'Amazing Announcement, readers!'

The newspaper read on the front page.

'Today we come to you with the latest news of a new form of magical communication. Here with us is Harry Potter, the boy-who-lived.'

'Hello, Jim. Happy to be here...'

'Now there is a new product in the market with your family name written all over it.'

'Yes, the Mirror Phone. The latest and newest invention and I hope our answers to the problems we face today.'

'Some might say we are doing perfectly alright with owls. What do you have to say to that?'

'Are we Jim, huh? Do you know how long an owl from Magic Britain to America takes? 7 days, seven days we could have put to much greater use, seven days we could have been in closer contact. We live in a time where magical countries don't have the best of communication. Why you ask, because our form of it is too slow.

I want you to imagine a world where it only takes milliseconds for you to talk to someone from all the way across the world. What would this new world bring, what sort of connections would we form?'

'Sounds good and all, but does it work?'

'Yes, Jim you have my word as the Defeater of Voldermort! This is something that has been tested and retested over and over by the finest minds of my family's Golden Tower! So you have my word that it works.'

'Now on to other topics, who would be the new Lady Potter? You are the last Potter so....'

'No comments!'

'Come on, just tell us that fine...'

'No comments, Jim!'

'Alright then, there you have it folks from the Daily Prophet station. Harry Potter!'

'Thank you, and I hope I see you fine folks in our stores trying out our new mirror phone!'

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"Did you hear about this new magical form of communication?" asked an older gentleman with a wizard hat and long flowing robes.

"You know nothing beats owls, whatever they tell you. They are safe and stable and have been around for thousands of years," the grumbly friend answered.

"No, this isn't just some new thing, this is from Harry Potter, the boy-who-lived!"

"Really," the other gentlemen asked as his face lifted up a bit.

"Yeah, all the advertisements on the newspapers are saying that these Mirror Phones allows you to instantaneously communicate with any wizard or witch no matter the distance. Plus they have some useful things included in it with even more on the way."

"I guess it couldn't hurt to try it if it from the boy-who-lived."

"Mhmm, plus they have a guaranteed 90 days return policy if the magical mirror doesn't work as advertised."

"Now I must really buy it."

In front of a crystal pristine building with a mirror shard logo was a long line of people waiting for the door to open. There were countless conversations going on about this new form of magical communication.

"I heard you can send messages as well," a young witch stated to her friend.

"Really?" her companion asked in disbelief.

"I heard that the first 100 people get it for free!"

"Same, that's the only reason I am here. It just sounds too good to be true."

"It is a bit on the expensive side," a young Ministry worker stated.

"I know but for what you are getting, it kind of sounds fair," a scholarly looking man replied.

"How is going over 600 minutes a month, and being charged 7 Knuts for every extra hour fair?" a young, and hip looking kid asked.

"Yeah, this is just plain and simple theft!" his friend agreed.

Snorting, the man asked, "what the hell are you doing spending more than 10 hours a month on your phone."

"Hey, we got a life unlike you," one f them exclaimed as they went red in the face.

Shaking his head sadly at youth, he stated, "Still when you look at it in the long term which you youngsters seem unable to do, this Mirror phone, if it works out like its advertised, would cost you less then feeding, sheltering, and taking care of an owl."

"You youngsters and your strange devices, can't you owl each other like in the good old days?" an elderly woman asked.

"Mom," her older son said with a sigh, "don't you always complain of not being able to see your grandson enough. Well, the Mirror phone has a function where you are able to see each other from long distances."

Waving her walking cane she shouted, "then why aren't you getting me this thing. Did I raise such an ungrateful son, that you can not even do this for me?"

"What do you think I am doing," he mumbled.

"Speak up, I can't hear you," the elderly woman shouted as she brought her ear nearer, "and what did I tell you about mumbling. You are too old for that and should know better."

Finally, the doors of the building were opened and people began to enter.

The place was a like a shinning marble crystalline hall with Mirror Phones set up so that people could give it a demo if they wanted to.

Waiting for them were polite and respectful employees demonstrating the functions of the phone to everyone.

"So I can customize my phone if I wanted to?" a woman asked with her boyfriend in tow.

"Yes, ma'am, our Mirror phone come in the default simple white mood with our logo, but we can do a variety of things from intricate golden designs, flowery design, calligraphy, and so forth. Plus we can change frames from metal, wood, glass, and everything in between. We have everything to everyone's specimens."

"Wow," the woman said, "Jack could I please get this wonderful oceanic design."

With the successful opening of Mirror stores all over Magical Great Britain slowly but surely wizards and witches were trying out these new magical form of communication. Everywhere you looked you can see people carrying it around as word of mouth spread and more people came in droves.

With the guaranteed buy-back option more people were willing to try it out, some being skeptical others morose, and even more hopeful.

With Harry's name especially at the front of the campaign, it brought in even more people. And people were giving him credit for inventing the mirror phone and calling him all sorts of things like a genius and the new hope.

The newspapers were having a field day as day in day out they were coving the Mirror Phone calling it the new form of magical communication that would rock the magical world to its core. No longer did they have to run advertisements since they were fervently doing it for him.

Even large companies and organizations started to get into contact with Harry through Tobry asking for big orders. Such as the Ministry itself which was asking to buy thousands in bulk.

From the background, the enchanters worked tirelessly to produce even more Mirror Phones to meet the skyrocketing demand. Plus the arithmancers also did their job expanding the new network developed by Livia and to keep it stable and working.

Still even if he did want to expand to other countries he knew that it would take time, already his workers were swamped with calls coming in about this or that.

It was clear that he would have to take his new budding empire step by step.

Nevertheless, he was doing wonderfully here as gold pilled into his accounts by the day.

