Harry Potter and the Secrets of Dumbledore

Harry Potter and the Secrets of Dumbledore

Chapter 11

Magical Minnesota

Harry wished he could turn over and go back to sleep awhile longer, but there was far too much to do today. He dragged himself out of bed and into the shower, which helped to wake him. He dressed and headed into the kitchen to find the boys had already eaten and the rest were just sitting down to breakfast.

"Harry dear, sit down and get started. I'll get you some coffee." Molly was always so cheerful in the morning. Harry often wondered how she had survived seven children who were not particularly morning people.

Once breakfast was finished, Harry asked, "Aunt Petunia, aren't you going to be late?"

"I thought I'd skip it today and get some rest."

"I don't think so." Harry said in a calm, but firm voice. "After what you've been through in the past week, I'd think you would realize the importance of learning as much as you can as fast as you can. In fact, I've arranged more intensive lessons with Evan in Defense Against the Dark Arts for you. We won the battle last night, but the war is far from over. Do you understand what I'm saying?"

"You're right. I don't know what I was thinking," Petunia replied slightly embarrassed, but making the best of it. "Seems my nephew, the headmaster, won't excuse me today. So, if you'll all excuse me, I'll change and get to school."

Harry turned to the rest of them, "Now as to you lot. Ron and I will apparate to the Burrow first and check it out. Once we're satisfied, we'll floo you a message and the rest of you can go home. Then we'll put up the guardian charm."

Everyone agreed. Ron and Harry left immediately. About fifteen minutes later, Harry's head appeared in the fireplace with the all clear signal. Molly went first followed by the boys with Hermione bringing up the rear.

Harry convinced the boys to stay in the house while the four of them went outside for a short while. As they walked toward the property line, Molly asked what they were going to do. Harry explained the guardian charm and how they were going to add their powers to his to increase the potency.

Once they reached the property line, they spent a few minutes checking the surrounding area to make sure no-one else was around. Once satisfied, Harry faced the house and told them each to put a hand on his shoulders and back and to allow their powers to join his. He raised his arms, palms facing the house, closed his eyes, and quietly whispered the words of the incantation. The deep blue light extended from his hands to encircle the property. It hovered for a moment and then faded out.

"Okay, that's done. Let's get back to the boys."

Molly said, "Harry dear, I've known you for almost thirty years and you never cease to amaze me!"

"Can't have you getting bored with me, now can I?"

They walked into the house to find all three boys in a wrestling match. "Well, they seem no worse for wear." Harry chuckled and said, "Boys I've got to go. Can I have a hug goodbye?"

Ron and Hermione both shook their heads and closed their eyes. The next thing Harry knew, all three boys had jumped on him at once and he was flat on his back.

Ron opened his eyes, crossed his arms, and said, "Benedict may not be able to kill you, but your godsons just might!"

"Do they always have to do things together?"

Hermione shrugged her shoulders and calmly said, "Not if you call them one at a time."

Harry looked up at them and said, "Right...I'll try to remember that."

He stood up and tossed some floo powder into the fireplace. "Minerva McGonagall, Hogwarts."

"Yes Harry."

"Minerva, I'll be in my office in just a few minutes. If you've got some time, I'd like you to be there so I can relay the events of last night to you and the gallery at the same time."

"That will be fine. I don't have class for almost an hour. I'll see you there."

"I'm so far behind already today, I can't believe it. I'll be in touch." With that he apparated to the Hillside, walked into his bedroom, picked up the paperweight, and ended up in his office just as Minerva walked through the door.

"Well, that was timing. How are you today? Did everyone get out alright last night?"

Minerva covered her mouth as she yawned. "I'm a little tired, but otherwise alright, thank you. Everyone managed to leave shortly after you did. The two severely injured Aurors are at St. Mungo's, the rest are doing well in our hospital. The bodies of the fallen have all been returned to their home countries."

"Efficient as ever I see. Thank you for all your help. I don't know what I'd do without you! Please, sit down."

Harry relayed the details of the mission to Minerva and the gallery. He managed to get through the entire story uninterrupted...which was nothing short of a miracle! When he finished, no-one made a sound. This was highly unusual and caused Harry to be very suspicious and concerned.

"Okay, what is the bad news you prefer not to tell me?"

Dumbledore finally spoke up. "Harry, after long discussions and going through our type of research, I'm afraid you are correct in your assumption...it is bad news. The procedure the snake told you about is valid. It is a very ancient and dangerous magic which has not been tried for many centuries."

Taking a deep breath, Harry said, "Go on."

"Assuming Benedict is successful in this procedure, and there is no reason to believe he won't be, Dudley will be a far greater danger to you than Benedict is, or Voldemort ever was. You were able to destroy Voldemort, and are able to destroy Benedict, but you can not kill Dudley. In fact, there are only two people who will be able to do that."

Almost afraid of the answer, Harry had to ask. "Just who might those two be?"

The first is Benedict. Performing the procedure, he would leave himself the ability to kill him in case of some treachery or at some time when he simply had no more use for him. The second is his mother."

"WHAT?" Harry roared.

"The blood bond between mother and son is far greater than that of aunt and nephew or cousins. It is the one condition that Benedict has absolutely no control over. Hopefully, that fact will not occur to Benedict, as it has an outside chance of working in your favor."

Harry sat there stunned. "How am I ever going to explain this to Aunt Petunia?"

"You can't," Dumbledore said rather sternly.

"What do you mean...I can't? It's her son. She has a right to know what is happening to him whether it is good or bad!"

