, but holy shit this is amazing! I'm sure by now you've gotten the tattoo already but consider this my biggest thumbs-up/yeah boi ever. I absolutely love the phoenix burning bright and almost highlighting Harry's declaration of love and loyalty.

[regretismyconstantcompanion]

"I'm not worried, Harry," said Dumbledore, his voice a little stronger despite the freezing water. "I am with you." Dumbledore was grateful that Harry was capable of apparating them away from the cave, knowing that he was in little condition to do so. He felt that uncomfortable sense of compression. Then the scent of salt and the sea breeze was gone and he opened his eyes and saw they had arrived safely into Hogsmeade. He was leaning heavily on Harry, wanting to stand but his legs refused to obey him. He swayed slightly, Harrys words that sounded full of rejoice bounced around his skull. Yes, they had 'done it' but at what cost? His stomach churned and his legs felt like jelly. He knew he responded to Harry but even his own words felt heavy, distant and then suddenly he was hitting the around hard with a groan.

[regretismyconstantcompanion]

"Thank you. I came as quickly as I could. I'm afraid the Ministry requested my presence shortly after I arrived back at the school." Dumbledore entered the house. "I'm glad Miss Granger and Master and Miss Weasley are here." At least he hadn't been alone. He was looking better then when he had left.

HP Year 5 AU Albus takes custody of Harry. Private RP with @regretismyconstantcompanion

[regretismyconstantcompanion]

"I fear neither of us were destined to have an easy life but at least we get to experience our struggles together." Albus offered him a small smile as he reached out and gave his hand a gentle squeeze. "These will not be on forever, I'm certain that the Ministry will remove them before too long." Of course, if they didn't, Albus was certain he could find a way to remove them. "Grindelwald is in Paris, he's going to hold a rally to recruit more followers. I don't know when but I've warned Newt and Theseus, his brother. He works for the Ministry. We can trust him." Albus assured him. "They know I sent Newt to New York and now Paris." He paused, realising Harry had been gone for so long and there was so much he didn't know. "We located the Obscurial, in New York."

(Private Harry/Albus RP between myself and @regretismyconstantcompanion - you are welcome to read along, but if you have comments, please add them in the tags, but don't reblog as another post, as this could prove confusing. 🙂)

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Was this the moment his former Headmaster had foretold? It had happened within the blink of an eye. For the first moment, Harry had been enshrouded with the uproar of a hundred voices all cheering as the body of Tom Riddle collapsed to the floor, finally defeated. In the next, there was a sudden deafening silence, as though a charm had been placed upon the crowd. However, as Harry turned on the spot, he found himself very much alone.

There was something very disconcerting about the Great Hall being vacant of people. Even within the whispers of an early morning, students could be found speaking softly at the tables within, helping themselves to goblets of pumpkin juice and a slice of toast, as they prepared for the day of learning ahead.

Those tables which had been upturned in the battle, were now upright once more, yet void of placemats. Harry walked along between Ravenclaw and Gryffindor, skimming his fingers along the wood. This room had not yet seen the perils of war, had not known the horror of its students being murdered within.

Truth be told, it was a fact Harry himself struggled to comphrend, as he thought of the past few hours he had endured with his friends. But that had all disappeared, and now he was left with a facade of what was to come. In a time where his memories could be seen as prophecy.

[regretismyconstantcompanion]

"Of course. I never took it off." Albus assured him. He had quite liked wearing it, having a tiny piece of Harry with him always. It had been a lovely surprise when he had given it to him. "I truly do absolutely adore it and I can't imagine ever taking it off. It was a gift from you." He stroked his cheek gently. "I only wish that I'd had something to gift you in return but we still have plenty of time for that." It didn't necessarily have to be a ring but he did want to give Harry something now that he had returned home.

(Private Harry/Albus RP between myself and @regretismyconstantcompanion - you are welcome to read along, but if you have comments, please add them in the tags, but don't reblog as another post, as this could prove confusing. 🙂)

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Was this the moment his former Headmaster had foretold? It had happened within the blink of an eye. For the first moment, Harry had been enshrouded with the uproar of a hundred voices all cheering as the body of Tom Riddle collapsed to the floor, finally defeated. In the next, there was a sudden deafening silence, as though a charm had been placed upon the crowd. However, as Harry turned on the spot, he found himself very much alone.

