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small group in MI-5 knew that it was magic that did the deed. And they understood that Donovan
knew because of what he was: a squib who could function in the Muggle world and whose
knowledge of the wizarding world was invaluable to the government.
Donovan took a deep drag on his cigarette before snapping open the cell phone. He hand dialed
from memory the phone number at 10 Downing Street that he dare not put on his speed dialer. He
squeezed his fingers on the bridge of his nose under his dark glasses, a favorite Muggle law
enforcement affectation of his, as the phone rang. It was picked up on the fifth ring, much to
Donovan's annoyance.
"Stan? Donovan here. The boy's going to be all right....No, not Riddle. The kid's guardians. They
locked him in a closet for nigh on four days...The Headmaster says school is a no-go and his friends'
places are out. Plessy from the church has an idea...yeah, that Plessy. How many Plessys do you
know?...Yeah, the vicar can take him in...but we're going to need some cash to the Archbishop's
office as a sweetener. They'll kick in half, but Plessy says the church wants us to help this time...No,
the vicar already knows...his wife, too. Plessy's already spilled it...Yeah, I know, but this kid's
important...I don't care. Use the slush fund, if you have to...I tell you, this kid's the Statue of
Liberty, the Eiffel Tower and Buckingham bloody Palace all wrapped into one in his world and he
has to be protected or all hell will break lose in both our worlds. You got that? Good. We need a
decision by morning....Yes, tomorrow morning...Ring up Plessy or Pearson at the Archbishop's as
soon as you get the nod...Oh, and if you don't get the nod, I'm turning you into a vole....Right....Call
me at this number. I'll be up all night, if need be....Okay. Later."
Donovan took a last drag on the butt and flicked it out into the gutter and returned to the hospital.
* * *
Dumbledore sat down beside Harry's bed and watched him sleep. He leaned forward, his elbows on
his knees and hands over his face. How could he have been so foolish. McGonagall had warned him
from the start that the Dursleys were Muggles of the worst sort, but he had ignored her. He believed
that it would be better to keep Harry out of the limelight as he grew up rather than allow him to
become an arrogant, self-centered sod, living off his notoriety.
Dumbledore shook his head. How foolish to let such whimsical notions send poor Harry through
whatever hell he'd been living in for the past fourteen years.
And Dumbledore began to have new doubts. What other silly, romantic notions had he been putting
into play in his battle with Voldemort that may come back to haunt him. Maybe Snape and Moody
were right. Send out teams to assassinate Death Eaters. Turn the whole battle into a war of attrition,
counting on Voldemort's meager forces to crack. Maybe there was no room for the niceties of the
law in a battle against such a foe. But the elderly Headmaster shook his head again. That would be
like the wizarding world 150 years ago, where might made right and the ministry was an entity of
terror, rather than the harmless den of cowards and fools that it had become.
Dumbledore sighed.
"Are you all right, Professor?" Harry croaked, having awakened from his nap.
Dumbledore looked up. "Alas, Harry, it is I who should be asking you such a question. As long as
you are well, I am pleased."
Harry gave a wan smile. "I'm going to be okay. Only I'm probably going to miss the church dance
on Friday. I was really looking forward to that."
Dumbledore gave a forced smile. "There will be other dances, Harry."
Harry's eyes were now a little clearer as he fully awakened from his sleep. He cleared his throat a
couple times. "Will there, professor? Will there?" he asked in mild reproof. "What's going to
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