"Let me clarify. You can tell her about the procedure. That Dudley is now magical and that he has chosen to side with Benedict. Any other details you may want to share are all fine...except...she must not know that she is only one of two people who can kill him. A mother can not dwell on the possibility of destroying her only child. If it comes down to a situation where she is confronted by that choice, it must be spontaneous."

Harry's mind was racing. He needed time alone. Time away from everyone and from Britain itself. He quickly made a decision.

"Minerva, please cancel tonight's staff meeting and re-schedule it for Thursday night. After I brief Remus and Mad-Eye, I will be out of touch for a few days. I need some time alone and am sure the school will survive without me for a few days. Also, would you ask Evan to come up here as soon as possible."

Seeing the look in his eyes, Minerva knew better than to ask questions. He had done this a few times before and had always returned calm and clear of mind. She hoped it would work again.

"I'll take care of everything, Harry. You just do what you have to do. I'll send Evan straight away." She stood up and started walking toward the door. She stopped, turned around, and asked, "What do you want me to tell Antonia and Petunia?"

Harry looked up at her and ran his fingers through his hair. "My God, this has thrown me for a bigger loop than I realized. How could I have forgotten them...especially Toni! Just tell them I've been called away on urgent business and I'll explain when I return."

Without saying another word, Minerva simply gave a small nod and left.

After watching Harry pace around the room, mumbling to himself for a few minutes, Professor Dippet said, "Relax, dear boy, you're going to wear out the floor."

Harry stopped and gazed at the portrait. "Relax? You've got to be kidding. I've just been told that my fat, dunce, criminal cousin is being infused with magic. This being possible because he was born with a tiny amount of magic that was never developed or even known about, except by his mother and Albus. This magic undoubtedly is almost all extremely dark in nature, and is being given to him by someone who wants to take over the world. On top of that, I can't do a damn thing about it. Only his mentor and his mother have the ability to permanently stop him. One won't do anything unless he screws up or doesn't follow directions. The other can't even know that she is the only one with the power to stop him because it has to be spontaneous. Relax? Sure, no prob..."

Fortunately, there was a knock at the door, stopping Harry's rant.

"Come in, Evan."

"You wanted to see me?"

"Yeah...please, sit down."

Even walked over and sat in the chair in front of the desk, never taking his eyes off Harry. He could tell something was wrong, but waited for Harry to say whatever it was in his own time.

"I can't explain at the moment, so please don't even ask. You'll just have to bear with me and trust I have my reasons."

"Alright."

"You once told me you had a house on some lake in Minnesota where you spend your summer holiday and occasional weekends. I need to get away for some private time for a few days and was wondering if you would allow me to borrow the place?"

"Certainly," Evan said with a look of curiosity. "It's a fairly secluded area on Lake Minnetonka, which is right out the back door. It's also surrounded by woods on the other three sides. Of course, the leaves are all gone, but there are a substantial number conifers to provide privacy, even during the winter."

"Sounds perfect," Harry said. "I really appreciate it."

Evan pulled a key chain out of his pocket and held it out for Harry to take. "You'll need these."

"Keys, Evan?"

"Harry, it is a completely muggle area. People might get curious if you just go 'popping' about."

"You're right, I hadn't thought about that. What is the second key for?"

"That one is for the jeep in the garage. Feel free to use it if you get the urge. Just remember to drive on the right side of the road!" Evan said with a smile.

"Well, we'll see about that," Harry said as he put the keys in his pocket.

Evan turned serious. "Harry, I don't know what this is about and I'm not asking. I would suggest you take some time to go into downtown Minneapolis. Observe and listen to the people as they walk the skyways or have lunch. It may inadvertently help you find some of the answers you seek."

Harry looked at him with a curious, though thoughtful, expression.

"Remember, you can't do it all by yourself. Good luck. I'll see you Thursday evening." That said, Evan stood and started to leave.

"Oh, one more thing Evan."

Evan stopped to face Harry and raised his eyebrows.

"I want you to start teaching Aunt Petunia the unforgivable curses. Somehow be subtle about approaching the subject, but get her started on them as soon as possible. Don't ask. Let's just say it is imperative she become very good at them."

"Whatever you want...I'll do my best. Good luck in Minnesota." Evan turned to leave and stopped. "Oh, I almost forgot."

"What?"

"It seems rather trivial at the moment, but here goes. Next Thursday is Thanksgiving in America, and I thought we could celebrate it here as part of the cultural exchange you started at the beginning of the term."

"Sounds like a good idea. In fact, why don't you invite some of the Ministers and their families who had to endure last weeks nightmare. I would suggest you keep it to those who speak English though, as I would prefer not to cast the language spell in front of the students. Make the arrangements with Minerva and talk to Dobby about the menu."

"Thanks Harry. See you in a few days."

*******

Back at the Hillside, Harry pulled a backpack out of the storage area and packed warm clothes, boots, and gloves. Not sure where he was going to go or what he might do for the next three days, he actually over packed a bit. He changed his clothes, strapped the pack to his back and apparated to headquarters.

"Planning on climbing Mount Everest, Harry?" Remus asked with a smile.

"He's got most of the gear for it in that pack," Moody said as his electric blue eye scanned the pack that Harry had leaned against the wall.

"There's no privacy with you around, is there?" Harry said with a bit of annoyance in his voice. "I'm going to Minnesota for a few days for some solitude. Now do you want to hear about the mission, or should I just be on my way?"

"Bit touchy today?" Remus mused. "Please...do go on with the briefing."