There was something very disconcerting about the Great Hall being vacant of people. Even within the whispers of an early morning, students could be found speaking softly at the tables within, helping themselves to goblets of pumpkin juice and a slice of toast, as they prepared for the day of learning ahead.

Those tables which had been upturned in the battle, were now upright once more, yet void of placemats. Harry walked along between Ravenclaw and Gryffindor, skimming his fingers along the wood. This room had not yet seen the perils of war, had not known the horror of its students being murdered within.

Truth be told, it was a fact Harry himself struggled to comphrend, as he thought of the past few hours he had endured with his friends. But that had all disappeared, and now he was left with a facade of what was to come. In a time where his memories could be seen as prophecy.

[regretismyconstantcompanion]

Albus paused at the suggestion. He wasn't sure that was such a good idea. Not that he would remember any of this when he eventually returned to his own time. But should he risk speaking to his future - dead- self? Would it help Harry come to terms with everything that had happened and perhaps find closure? "Alright." Albus nodded slightly. "I'll come with you."

Albus was hunched over his desk, glasses on as he worked on his Deluminator. He had almost perfected it, although there were still a few more glitches to be worked out. He was quite proud of this invention and confident that he would one day get it fully operational. Gellert was told him so many months earlier, apparently he'd had a vision of it working in the future! He'd seen a young red headed boy using it and beside him was a darker hair boy with glasses and lightening bolt scar of all things! Gellerts visions always did fascinate him and this latest one was certainly remarkable. Who were these boys and what exactly where they doing with his invention? Perhaps in the future he would go on to sell it, although that had certainly never been his intention. He had briefly wondered if perhaps the two boys were his sons, although he knew that was highly unlikely. "Dumbledore." Albus looked up sharply at the voice, looking around the room that was empty. He frowned slightly. "Hello?" He called out. It was the summer holidays at Hogwarts and very few students or faculty had remained behind. He hadn't been expecting visitors and besides, that voice was unfamiliar. "Dumbledore!" Albus stood this time, looking around the room with the Deluminator in hand. Just then it suddenly lit up itself and he paused as the voice called to him again. Wait, was someone trying to call him... through the Deluminator? He gasped softly, thinking of Gellerts vision. The boys! The red head and lightening scar! What if they were in trouble? What if they were experimenting in the future? He felt almost a tug toward it, and then there was a bright light and then... he was falling. It was similar to apparating but not quite. It felt longer, more our of his control as he turned an swirled and his stomach churned. There was another bright flash of light and then suddenly he was dropped sharply onto the ground and only just managed to catch himself before he fell. He groaned slightly, his stomach protesting and he feared he may be sick as his head swam. @dumbledoresthroughndthrough

[regretismyconstantcompanion]

"It's been a long year without you." Albus smiled at him. "I did wonder if perhaps you had decided to stay with your friends and maybe that Albus if he was still there in the future. I know you said you wouldn't, but I couldn't have begrudged you that chance at being happy there." He had missed him so much. The first few weeks and months had been the worst but he'd had no choice but to carry on, hopeful Harry would return. But even that hope had been dwindling these past few months when he still hadn't returned.

(Private Harry/Albus RP between myself and @regretismyconstantcompanion - you are welcome to read along, but if you have comments, please add them in the tags, but don't reblog as another post, as this could prove confusing. 🙂)

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Was this the moment his former Headmaster had foretold? It had happened within the blink of an eye. For the first moment, Harry had been enshrouded with the uproar of a hundred voices all cheering as the body of Tom Riddle collapsed to the floor, finally defeated. In the next, there was a sudden deafening silence, as though a charm had been placed upon the crowd. However, as Harry turned on the spot, he found himself very much alone.

There was something very disconcerting about the Great Hall being vacant of people. Even within the whispers of an early morning, students could be found speaking softly at the tables within, helping themselves to goblets of pumpkin juice and a slice of toast, as they prepared for the day of learning ahead.

Those tables which had been upturned in the battle, were now upright once more, yet void of placemats. Harry walked along between Ravenclaw and Gryffindor, skimming his fingers along the wood. This room had not yet seen the perils of war, had not known the horror of its students being murdered within.

Truth be told, it was a fact Harry himself struggled to comphrend, as he thought of the past few hours he had endured with his friends. But that had all disappeared, and now he was left with a facade of what was to come. In a time where his memories could be seen as prophecy.

