Meeting w/ Dumbles I

"Hogwarts Headmasters office" I said and waited for a reply.

"Yes, who's calling?" Someone said, through the flames.

"Harry Potter" I said, then after a short wait everything started spinning, and I appeared in the fireplace in the Headmasters office. "That was nauseating." I said as I take a seat in front of Dumbledore's desk.

"Well, that's Floo travel for you. You'll get used to it with time." Dumbledore said, taking a seat at his desk. "Do you mind proving that you are who you say you are?"

"I swear on my magic that I'm Harry James Potter." I said and cast a Lumos to prove I still have magic.

"It seems the long search has ended. I'm Albus Dumbledore but you probably know that seeing as you Floo'd to my office." He said.

"Yeah, I thought since my name and address will appear in the school book, why not just come over and have a chat." I said smiling as a frown appears on his face.

"Where have you been since the accident with your relatives?" Albus asked.

"Wool's Orphanage" I said, and a horrified look appears on his face. "Hahaha, if you could see the look on your face." I laughed, pointing at his face. "No, I called for house-elves and had them help me get these." I said showing him my heir rings.

"Do you mind explaining how you know what Wool's Orphanage is, or how you knew to call a house-elf?" Albus said, looking confused.

"I get these visions every once in a while, but I can't control them. Some about the future and others of the past." I said, obviously lying but I can't just tell him how I really know.

"What have you seen so far?" Albus asked, with a curious expression.

"Well, let's get something out of the way first, and after you can choose to believe me or not. Mimsy!" I called. *pop*

"Master Harry called Mimsy?" She appeared and asked.

"Can you bring me the chest in my closet please." I asked and she popped away and back with a small chest in her hands.

"Thank you, Mimsy." I said, taking the chest from her. Opening the chest I take out the ex-Horcruxes I've collected so far. The only difference is the ring is just a copy made with the same magic I used to steal books. The real ring is still on my finger with an illusion on it. "Kreacher!" *pop*

"Filthy half-blood masters calls for Kreacher?" He appeared, looking as grumpy as ever.

"Yeah, give me Regulus's Locket for a minute. I will give it back to you when I'm done I promise." I said, holding out my hand. Kreacher grumbles something inaudible then hands me the locket. I place the fake ring, cup, and Locket on the desk. "Do you know what these are, or were I should say?" I asked.

"I'm not sure about the ring, but that is definitely Hufflepuffs cup and Slytherins locket." Albus said, pointing at them with a disbelieving look.

"Two points to Gryffindor, but it would've been five if you gave the full answer." I said.

"What's the full answer?" He asked.

"All three of these objects used to be Horcruxes. I'll reconsider and give you the full five points if you can guess who made them?" I asked, and a look of realization graces his face.

"Voldemort" he uttered.

"Yes, I've seen the creation of each and every Horcrux Riddle has made and will make in the future." I said, and point at the ring. "1943 Tom Riddle murders his father in Little Hangleton, sending a piece of his soul into a ring formerly owned by Marvolo Gaunt, the younger Riddle's grandfather and a descendent of Salazar Slytherin himself. The ring becomes his second Horcrux." I then point to the cup and the locket.

"1946 Hepzibah Smith, a witch who claimed to be a direct descendant of Helga Hufflepuff, befriends Tom Riddle during a visit to Borgin and Burkes. She makes the mistake of revealing that because of her penchant for collecting valuable antiques, she has come into the possession of Hufflepuff's cup and Salazar Slytherin's locket Tom Riddle murders Hepzibah Smith, sending a piece of his soul into Helga Hufflepuff's cup. It becomes the third Horcrux. 1979 Tom kills a muggle woman, sending a piece of his soul into Salazar Slytherin's locket. It becomes his fourth Horcrux." I said and point to my fading scar.

"1981 Voldemort murders my parents in Godric's Hollow and attempts to murder me. His soul fragments entirely, sending a piece of him into my scar and creating a sixth Horcrux." I explained, putting the ex-Horcruxes back into the chest and giving it to Mimsy, and handing the locket back to Kreacher. *pop* *pop* My elves leave with the goods before Dumbledore can ask to keep them.

"Alright, I believe that your a seer, but why are you so mature? Yes, seers act differently because of their perception of the world, yet I've never seen a young seer act so mature." He said.

"I've had many visions some about important things, but most about mundane things. Like a family going on vacation, a man doing his taxes, a child going to the park, etc. Let's just say seeing so much may have sped up the growth of my mental maturity." I said, and Albus nods.

"How did you get rid of the Horcruxes especially the one in your scar?" He asked.

"The one in my head was destroyed when I died in the car crash, but it took my mother's protection with it. Luckily the muggle doctors were able to resuscitate me shortly after, for the others, I just went to the goblins. They extracted the soul pieces and placed them into an animal then kill it, problem solved." I said.

"You really have been busy, my boy. Truly amazing." He said, looking impressed.

"Yeah, and truthfully I have no need of your help, but seeing as Riddle is partially your screw up. I thought you would like to be involved in his undoing." I said, and Albus flinches at the comment on his past mistakes.

"I regret not helping Tom more than you know. Yes, he was a very evil child, but maybe I could've done something to turn him around." Albus said.

"I can't say a hundred percent that you could've changed him, but I can tell you where you messed up the most. Every year Tom made a request to stay at Hogwarts during the summer, yet you always declined. Those summers were like a horrible punishment to Riddle. World War II was not kind to the orphans of London, and he wasn't even allowed to use magic. If I could hazard a guess, it would be that those summers ignited the burning hatred Tom feels for Muggles." I stated, and Albus looked regretful at his past mistakes.

"Speaking of my regrets, I'm sorry I had to place you with the Dursley's." He said.

"You don't have to because I already know. My mother's protection would be stronger if I was living with her family. I was angry at you for a while, but I understand that not all death eaters were charged for their crimes" I said,

"Yes, but that doesn't mean that I don't regret having put you there."

(Thanks for reading!)