Harry launched into all the details of the mission from the night before, stopping only to answer questions that came up during the discourse. He continued by filling them in on the verification the gallery had given him just a few hours before. He also informed them of the conclusion they reached.

"No wonder you need a few days alone," Remus said. "I don't even know what to think at this point."

"Well, think all you want...just don't mention it to anyone. Beside the two of you, no one else knows about this except Minerva. I think it best to keep it that way for everyone's sake."

Mad-Eye chimed in with, "Remember, constant vigilance! Just because you will be out of country doesn't mean you'll be safe."

"I know that, but I can't and won't live hidden away like some rare precious gem or something. I'll be careful, don't worry. In fact, I've got to go to Gringotts to change some money into American currency. I don't need to haul that thing through Diagon Alley, so I'll just leave it here. Be back for it in a few minutes."

While he was gone Moody studied the pack. He pulled a small vial out of his pocket, opened the pack, and poured the clear liquid over Harry's clothes and boots. He pulled out his wand and pointed it at the contents to dry the liquid. He closed the pack and sat back down at the table where he had left his cup of tea.

"Really Mad-Eye...spying on Harry? Don't you think he'll figure it out?

"Remus, I'm not spying on anybody. It's a colorless and odorless liquid which has already dried into the clothes and boots. We can't see or hear him or even know exactly where he is unless he is in danger. At that point it will send a signal to us and we can apparate straight to his side. It's just a precaution. I greatly admire the man for his care and concern for others. Unfortunately, he doesn't always take the necessary precautions regarding himself."

The two men sat quietly discussing the mission and the situation regarding Dudley while drinking their tea.

Harry returned with an apology. "Sorry it took so long. The bank was more crowded than usual." He walked over and swung the pack onto his back. "Alright then, I'll see you, probably on Friday. If you need me before that, just contact Evan. I'll be at his house in Minnesota." He gave them a smile and a nod, then, disappeared.

Once Harry had gone, Mad-Eye took the empty vial out of his pocket and placed it on the middle of the table. "If that vial turns red and gives off a high pitched whistle, he's in trouble and we go to Minnesota!"

*******

Harry appeared in the middle of the living room in Evan's house. He stood there looking around. It was larger than Evan had described and a bit more traditional than he had imagined. The ceiling and trim molding were all painted white, while the walls were a pale celery green color. The entire length of one wall was floor to ceiling drapes. With a small wave of his hand, Harry opened the drapes, which revealed a magnificent view of the frozen lake.

Harry found the master bedroom, where he took off the pack and leaned it against the wall. The view from the bedroom equaled that of the living room. He proceeded to the kitchen and family room, and found the views from those rooms to be that of the woods. He watched as a couple of squirrels chased each other around the woods and then up into an oak tree.

He found a note on the kitchen counter addressed to him. He couldn't imagine who it could be from. He opened and read it.

Harry,

I popped over while you were at headquarters to turn on the furnace and put some food in the refrigerator. I hope you find whatever you need to find in yourself. I also hope you get some well deserved rest. Don't forget to go downtown. Listen and observe!

See you Thursday,

Evan

Harry took a beer out of the refrigerator and returned to the living room where he started a fire in the fireplace. He sat in an overstuffed chair where he could see both the lake and the fireplace.

He finished the beer quickly, stared into the fireplace, and let his mind wander. Eventually, he drifted off to sleep as the empty bottle slowly fell to the floor.

A couple of hours later, Harry woke with a start and it took a moment to remember where he was. He looked out the window and noticed several children had cleared the snow off an area of the frozen lake and were ice skating. He marveled at the innocence and joy of getting out of school for the day and simply enjoying what nature had to offer.

He went into the bedroom, put on his snow boots, a heavy jacket, and gloves, and ventured outside to explore the grounds. He headed toward the lake where the kids were skating and just watched and listened. A feeling of envy came over him as he unconsciously compared this to his own childhood...so much of it spent in that damn cupboard. Even Dudley hadn't experienced anything like this. What would his life be like if his parents hadn't been killed and he had grown up with them in Godric's Hollow? Would Dudley have grown up differently if Harry hadn't been there?

"Hey, who are you?"

Harry looked around and finally found the source of the question. "I'm Harry, who are you?"

"I'm Sean. I've never seen you around here before. Did you just move here?"

"No, a friend of mine is letting me use his house for a few days. It's that one there, with the big window."

"That's Evan's house. Do you know Evan? He's over in England teaching at some special school. He doesn't get to come home too much 'cuz it's so far away. You talk funny. Are from England?"

"Yes, I know Evan. I run the school he's teaching at. Yes, I'm from England... and I might say that you talk funny. Do you always ask so many questions and tell people so much in between all those questions?

"Sure. How else do you get to know stuff if you don't ask questions? If you're really a teacher you should know that. Don't kids in England ask questions?"

"Of course, I know that asking questions is how you learn things. And yes, kids in England ask questions, just not all at once and not as fast."

"Well, I wanted to know about you and don't have a lot of time. I want to skate some more before my mom calls me in for dinner. It's going to be dark soon and she doesn't like me out after dark, especially on the lake."

"I think I like you Sean."

"I like you too. How about skating with us tomorrow after school?"

"It's been a long time since I've done any ice skating, and I don't have any skates."

"Evan has ice skates, and I bet they'd fit you. I know he wouldn't mind if you borrowed them."

"I'll see if I can find them. You'd better get going now, it's starting to get dark."

"Okay Harry. I'll see you tomorrow. Bye!"