[regretismyconstantcompanion]

Albus held him so tightly to him, almost crushing him against his chest. "Oh Harry, I really thought you weren't coming back." He sniffled. "I waited for days, weeks. I thought something might have gone wrong or that you had somehow met up with Voldemort or just decided not to come back and I..." Another soft sob escaped him. "I've missed you so much."

(Private Harry/Albus RP between myself and @regretismyconstantcompanion - you are welcome to read along, but if you have comments, please add them in the tags, but don't reblog as another post, as this could prove confusing. 🙂)

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Was this the moment his former Headmaster had foretold? It had happened within the blink of an eye. For the first moment, Harry had been enshrouded with the uproar of a hundred voices all cheering as the body of Tom Riddle collapsed to the floor, finally defeated. In the next, there was a sudden deafening silence, as though a charm had been placed upon the crowd. However, as Harry turned on the spot, he found himself very much alone.

There was something very disconcerting about the Great Hall being vacant of people. Even within the whispers of an early morning, students could be found speaking softly at the tables within, helping themselves to goblets of pumpkin juice and a slice of toast, as they prepared for the day of learning ahead.

Those tables which had been upturned in the battle, were now upright once more, yet void of placemats. Harry walked along between Ravenclaw and Gryffindor, skimming his fingers along the wood. This room had not yet seen the perils of war, had not known the horror of its students being murdered within.

Truth be told, it was a fact Harry himself struggled to comphrend, as he thought of the past few hours he had endured with his friends. But that had all disappeared, and now he was left with a facade of what was to come. In a time where his memories could be seen as prophecy.

[regretismyconstantcompanion]

"Technically, I didn't make the original decision to send you back. But I believe it was for you, to get the answers you were seeking then. About me, Gellert, the ways you thought I'd perhaps let you down. The first time you lived through all of this, you were almost convinced I had indeed raised you like a pig for slaughter when nothing could have been further from the truth. But you needed to see that for yourself." Albus said gently. "I think he knew that you'd never be able to truly move on if you didn't understand everything, just what you meant to him. That we fell in love back in the 20s, I don't think was part of the original plan."

(Private Harry/Albus RP between myself and @regretismyconstantcompanion - you are welcome to read along, but if you have comments, please add them in the tags, but don't reblog as another post, as this could prove confusing. 🙂)

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Was this the moment his former Headmaster had foretold? It had happened within the blink of an eye. For the first moment, Harry had been enshrouded with the uproar of a hundred voices all cheering as the body of Tom Riddle collapsed to the floor, finally defeated. In the next, there was a sudden deafening silence, as though a charm had been placed upon the crowd. However, as Harry turned on the spot, he found himself very much alone.

There was something very disconcerting about the Great Hall being vacant of people. Even within the whispers of an early morning, students could be found speaking softly at the tables within, helping themselves to goblets of pumpkin juice and a slice of toast, as they prepared for the day of learning ahead.

Those tables which had been upturned in the battle, were now upright once more, yet void of placemats. Harry walked along between Ravenclaw and Gryffindor, skimming his fingers along the wood. This room had not yet seen the perils of war, had not known the horror of its students being murdered within.

Truth be told, it was a fact Harry himself struggled to comphrend, as he thought of the past few hours he had endured with his friends. But that had all disappeared, and now he was left with a facade of what was to come. In a time where his memories could be seen as prophecy.

[regretismyconstantcompanion]

"Do you want to stay here for awhile?" Dumbledore asked him gently, wondering if he would prefer to be here where Sirius had lived.

"I'm not worried, Harry," said Dumbledore, his voice a little stronger despite the freezing water. "I am with you." Dumbledore was grateful that Harry was capable of apparating them away from the cave, knowing that he was in little condition to do so. He felt that uncomfortable sense of compression. Then the scent of salt and the sea breeze was gone and he opened his eyes and saw they had arrived safely into Hogsmeade. He was leaning heavily on Harry, wanting to stand but his legs refused to obey him. He swayed slightly, Harrys words that sounded full of rejoice bounced around his skull. Yes, they had 'done it' but at what cost? His stomach churned and his legs felt like jelly. He knew he responded to Harry but even his own words felt heavy, distant and then suddenly he was hitting the around hard with a groan.

