Chapter 632 - Dumbledore’s Office Ⅱ (2/2)
James steps inside to see Professor Albus Dumbledore sitting behind an enormous, claw-footed desk. Blue eyes stare at him from behind half-moon spectacles. Long silvery hair and beard neatly sweep to the stone floor as Fawkes hums in the corner of the office. Various instruments whirl around emitting little puffs of smoke. More than a few portraits sneakily peek down at him, while in the corner on a shelf, a shabby, tattered wizard's pointed hat, the Sorting Hat sits.
”Is there something the matter, Mr. Potter?” Albus asked.
”I wish to discuss a matter of importance, Professor Dumbledore,” James firmly declared.
Seeing the determined expression on the youth before him, Albus gestures for him to have a seat and close the door. ”Very well, Mr. Potter, you have my attention.”
Strangely enough, Albus hides a frown at sensing unusually strong shields in place in the boy's mind. It was rather unusual given James Potter's nature. And Fleamont Potter most certainly would not have taught his son how to hide his mind. Pureblood or not Fleamont Potter did not have the talent nor the interest in said subject.
James sits down before the Headmaster and presses his lips into a thin line. Taking a deep breath, he finally gains the courage to say, ”Sir, I'm not the fourteen-year-old, James Potter that you know. Rather I am twenty-one years old and I died on October 31st, 1981.”
Albus's eyes slightly narrow as he slowly says, ”Go on, Mr. Potter.”
”I'm fairly certain, I am from a mirror world that our timelines are similar enough but different at the same time,” James explained. ”I'm not sure what exactly happened but I died protecting my wife and my son-. And when I woke up, I was suddenly fourteen again. I thought I'd gone back in time, but slowly small things added up one at a time to reveal that this is not my original world.”
Albus rests his hands on his chest and brings his fingers together as he rests the tip of his chin on one of his fingertips. ”Then Mr. Potter, if that is indeed the case, why have you come to see me?”
”If this world is indeed a parallel world to mine,” James cautiously said, ”then you are the secret keeper of the Order of the Phoenix. And if that is indeed still the case that means that you-know-who.”
James paused at seeing Dumbledore's skeptical expression. A bit embarrassed for some reason, James cleared his throat, ”What I mean to say is that Lord Voldemort exists in this timeline as well.” Find authorized novels in , faster updates, better experience, Please click #%E2%80%99s-office-%E2%85%B1_50676532347195159 for visiting.
Dumbledore's piercing eyes intently stare at James as he feels an incredibly strong force easily breach his mind. James quickly opens his mind for Dumbledore to see a span of memories regarding the Death Eaters, and his own death ending in a green flash. Dumbledore slowly withdraws after viewing all said memories as James is left with a bit of a pulsing headache.
Albus Dumbledore's blue eyes dim down now laden with sorrow and grave emotions. ”Thank you, Mr. Potter,” Albus tiredly said. ”However, just what is that you are asking of me?”
”Allow me to join the Order of the Phoenix,” James bluntly stated. ”I can provide intel and my skills as an Auror.”
Albus solemnly ponders the request, before replying, ”As much as I would like to take you up on your offer, Mr. Potter. At present, your body is that of a fourteen-year-old boy, who is still attending Hogwarts in his fifth year and has yet to graduate. You will not be of much use to the Order of the Phoenix nor would any member of the Ministry of Magic accept such a fantastical tale.”