Harry watched as Sean returned to his friends, sure he was filling them in on 'that man over there'. He continued his walk as the kids scattered to return to their families for the evening meal.

He walked aimlessly as his emotions took over again wondering...what if mum and dad hadn't died. What would my life be like? Would Voldemort still be alive? Would the wizarding world still be living in fear? Would I have ever met Antonia?

The flood of questions didn't stop until he finally returned to the house. He made himself some dinner and went to bed early. He carefully shut his mind down as not to dwell or dream over all the questions that had been racing through his mind since he had met Sean. Finally, he fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.

*******

It felt so nice to wake up and just lie in bed and not have to get to the office, headquarters, a meeting, or anywhere else for that matter. He squinted his eyes and barely made out that it was nine in the morning. He couldn't remember the last time he had slept for an uninterrupted twelve hours.

He found his glasses and made his way into the kitchen where he made toast and coffee. While waiting for the coffee, he opened the curtains and noticed it was lightly snowing. Harry took his breakfast onto the living room to watch the snow fall out of the huge window. He found a map of downtown Minneapolis and searched for an inconspicuous place to apparate to. Deciding where to go, he took a shower and got dressed.

He apparated to an area under the east side of the Hennepin Avenue Bridge. He climbed the stairs to the main bridge deck which led to downtown. This is called the shortest suspension bridge in the world. Looking at the bridge and the river below, he concluded that if it wasn't the shortest, it was darn close. The 'muddy' Mississippi certainly isn't muddy this far north. It is a decent size river, but nothing compared to what it is like hundreds of miles south of here.

He walked a few blocks outside, enjoying the architecture of the skyscrapers. They came in a variety of heights, shapes, colors, and materials. An impressive and eclectic collection. He ducked inside and tried to make sense of a map of the skyway system. A series of bridges that connect all the buildings downtown at the second story level. It was a remarkable idea...you could get anywhere you wanted to go and never have to venture outside in bad weather. You could go to work, the gym, the theatre, shopping, restaurants, hotels, and the convention center, without having to get too hot, too cold, or too wet.

As he wandered the skyways, he stopped in a few of the small art galleries and specialty stores. A crystal representation of the frozen Minnehaha Falls, a favorite area of locals, grabbed his attention. The detail was superb and it caught the light just perfectly. He bought it as a surprise for Aunt Petunia.

As he toured the city he watched the people and caught tidbits of conversations here and there. He noticed that in the atriums of several of the buildings were indoor versions of sidewalk cafes. It had been a few hours since breakfast, so it seemed a good enough reason to stop for lunch. He had chosen a café in the atrium of the IDS center. The roof was clear plexi-glass and you could look up to see the seven hundred and seventy five foot blue glass tower looming over your table. He sat at a small table situated near a large potted tree and placed his order. The waitress brought his tea while his meal was being prepared.

He suddenly realized that he was listening rather intently to the conversation a couple of friends at the table behind him were having. He chanced a glance at them when his food arrived. They appeared to be in their late thirties, or early forties. The story he heard sounded remarkably familiar.

"Of course I love her. She makes me feel complete, peaceful, and satisfied. I can't imagine not having her in my life. She's patient, understanding and wise and loves me unquestionably."

"So what's the problem?" his friend asked.

"Oh hell, look at my life. My parents died in a car accident when I was just a baby and I got stuck with an aunt and uncle who barely acknowledged my existence. When they did it was like a male version of 'Cinderella' or something. Do the yard work, clean the house, wash the car, etc., etc., etc. All the while my cousin was being spoiled to death and learned no responsibility what-so-ever. The jerk is now calling Stillwater Prison home for the next twenty five years!"

At this point Harry almost choked on his lunch. He signaled for the waitress and ordered a scotch and water. When it arrived he drank half of it immediately. He started eating again...slowly and with small bites to avoid choking to death.

"Most people would consider being shipped off to a boarding school a fate worse than death. Somehow, the prospect of seven years away from my cousin and his parents sounded rather inviting."

"Seven years?"

"Yeah, St. Gregory's was a junior high school, high school and college prep school all in one. So, at the age of eleven, off I went. I never went home for any of the holidays and would have skipped summer vacations if they would have let me stay at school."

Harry quickly finished his drink and signaled for a refill.

"Unfortunately, on the first day I met Donald. We became instant enemies and have remained that way ever since. On the positive side, Steve and Marta became my best friends...we were inseparable. Oh, the adventures we had. Sometimes I'm amazed we lived through it all and often wonder how me managed never to get expelled!"

"Whatever happened to those two?"

"They got married, had a set of twins...I'm godfather to both. They are happily living in Eden Prairie. We still see each other quite often."

"Harold, you say you love Sophia. Well, if you really love her, then marry her."

"It's not that simple. When you're an international...'operative', you tend to be in danger most of the time. How fair would that be to Sophia? I mean the woman would live in constant fear of whether or not I'd come back alive from each mission."

"You think she doesn't live with that fear now? Life is full of chances and uncertainties. When it comes down to it, there is no real difference between having a job like yours and working in a book store. The guy in the book store could always end up in a car accident, be a victim of random violence, have a heart attack, or God only knows what! Actually your situation has some advantage because there is always the more obvious possibility in the back of your minds. By your way of thinking any member of the armed forces, or police department, of fire department should never be married."

You deserve some personal happiness. You can't truly 'save the world' while you resent it because it prevents you from having something you really want. If you two truly love each other, you'll work it out."

"I've never really thought about it that way. You make a lot of sense."