[regretismyconstantcompanion]

Dumbledore had spent the rest of the morning pacing. He hadn't meant for Harry to leave the castle permanently but sometimes, most of the time, he didn't understand what the boy wanted. He had said he felt isolated from his friends and so he had suggested he leave for the Weasleys. He had plenty of friends there and Miss Granger would also visit soon enough. What was keeping Harry here? He was unhappy, lonely. He was pushing him away now that he had found out about his past with Gellert. He'd said he no longer wanted him to adopt him. What was here for him?

But he couldn't simply let him go without chasing after him. At least to explain what he had meant. Perhaps offer an explanation and insight into his relationship with Gellert if he wanted to hear it. So he found himself at Grimmauld Place, knowing Harry would he there. He knocked and waited, unsure if he would even be welcome

"I'm not worried, Harry," said Dumbledore, his voice a little stronger despite the freezing water. "I am with you." Dumbledore was grateful that Harry was capable of apparating them away from the cave, knowing that he was in little condition to do so. He felt that uncomfortable sense of compression. Then the scent of salt and the sea breeze was gone and he opened his eyes and saw they had arrived safely into Hogsmeade. He was leaning heavily on Harry, wanting to stand but his legs refused to obey him. He swayed slightly, Harrys words that sounded full of rejoice bounced around his skull. Yes, they had 'done it' but at what cost? His stomach churned and his legs felt like jelly. He knew he responded to Harry but even his own words felt heavy, distant and then suddenly he was hitting the around hard with a groan.

[regretismyconstantcompanion]

Dumbledore stared at Harry for a moment. "The Half Blood Prince was Severus, Harry." He said quietly after a brief silence. He'd heard the rumours through the school, all those years ago and then he'd seen it written in a few text books of Snapes when he had been a student.

"I'm not worried, Harry," said Dumbledore, his voice a little stronger despite the freezing water. "I am with you." Dumbledore was grateful that Harry was capable of apparating them away from the cave, knowing that he was in little condition to do so. He felt that uncomfortable sense of compression. Then the scent of salt and the sea breeze was gone and he opened his eyes and saw they had arrived safely into Hogsmeade. He was leaning heavily on Harry, wanting to stand but his legs refused to obey him. He swayed slightly, Harrys words that sounded full of rejoice bounced around his skull. Yes, they had 'done it' but at what cost? His stomach churned and his legs felt like jelly. He knew he responded to Harry but even his own words felt heavy, distant and then suddenly he was hitting the around hard with a groan.

[regretismyconstantcompanion]

"Well if there is anything else bothering you, you can always come to me Harry." Dumbledore assured him. He always wanted Harry to feel he could come to him with any concerns or worries that he might have.

"I'm not worried, Harry," said Dumbledore, his voice a little stronger despite the freezing water. "I am with you." Dumbledore was grateful that Harry was capable of apparating them away from the cave, knowing that he was in little condition to do so. He felt that uncomfortable sense of compression. Then the scent of salt and the sea breeze was gone and he opened his eyes and saw they had arrived safely into Hogsmeade. He was leaning heavily on Harry, wanting to stand but his legs refused to obey him. He swayed slightly, Harrys words that sounded full of rejoice bounced around his skull. Yes, they had 'done it' but at what cost? His stomach churned and his legs felt like jelly. He knew he responded to Harry but even his own words felt heavy, distant and then suddenly he was hitting the around hard with a groan.

[regretismyconstantcompanion]

Dumbledore paused briefly to speak with Remus before he followed Harry back up to the castle. "How are you Harry?" He knew it had been an overwhelming day and he was pleased that the boy had gone to Remus so neither of them had been alone.

"I'm not worried, Harry," said Dumbledore, his voice a little stronger despite the freezing water. "I am with you." Dumbledore was grateful that Harry was capable of apparating them away from the cave, knowing that he was in little condition to do so. He felt that uncomfortable sense of compression. Then the scent of salt and the sea breeze was gone and he opened his eyes and saw they had arrived safely into Hogsmeade. He was leaning heavily on Harry, wanting to stand but his legs refused to obey him. He swayed slightly, Harrys words that sounded full of rejoice bounced around his skull. Yes, they had 'done it' but at what cost? His stomach churned and his legs felt like jelly. He knew he responded to Harry but even his own words felt heavy, distant and then suddenly he was hitting the around hard with a groan.