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Chapter 134 - Guardians, Dark and Light

Although, thinking about it, he'd probably need new clothes soon. He'd grown since I'd last seen him. All that Hogwarts grub had done the boy good.

'I'll have to get him some stuff while in Paris,' I decided.

Next, I glanced at Dobby and Inky. "If that's all, I think Dobby should return for now. But don't worry, I'll protect Harry. And find a way to free you."

"Thank you," Dobby said, trembling with tears in his eyes.

"Ah, jeez, don't cry, little guy," I said with a wince. Dobby bobbed his head, eyes still glistening, then vanished with a pop, leaving Inky to stare at the space he had been for a few moments.

"Inky must tend to the Mistress," he announced after a moment, and I nodded.

"Give mother my regards," I requested, and the elderly House Elf simply bowed before popping away as well.

'That went. Better than I thought it would,' I thought to myself. 'And I better not have jinxed us just now.'

Dumbledore POV:

Dumbledore was not happy. He wasn't quite angry, but he was peeved. Harry Potter had been supposed to find the trials he'd set up to guard the Philosopher's Stone. He'd set the whole series of traps for Harry, after all. The seven tests were never going to stop a skilled magic user like one of the professors, let alone Voldemort, no matter how weakened the man had become. They had always been meant to test the Boy-Who-Lived.

And those plans had been completely derailed. Not only had Harry Potter not become interested in finding the stone or stopping Voldemort, he'd been happy to let it lie, and then, when he did discover what was going on, had rushed to tell a teacher. A teacher! It was honestly impressive how un-Gryffindor-like Harry had acted in that instance.

Yes, going to get help from a teacher was the correct response for a student, but it was very frustrating for all of his plans to be ruined. Yes, things had turned out more or less alright, especially with Harry managing to show that he was, in fact, still protected against Voldemort, which was useful. But other than that, Voldemort had nearly gotten away with the stone, the mirror, and the body of a teacher!

And now here he was, listening to Missus Figg explain why she'd lost sight of Harry Potter.

"And his aunt and uncle just let him go with a stranger?" he asked incredulously. He wished Missus Figg had contacted him sooner. At least it'd only taken her an hour to work up the courage to contact him.

"Yes. They've always disliked the boy, I've told you this before, Headmaster Dumbledore. Besides, I can't really call the Hunch boy a stranger. From what I understand young Harry is close with him. I believe they met at the muggle school they attended together."

Dumbledore frowned heavily. The Hunches had been Dark Side supporters for years. They'd sided with Grindelwald, and then with Voldemort, and were believers in Blood Purity.

The unexpected death of Erroneous Hunch wasn't a blow to the Dark Side due to his lack of importance. Indeed, many poor Pureblood families had been Death Eaters, but only the rich and influential, like the Malfoys and Notts, had mattered in the grand scheme of things.

Hunch Senior's eldest son being a Squib was a sad thing, and his youngest child Rudolf was hardly impressive when it came to his schooling. As such, Dumbledore had never expected he'd have to care about the Hunch Family at all. But here he was, hearing from his agent that Harry Potter, his tool to build a brighter future for the magical world, had been in contact with Hunch Junior.

'I need to find out what Harry's been told, and how much the Hunch boy has influenced him,' Dumbledore thought to himself. 'I cannot let Harry's destiny be derailed.'

"Where does young mister Hunch live?" Dumbledore inquired.

"I do not know," Missus Figg admitted with an apologetic shake of her head. "I have met him just once, when his mother dropped him off into the muggle world, but that was at a café. He must live nearby, though. Perhaps you can find out where he is from the school records. Woolingsby is the name of the place."

"I will do so," Dumbledore said firmly. "Inform me when Harry Potter returns."

"Of course," Figg said. Dumbledore inclined his head with a grateful nod and then walked away towards the fireplace. A handful of green powder later, and he was whisked through the Floo Network back to his office.

'How long can Harry stay away from his home, anyways?' Dumbledore thought to himself with a chuckle as he sat down at his desk.

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