"Yeah, well, sometimes people need a swift kick in the ass to motivate them! You think about it, Harold. I've got to get back to the office. I'll talk to you later."

Harry and Harold both watched the friend as he disappeared up the escalator into the multitudes going about their business of the day.

Harry chanced a glance at Harold who was now staring at him. Harry gave him a weak smile and turned back to his drink.

"I suppose you heard all that?" Harold said.

Harry faced him again and said, "Well, you two weren't exactly talking in whispers. It was difficult to avoid." Harry took the opportunity to make a quick probe of Harold's mind. Satisfied that he wasn't from the magical world, or had any negative connections with it, Harry decided to pursue the opening to a conversation. "May I join you?"

"Sure," Harold said.

Harry took his drink and the check for his meal to Harold's table and sat in the chair vacated by Harold's friend.

He held out his hand and said, "I'm Harry Potter."

"I'm Harold Porter," as he shook Harry's hand.

Harold had dark brown eyes and hair, which was somewhat unruly, but nowhere near as wild as Harry's. His face was kind, understanding, and sincere. His eyes gave way to a person with self doubt and loads of inner questions. It was almost as if Harry were looking into a mirror. Seeing Harold close up and having heard the conversation just a few minutes ago, the similarities were just too bizarre...even for Harry. What were the odds of finding a muggle version of himself?

"Years ago, I tried using the nickname, Harry. Somehow my family and friends just didn't think it quite fit."

"In my case, there was no choice. My birth certificate says Harry."

Suddenly, Harold smiled, and a look of recognition came over his face.

"What?" Harry cautiously asked.

"You're that Harry Potter, aren't you?"

"Sorry?"

Harold leaned closer to Harry over the table and whispered, "The internationally famous wizard. You're...'the boy who lived'."

Harry almost fell off his chair. "How...?"

"We have a mutual friend."

"We do?"

"Yes...Evan Steele."

"So, this wasn't just a chance meeting?"

"What do you mean?"

Harry sat there for a minute thinking. "Well, I needed to get away for a few days and asked Evan if I could use his house. He was very open to the idea, but stressed that I should come downtown to observe and listen to the people around here."

"Before you continue with that thought, I can assure you that he had nothing to do with this meeting at all. The last time I had any contact with him was the day before he left for Scotland to join your staff. I have no way to contact him since your school doesn't receive regular mail, telephones, or the ability to use computers. I have to wait until he sends me an owl and then I send a note back to him. I assume he's been too busy adjusting and teaching to write."

"I'll speak to him about that upon my return."

They sat and talked for almost two hours. Comparing their childhoods, school days, and lives since leaving school. As if there weren't already enough similarities, it turned out that Sophia was also from Italy and taught high school.

Harry checked his watch and said, "I didn't realize it was so late. I promised some of the kids in Evan's neighborhood that I'd go ice skating with them after school. It was more than interesting talking with you! Gives me something new to talk to Evan about."

Harold thought a moment and asked, "Do you have any plans for dinner tomorrow night?"

"No. Don't have any plans...except a strong possibility of more ice skating with the kids for an hour or so."

"Great! Why don't you meet me here, in the atrium, around seven and I'll take you to dinner?"

Harry signaled the waitress and paid both their checks. Looking around, Harry said, "Great, I'll see you tomorrow night."

"Thanks for taking care of lunch. I don't suppose you drove down here?"

"Well...er...no."

"I didn't think so." He subtly pointed to the side and said, "If you head toward that exit, you will see a hallway on your right which leads to the public bathrooms. It's rarely used, so it should be safe for you to...do your thing, from there."

Harry smiled and said, "Thanks, I'll see you tomorrow night." He headed toward the exit and into the hallway.

A moment later he was looking out the huge window in Evan's living room. He noticed the kids were clearing the new snow off their makeshift ice rink. He rummaged through the closet in the bedroom and found Evans' skates. To his surprise, they fit perfectly. He put his boots back on and headed down to the lake.

Sean ran up to meet him. "Told you the skates would fit. I wish Evan was here. He always made the rink a lot bigger than we can make it. Maybe you can do that too!"

"I'm sure he can," a voice behind Harry said.

Startled, Harry turned around quickly. There stood a very pretty woman with a kind face, shoulder length brown hair and brown eyes. There was something familiar about her, but he couldn't think exactly what.

"I'm Mary Johnson...Sean's mother." She softly smiled while looking at his face.

The wind was blowing the hair away from Harry's face, exposing his forehead. "Hello, I'm Harry Potter."

"Yes, I know. It's nice to meet you."

"You know who I am? I'm afraid you have me at a disadvantage."

"I had my suspicions when Sean talked about you last night. But with you facing into the wind, it exposes quite a bit. This may not be Britain, but we all know about 'the boy who lived' and his famous scar."

Harry spoke slowly, and in a low voice, "Are you telling me that you are..."

"A witch...yes. Listen, why don't you come to dinner after skating? It's only Sean and me tonight, but we'd enjoy the company."

"That would be lovely, and I'm sure interesting. Thank you."

"Oh, one more thing." She leaned over and whispered some instructions in his ear. "Evan was fairly subtle about it and the kids never seemed to notice how he managed to get it done. Of course they are all getting older and more observant now."

"I think I can manage it," Harry said smiling.

He laced up the skates, grabbed a snow shovel, and hit the rink. With the slightest movement of his finger, he enchanted the shovel. He started at one end and started skating in a semi circle. Back and forth until the rink was twice the size it was when he started.

