A new Life for Harry Potter.

Authors Note: Alright peoples here is chapter five a whole day early!



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Dumbledore sat in his office contemplating the last couple weeks. For the first time in a very long while he actually felt his age. This mishap with Harry couldn’t have come at a worse time. The ministry had already been breathing down his neck, now they were out for blood. Fudge has been insistent that a ministry official be sent to Hogwarts to oversee the school for the well being of the children. He may have been ok with the idea if Fudge hadn’t given the position to Dolores Umbridge. There was no way under any circumstance he was letting that horrible toad faced woman into his school.



He had been on edge since Lucius’ visit. He even had some of the house ghosts keeping an eye on Harry in the infirmary. It wouldn’t look good if something else happened to Harry on his watch, one more accident with the child and he would surely be sacked. Dumbledore’s mind was stretched thin; he could see no silver lining in this dark cloud. All his careful planning had gone to waste. So many secrets still hidden away, so many lies told, so many lives ruined, all for the greater good.



Dumbledore was just about to summon a house elf for some tea when his floo activated. He walked around his desk and over to the great fire place to see who would be calling upon him at this hour. The floating head of Broderick Bode, an unspeakable that worked in the department of mysteries greeted him. Dumbledore instantly felt a pang of panic, Bode calling him this late couldn’t mean anything good.



“Ah good evening Broderick, is everything alright, you normally don’t call this late?” Dumbledore asked the young man.



“Hello Dumbledore, it’s very important that I speak to you, is it alright if I come through?” Broderick asked. He looked worried as if something very bad had happened. Dumbledore sighed and stepped back from the floo to let Broderick pass. The young man stepped out of the fire place and dusted off his robes. He shook Dumbledore’s hand and sat in the seat in front of his desk. Dumbledore snapped his fingers and an elf appeared with a tea tray.



“So Broderick what is it that I can do for you?” Dumbledore asked. Whatever it was that had the young man in front of him so nervous couldn’t be good. Maybe if he acted quickly whatever had gone wrong could be fixed.



“Tonight as I was making my rounds I went to check on the prophecy. Dumbledore I’m not sure how to tell you this, but the prophecy has vanished.” Broderick said with a sigh as he hung his head, as if he was ashamed of his failure. He didn’t notice the horrified look in Dumbledore’s eyes. This was serious, a prophecy vanishing could only mean two things. Either the prophecy has come to fruition or it was no longer valid. Dumbledore cursed himself, why hadn’t he foreseen something like this happening.



Dumbledore knew he had to keep this information quiet. If word got out that Harry Potter was no longer the answer to their problems, all hell would break loose. The Dark Lord would surely have the world at its knees in no time. He had to come up with a plan and fast, before anyone else at the ministry finds out.



“Broderick my dear boy I thank you for coming to me so quickly with this matter. I need for you to do something. Go back to the department of mysteries and get the oldest prophecy you can find and place it where the old one used to be. Tell no one of this, I will figure out what has happened. You will be doing the wizarding world a great service my boy.” Dumbledore told him, his eyes twinkling like mad.



“Of course sir I’ll see that it’s done right away.” Broderick told him. With that Bode stepped back into the fire and back to the ministry. Dumbledore sat at his desk for a while after rubbing his temples. It seems like the odds were stacked against him, just one disaster after another. He had come too far to fail now. He would do whatever it took to make sure the right people came out on top after this war was over, no matter the sacrifice. Dumbledore got up from his chair and retired to his bed chamber for a much needed rest, never noticing the eyes that followed him as he left.



After making sure the Headmaster was in his bed chambers, Phineas Black left his portrait in the Headmasters office. He reappeared in his second portrait deep in the dungeons in the potion professor’s office. Luckily for Phineas said professor was sitting in front of the fire drinking a brandy.



“Snape I need a word with you.” Phineas yelled down at the surly man. Severus turned his obsidian eyes on the portrait.



“What is it that I can do for you Phineas?” Severus asked as he downed the last of his brandy. Phineas then proceeded to tell him what he had overheard in Dumbledore’s office. After a few moments of contemplation Severus knew he needed to inform his master of this change of events.



“Thank you Phineas, this information will be most helpful.” Severus said to the portrait. He went over to his closet and grabbed a traveling cloak. He walked back to his fire place and grabbed a handful of floo powder and tossed it into the flames. He stepped inside the emerald green fire and said his destination.



“Malfoy manor.” He said then disappeared.

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