Albus Concerned

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~~~(POV: Alexander Aevum)~~~

~~~(Location: Headmasters Office, Scotland, Hogwarts)~~~

~~~(Date, Time, Year: September 1st, 6:34 PM, 1992)~~~

~~~(Age: 13 Years)~~~

McGonagall fetched me while I was in the middle of a conversation with Neville and Seamus. After we returned to the Gryffindor common room, it wasn't long before Albus was ready to speak with me.

Which turned out to be false, considering he's not here right now. It's just me sitting in the headmaster's office. Fawkes has his eyes locked on me, head tilting in curiosity from time to time. He's a beautiful bird.

Phoenix birds are one of the most important magical creatures in the wizarding world. Without them, I doubt we could've made such progress in wands.

I stand up from my seat and approach the bird; he doesn't protest or make a sound. Once I'm in front of his stand, I slowly and gently reach out my index finger. Still showing no sounds of protest. My finger strokes his chest with care.

He closes his eyes and puffs out his chest a little more. Allowing me better access to stroke him. There is a slight coo from him as I reach the end.

My attention is taken from Fawkes as I catch a very old-looking book on Dumbledore's desk. The knowledge seeker in me wants to pick it up and start reading. But that'd be rude.

Instead, I turn my head away from it and avoid staring to entice me more.

I've never gotten a perfect look at the headmaster's office before. The times I was in here were brief. Usually, for minor reprimands that I got for ignoring school rules, I found hindering my growth.

McGonagall was always on my case whenever she got a chance. I think she enjoyed it more than she was disappointed in me. I never did anything malicious to other students. Sure, my actions cost house points last year, but it didn't count since they made an exception.

Sadly, I won't get that deal this year. I have to play by the same rules as everyone else, or I have to find ingenious ways to get around Hogwarts completely unseen and undetected. As I am now, I have the knowledge to do so.

But I lack the practice. The spells needed aren't ones I practice regularly, and that'll have to change this year if I want to continue improving.

"That is the portrait of Armando Dippet. One of the more progressive headmasters in the history of Hogwarts."

The even and calm voice of my friend takes my eyes off the magical portrait. Turning around only takes a second, and I see him by one of the side doors. He smiles lightly and squints his eyes. He descends the stairs, and I meet him back at the desk.

"The Ministry has been thrown into a tailspin thanks to you."

There is an amusement in his voice, but his expression gets serious. Motioning for me to sit down. I know my actions will have consequences, but I can't say I know how far they'll go.

"In hindsight, perhaps I should've been more cautious about my methods. The Sorcerers Stone I created wasn't meant for anything other than the use of Chrysopoeia. I had to fix the money problem of my orphanage."

My voice becomes lower at the end of my response. Showing I know what I did was wrong, but I'd do it again if it meant I'd save the people who raised me since I can remember.

Albus takes off his glasses and pinches his nose slightly. He doesn't seem displeased with me. But I know that I'm about to get a talking to.

"You're a brilliant young man, Alex. What you did was unprecedented. As great of an accomplishment it is, do you know why it was so dangerous?"

I'd say Death Eaters if they were still around, but Voldemort was destroyed more than a decade ago. His followers and power have been completely dismantled. Even if he had someone left who'd help him, I doubt they'd waste time on me.

Albus waits patiently as I think about this more deeply. He wouldn't bring it up if there weren't a legitimate threat. It's not like Voldemort is dead. What happened last year is proof of that.

"The Sorcerer's Stone is a method for Voldemort to return. Since the original was destroyed, I'm the only one who can make one. I've become a target."

Too many leftover Death Eaters or Voldemort himself, I can be his way back to life. To a body all his own. No longer having to rely on or parasite off someone else.

Albus nods his head once in acknowledgment that I recognize the danger.

"And yet, you still made a copy of The Sorcerer's Stone. I saved you from getting in trouble with the Ministry, but I can't do it again. Alex, this is your only chance. Don't do something like this again."

He's not angry or upset, only warning me of the repercussions that I could face with the Ministry. I doubt I'd get in trouble if it were up to Albus. But he's the headmaster of Hogwarts. Not the Minister of Magic.

"Beth and Bella raised you well, Alex. Just don't go around fiddling with magic far beyond your years. It worries people, and now you're being watched."

He's more amused and happy than before. Telling me the serious part of this conversation is over. He looks over to the clock and sees it's getting closer to seven.

"Time for me to go, huh?"

He smiles and nods his head. I stand up and say my thanks and goodbyes. Taking off for the door. The curfew will start to kick in soon. There are things I need to think about. Who knows what's in store for me...

The warnings from Albus are enough to show me that I'm already being monitored by the Ministry more than I originally thought. Not to mention I'm probably being watched by Death Eaters.

The consequences of my actions are becoming apparent now.

~~~(POV: Albus Wulfric Dumbledore)~~~

~~~(Location: Headmasters Office, Scotland, Hogwarts)~~~

~~~(Date, Time, Year: September 1st, 7:56 PM, 1992)~~~

~~~(Age: 111 Years)~~~

My hand rests on the old and rough cover of the book. He could've read it. Looked inside. But instead, he respected the boundary. Knew right and wrong. I needed to make sure.

He's just a brilliant kid who wanted to make the people's lives he loved better. Nothing like Tom. I know a lot about Alchemy, but not even I can pull off making a Sorcerer's Stone. I don't know how he did it, even now.

The staircase opens, and Minerva appears. She's more worried about Alex than anyone else. She's come to care about him more and more.

"Albus... He'll be alright?"

My eyes lift from the book, and I look into Minvera's. There is a deep worry to match the tone of her voice. Alex's talent and power continue to grow at a steady rate. An alarming rate.

"He's nothing like him. We don't have to worry about that. However, I doubt he'll let this situation halt his progress plans."

The book my hand is resting on is the only information I could find about the Aevum family. Extremely old and very powerful.

The first Wizarding family to exist.

All pureblood lines come from the Aevum family. The family where magic originated from.

My free hand pulls my wand free, and I stare at it.

"Minerva, if anything should happen to me. Please ensure Alex gets my wand. It's already in my will he receives it. But I need someone I trust to make sure he gets it."

She looks at me with confusion. Mostly about why I'm asking her to give Alex access to such a powerful artifact.

The Elder Wand is connected to Alex. I don't know how or why. But he just is. The marking of the Deathly Hollows on the back of his neck shows he's connected to something.

A birthmark connecting him to death.

"I won't question your judgment, Albus. But I don't like this. Alex is in danger."

That I don't need to be told.

~~~(POV: Hermione Granger)~~~~

~~~(Location: Gryffindor Common Room, Scotland, Hogwarts)~~~

~~~(Date, Time, Year: September 1st, 8:13 PM, 1992)~~~

~~~(Age: 12 Years)~~~

Alex has all his attention buried inside a book across from me. The fire crackles next to us. We're the only two that are reading right now. Actually... He's the only one reading. I find my eyes are on him more than my book.

I want to talk to him. Get him to pay more attention to me. But Alex is stubborn. He focuses on things until he's completely done with them. Pulling his attention away is difficult.

"If you keep staring at me like that, I might get the wrong idea."

An amused and calm voice from the boy I'm staring at causes my cheeks to light up. Forcing me to look away from him. I gather myself before I look at him again. His eyes are looking at me as his head is still low.

"Sorry..."

A small smile appears on his lips. Only now do I realize I didn't deny what he implied. My embarrassment only increases.

"It's okay. I forgive you."

He just has to tease me.