He turned and gave a slight bow in Mary's direction.

She smiled, shook her head, and headed back to the house.

The kids had a great time with Harry and made him promise to return the next day. As the sun slowly sank behind the trees, the kids scattered to their respective homes. Harry followed Sean to his house, where they left the skates and boots in the mudroom, opting for stocking feet in the house.

Mary gave Sean and Harry a cup of hot cider, complete with cinnamon stick. Harry noticed his also had some brandy in it. Just what one needed to warm up after skating on a frozen lake for over an hour with a bunch of kids!

"Sean, go start on your homework. I'll call you when dinner is ready."

As Sean left the room, Harry asked, "Is he your only child?"

"Oh no. Angela, my oldest, is at Lakeview and the youngest three are spending the week with their grandparents. Sean is in school most of the day, which leaves me time to apparate to London each day to see my husband."

"London?"

"Yes...he's in St. Mungo's. He is an Auror and was injured in the Iceland mission. The Healers say he may be able to come home in a few weeks to finish his recovery here."

A wave of guilt engulfed Harry as he dropped his head and closed his eyes. "God, I am so sorry."

Mary refilled his cup with the warming mixture. "Harry, don't be sorry. You know very well that the life of an Auror is dangerous. Dennis was very honored to be chosen to be part of that mission and he's going to be fine. I didn't bring this up to upset you or make you feel guilty about anything. He told me the situation and what you had to do during the entire mission."

Harry softly said, "Too many lost their lives, and too many others were hurt."

"That was bound to happen, and yes, it is tragic. The important thing to remember is what will happen if this Benedict person succeeds in his plan. The mere thought terrifies me. I figured you came here to get some rest and to think things through. You must remember that those kids you were skating with a while ago are part of the reason you mustn't give up or feel guilty about the sacrifices we all must make for the good of all the world. I was born and raised in Ireland and remember what it was like with Voldemort and his followers running amuck. His Death Eaters killed my parents and my grandfather brought me here, where I have lived ever since."

Harry drank some of his cider and said, "I know why we must do it. It just doesn't help that innocent people have to pay such a price."

"It never has and never will. Unfortunately, people will never learn. I'm afraid it's something that humans are stuck with for a long time to come."

There was a long silence as Mary returned to dinner preparations and Harry drank his cider.

"So, what do you think of our little corner of the universe?" Mary asked trying to make small talk.

"It's great! The area is scenic and the people are some of the nicest I've met anywhere in the world. I'm going to have to return during the summer to get the other perspective."

"Don't forget spring when everything starts anew and autumn when the place is ablaze in brilliant colors. I see the seasons as a constant reminder of the cycle of life. There is always some remnant or memory of seasons past. Always something to look forward to as the next season starts; the same is true with life. You have memories of your parents and grandparents and see some of them in yourself, and how the threads continue in your children and grandchildren. It is actually somewhat of a comfort to know you are part of the constant unfolding of the universe. I also believe that no matter how hard they try, the evil power hungry people will never win. Yes, they will make things miserable at times and may even win occasionally. The hard times only make us appreciate the good times all the more and make us more resolved not to allow evil to overcome all that is good and hopeful."

Harry allowed Mary to fill his cup one more time while he pondered her words. "I'm beginning to see why Evan calls this place 'Magical Minnesota'. There is something magical both literally and figuratively around here. The simple beauty of the area is comforting and inspiring. There may not be the huge expanse of an ocean, or the drama of magnificent mountain peaks...but as in so many things, simplicity and understatement are the most impressive in the long run."

"The people here are not only friendly, but seem to be very insightful. They are at peace with life and whatever it throws out. In the short time I've been here, I've heard many words of wisdom from both wizards and muggles alike. You've all given me a great deal to think about."

Mary gave a thoughtful smile as she listened to him. "Well, it's not perfect, but I can't imagine living anywhere else."

"Hey, is dinner ready yet? I'm starving!" Sean had arrived in the kitchen and plopped himself at the table in the chair next to Harry.

With a wave of her wand, the food floated over to the table.

It was an enjoyable meal. Sean dominated the conversation with lots of questions for Harry and stories in between.

When they had finished and the dishes were washing themselves, Mary looked at Sean and said, "I think it's time you get ready for bed."

"Okay. Harry are you going to skate with us tomorrow?"

"I wouldn't miss it!"

"Good, I'll see you tomorrow...'night. Oh yeah, we only have a half day of school, so we'll be there around two." He ran out of the kitchen and up the stairs.

"I hope he's not bothering you too much," Mary said.

"Are you kidding? I'm headmaster of a school with several hundred students. Then there are my godsons...triplets. Take Sean and multiply by three! Actually, I find children fascinating. The combination of innocence, energy, and wonderment about the world around them is refreshing and hopeful. I just wish it could last."

"Well, I should be on my way. Thank you very much for dinner and your views on things. I hope your husband has a speedy recovery with no lasting problems."

He then walked over to the mudroom and put on his boots and jacket.

Mary followed him and said, "It was nice meeting you. I have more hope than ever in the fight against Benedict knowing that you are leading the way."

Harry blushed as he picked up the skates. "I'm only one person and certainly can't do this alone. It's a group effort and I never forget it."

"That may be, but it doesn't negate the fact that you are an extremely powerful, wise and kind wizard. The group needs leadership to be successful and I can't think of anyone more suited to the task!"

Trying to hide his embarrassment at her words, Harry tried to make light of it. "I better get going before my head gets too big to fit through the door. Good night and thanks again."

With a smile, he shook her hand and headed back to the house.

Taking advantage of his period of no responsibilities, Harry went straight to bed for another good night's sleep.

The next morning he stumbled into the kitchen to make toast and coffee. He opened the drapes and was almost blinded. The sun was shinning through a deep blue sky and reflecting relentlessly off the pure white snow.

After his morning shower, Harry dressed and headed out for a long walk through the woods. He spent his time enjoying the solitude and beauty of the woods while reflecting on everything he had heard from the variety of people he had met yesterday. He paused to watch a couple squirrels playing a game of chase through the snow, racing up and down various trees.

He walked aimlessly for several hours. He had made a few decisions and felt better about the support he had on the war with Benedict. Realizing he was hungry, he headed back to the house.

As he ate, he noticed the kids gathering at the homemade rink on the lake. He watched them for awhile before gathering the skates and heading out to join them. He got talked into joining them in a pick up hockey game. Quidditch was certainly a far superior sport, but he enjoyed himself all the same.

After almost two hours with the kids he thanked them for the past two days and told them he would be going home the next day. Sean walked part of the way back to the house with him.

"Is my dad really going to be alright?"

"Of course he is. The Healers at St. Mungo's are some of the best in the world. If they are going let him come home in a few weeks to finish his recovery, you can count on it."

"Can I go to Hogwarts when I go away to school?"

"That's up to your parents. If they allow it, I will be very happy to have you there. Well, your friends are waiting for you and I've got to get going."

Without a word, Sean hugged Harry, then, ran off to join his friends.

*******

Harry showered and dressed for the evening. He went downtown early in order to walk through the skyways again. He found another knick knack for Aunt Petunia and stopped at the window of another store, when something caught his eye. He purchased the object, along with one other, and slipped them into his pocket. It was getting close to seven, so he headed toward the IDS atrium to meet Harold.

Seems timing is everything as he and Harold arrived at the same time. Harold led the way to Morton's Steak House which was only a block away.

They talked about Antonia and Sophia. Quidditch and American football were compared as they had each played one during their time as students. Harold had to admit that Harry had the edge. The idea of playing a game flying on a broom, involving four balls and non stop action was more intriguing than strapping on some pads and either hitting or being hit in order to get one ball across a goal line, all while being earth bound. Harold had always enjoyed playing football and was very good at it. It just didn't stimulate the imagination the same way as listening to Harry describe his experiences playing Quidditch.

Having top secret clearance, Harold was well informed on the war with Benedict. It was a subject that they talked about for most of the evening. Being a week night, the restaurant was closing early.

"I don't live far from Evans' place. Why don't you let me drive you home?"

"If you're sure it's no trouble."

"I'm sure. Plus we'll be able to continue the conversation."

Although he had done it many times in different parts of the world, Harry just couldn't quite get used to riding in a car on the right side of the road.

Harold was expressing his frustration at the limited involvement muggles were able to have in the conflict.

"I'm sorry," Harry said. "I don't know what to tell you. You have no recourse if a wizard is using magic against you. You would literally be nothing more than target practice."

Turning into the driveway, Harold said, "I understand that. It still doesn't make it any easier to accept. After all, this does affect us mere mortals too."

"I understand what you're saying and your frustration. I just don't know any way around it."

"Yeah, I know and I don't blame you. Anyway, it was good meeting you and talking with you. Give Evan my best."

"I will. I've enjoyed your company and listening to your insights. Thanks for dinner and the ride back." He shook Harold's hand, opened the door, and stepped out of the car.

Harry heard the snow crunch in the trees out of view of the headlights. He leaned down and stuck his head back in the car. "Listen to me closely. Stay in the car and don't move...no matter what happens. I'm going to put a protective charm around the vehicle, which will also protect you."

"What's wrong? What are you talking about?"

"Later. Don't argue and just do as I tell you." Harry slammed the car door closed, which sealed both doors and the trunk. With a wave of his hand a dull, dark blue light surrounded the entire car.

Harold tried to open the door, but it was no use. All he could do was sit and watch helplessly.

Suddenly a green light shot out from behind a tree in the darkness. Harry ducked as the deadly light raced over his head. It hit the protective shield right in front of the windshield where Harold was sitting. The light rebounded back to its' source, killing the Death Eater who had initiated it.

Harry turned to check on Harold and didn't notice the red light shooting out from the next tree over. It hit Harry between the shoulders and he fell into the snow bank withering in excruciating pain.

Harold sat there, trapped in the car, horrified and helpless.

*******

Evan hadn't been able to sleep and had gone to headquarters to discuss strategies with Remus and Mad-Eye. They were sitting at one of the kitchen tables talking over their nice hot tea. An ear shattering whistle pierced the air and the little vial turned red.

"What the hell is that?" Evan asked as his heart felt like it had leaped into his throat.

"It's an alarm, Harry's in trouble." Mad-Eye scowled.

"What do we do?"

"Concentrate on Harry and the vial, then apparate. It will take you straight to him. Everyone ready? Let's go."

*******

As if the scene playing out before him wasn't enough, Harold almost went into shock when Evan and the other two men appeared out of nowhere.

With Harry helpless and in pain, the Death Eater had come out from behind the tree and into view of the headlights. He seemed to enjoy putting Harry through this torture...like it was personal. He stared at the wizard behind the wand. His training kicking in as to the importance of being able to describe a suspect.

Remus pointed his wand at the wizard and yelled, "Expelliarmus!" The wand flew out of his hand ending the curse. Mad-Eye pointed and growled, "Stupify." Unfortunately he hadn't been fast enough. The wizard disapparated leaving no trace behind as to his identity...or so he thought.

Evan headed toward the car and Harold. He stopped short when he noticed the blue light. He signaled to Harold to just stay calm. Remus and Mad-Eye were trying to get Harry to his feet and into the house.

Evan stopped them. "Harry, do you have enough strength to release the shield around the car so I can get Harold?"

Harry blinked the sweat out of his eyes and tried to focus on Evan. He nodded and glanced toward the blue blur. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and waved his hand. The shield dropped and the seal holding the doors closed melted away.

Evan headed over to help Harold as the other two started helping Harry toward the house. Weakly, Harry said, "Glasses."

Remus picked up the glasses and helped get Harry into the house.

They put him on the couch, while Evan guided Harold to the overstuffed chair. Moody pulled a vial containing orange liquid out of his pocket and gave it to Harry to drink. Immediately, his breathing eased and his recuperative powers took over.

Evan came out of the kitchen with a bottle of brandy and enough glasses for everyone. "Harold, what are you doing here?"

"Harry and I had dinner together and I gave him a ride back here so we could continue our conversation."

At that point, Harry sat up and looked at Harold. "Speaking of our conversation, did that little episode bring to reality what I was trying to explain to you earlier?"

"Oh yeah. I want to thank you for whatever you did to the car. I get the feeling that I'd probably be dead right now if you hadn't done whatever you did!"

"No problem. That green light you saw at first? That was a killing curse and without the shield...well...let's just say we wouldn't be having this conversation."

Harry then turned to the others. "So, tell me, how did you know I was in trouble and where to find me?"

Remus and Evan turned and looked at Mad-Eye. "When you went to Gringotts just before you left London, I poured an alarm potion on your clothes and boots. We didn't know where you were or what you were doing the entire time. It is completely inert unless you get into trouble. You know me...constant vigilance!"

Harry sighed. "I guess I can't be angry, so I will simply thank you instead."

"Harold, did you see who was cursing me?"

"I did, but I can't really remember very well. I've been trained to observe every detail possible, no matter what the situation. Of course, I've never dreamed of a situation quite like that! I know I got a good look at him, but my mind just won't let me recall the picture. All I do recall is that whoever it was seemed to really be enjoying putting you through that."

Harry looked at the others with raised eyebrows. They simply returned his gaze. Evan raised his eyebrows, cocked his head, and shrugged his shoulders.

Harry turned to Harold and said, "Would you allow me to enter your mind?"

Harold sat there with a puzzled look combined with a hint of fear. "What do you mean?"

"It's quite simple really. I want to enter your mind to witness what you saw during the attack. It won't hurt and I won't look anywhere else except at the attack?"

Harold turned toward Evan with a look of uncertainty.

Sensing his hesitation, Evan said, "I guess I should explain something about Harry. You have been hanging around with the most powerful wizard that has ever walked this planet. He is the most honest person I have ever met. If he says he'll go no farther than the attack...he means it. Truth be known, he could have been in, around and out in the time I've been talking and there would not be a thing you could do about it!"

"Well, I guess I don't really have a choice in the matter."

"Yes you do. That is why I asked permission."

Harold thought for a minute. "Alright, go ahead. What do I have to do?"

"Nothing. Just sit there, look at me, and relax."

Harry sat on the edge of the couch and stared into Harold's eyes. It took less than a minute. Harry fell back into the couch and said, "Oh my God."

Remus became somewhat alarmed and asked, "What's wrong? Who was it?"

Without looking at anybody, he uttered only one word... "Dudley."

"Already?" Remus asked.

"Apparently the gallery didn't exaggerate in regards to the effectiveness of that ancient magic."

"I'm a little confused here," Evan said. "I thought Dudley was a muggle."

"Not exactly," Harry said. He went on to explain the rest of the story to Evan. "That is why I am having you teach Aunt Petunia the unforgivable curses. She is one of only two people that are able to destroy him. She must not be made aware of this fact under any circumstances. If it does come down to that, it must be purely spontaneous."

"Evan, you better return to Hogwarts. I believe you have a class in a couple hours."

"Right. Are you okay Harold?"

"Oh sure. I always sit around trapped in a car watching someone being tortured. Then having wizards popping in and out, and having my mind probed, and hearing about the cousin of someone else that makes my cousin look like Snow White!"

"As long as you're alright. I've got to get going. I promise to be in touch soon. Harry, I'll see you at the staff meeting tonight, if not before. And I'll see the two of you on the weekend." Having covered everyone, he disapparated.

"Why don't you guys wash the glasses and get them put away while I get my stuff together."

Harry returned from the bedroom with his pack and took one last look around. Seeing that the place was in proper order he said, "Harold, we're going to see you home safely and will leave from there."

Harry put his pack in the trunk while Lupin and Moody climbed into the back seat. Harry joined Harold in the front and off they went. It was a fairly short drive and very quiet, as everyone was lost in their own thoughts.

When they arrived at Harold's house, Harry threw his pack on his back and said, "Thanks for everything Harold. You should be fine. I don't think they'll bother you for any reason, but take this, just in case." He handed him a chain with a medal on it. "If you need to contact me, or have any trouble, tap the medal three times and it will send me a signal."

"Thanks Harry. Feel free to visit anytime."

Harold headed toward the door, but stopped when he heard a 'pop'. He turned around to see nothing but his car in the driveway. He thought to himself, "That would be so coo!"

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