Watching from the background and staying out of the public view, it took great enjoyment in that.

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New POV*

Dumbledore*

Inside a grand and magnificent circular office, full of countless magical objects ranging from the most mundane and simple to the very powerful. A few very curious alchemical instruments sat on spindle-legged tables, whirring and emitting little puffs of smoke.

There were shelves filled with endless tones on a variety of subjects of magic. On the wall were portraits of old headmasters and headmistresses, all of whom were snoozing gently in their frames.

There was also an enormous, claw-footed desk right in the middle of the room with parchments pilled on top of it and a perch right next to it. Sitting behind it was a shabby, tainted wizard's hat — the Sorting Hat.

In the fireplace, a nice fire was going on making the room nice and toasty. Above the desk was a model of the solar system with was near to life as the planets slowly spinning around the sun.

Sitting on a large intricate chair was an old man with silver hair and beard both long enough to tuck into his belt. He was very tall, thin, and had on long flowing silvery-white robes that swept the ground. His blue eyes were light, bright, and sparkling behind half-moon spectacles and his nose was very long and crooked, as though it had been broken at least twice.

The old man was Albus Dumbledore one of the most powerful wizards in Magical Great Britain if not the one.

Suddenly there was a shrill beautiful cry of a bird-like creature that swept in the office on its beautiful ruby-colored wings. Doing a few circles in the air, it tossed a newspaper before the old man then landed on its perch.

"Thank you, Fawkes, the old wizard said as he tossed it one of its treats.

Unfurling the paper, the old man gave his tea a swirl then took a sip and began to see what the daily word was.

Glancing at only just the titles, his eyes nearly popped out and he almost had a heart attack on the spot, if only.

'The Biggest Scandal of the Century!'

'Boy-who-lived living in an abusive home!'

'Muggle animals, a threat to our society!'

'A call to action!'

'Dumbledore, Azkaban or Not?'

Reading over the articles, his mouth just continued to drop open as he had no words at all to form. This was so out of his plan. He never imagined... no he never thought in his life this would get out.

'Minister Fudge calling for Dumbledore to come before Wizengamot when back in session!'

Closing the newspaper shut and tossing it to the side, he sat back in his chair. Now that the truth was out he would have to work overtime to put out the fires.

But how? How did this happen?

This really derailed so many plans, plans done for the Light.

Thoughts swirled in his mind as the headache built, there will be no denying the newspapers would have a field day with him. And the Dark houses would add more fuel to the fire.

He really wanted to wipe them all out, but everyone deserved a second chance. Even the most vile and blackest of hearts.

Plus the wizarding population was at an all-time low, as the latest population census had wizarding-kind population at 1 to 8 muggles- leaving the wizarding population at only 750,000,000. That was way down from the 1 to 5 ratio that had been maintained for centuries on end, not even mentioning further back such as the times of Atlantis where all humans have been Homo Magi.

[A/N: the population of the word in the late 1990s was a bit over 6 billion]

But with two massive wars back to back, a lot of old and new blood had died out.

Furthermore, the biggest problem yet that the wizarding world was facing- the weakening of the population as a whole, magically. This was a secret only keep among the highest of circles. With countless research done, it has shown that there have been countless reasons for this such as inbreeding, plus the old bloods refusing to mix their lines with the new generations of wizards and witches entering the world for the first time.

Thus all he could do was try to preserve the wizarding world the best he could for as long as he lived.

Just then as he was ruminating on these subjects a loud knock echoed from his door and he could hear the shouting of a very familiar voice.

Sighing, he waved his hand and the door to his office swung open, and out stepped in Minerva McGonagall with her emerald green witch hat and robes. He could already feel the burning rage boiling off of her, and even Fawkes which a Master of Fire took a step back.

"Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, tell me that this isn't true?!" she shouted as she waved her copy of the newspaper in his face.

"Come down, Minerva," he said as he made calming gestures, not denying confirming it.

"DO. NOT. TELL. ME. TO. CALM. DOWN," she shouted in a barely contained voice as she more or less snarled it out. "I should have known something was going on when that woman," she spat out clearly talking about Rita, "came snooping around."

Stepping in, Professor Flitwick an eccentric short man with goblin blood in him and white hair streaking through his brown hair, squeaking out, "Albus what would Lily and James think about us leaving poor little Harry with... those vile beasts," he said as for the first time he showed an ounce of anger.

"If I knew the boy, well then I would imagine he is making this all up to get some attention and gain some pity," a thin man with sallow skin, a large, hooked nose, and greasy black hair uttered with a sneer.

Before he could say anything else he had a wand pointed right underneath his hooked nose, "If you do not shut it, Severus, then I will personally do it for you," McGonagall said as all her rage was directed at him for the moment.

That seem to shut the greasy bat up as he had no words to say at all.

"Now, Minerva, let's put our wands away and have cooler heads prevail," the old man uttered trying to ease the situation.

Bringing her attention back at him, the wand was pointed at him this time and the witch hurled out, "I can't believe I trusted you with Harry's care. You were always negligentful, giving you the care of a child was a huge mistake on my part. Now is Harry still there with those animals? I will go and deal with them myself."

"Yes, and I shall come along with you," Flitwick nodded his head in agreement clearly ready to cause some pain.

"You do not have to worry yourself about," the old man said as he got up from his chair. "I will personally go check and Harry, and see to this issue myself."

Without a word, Fawkes flew up towards him, then grabbing him by his hat, they both disappeared in a firey vortex of flames.

"ALBUS!!!" the woman shouted as she tried to reach out to him but he was long gone, alongside his phoenix.

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Appearing outside of a nice quaint neighborhood, Dumbledore's face was a dark cloud. There was only one time he felt this way, when his baby sister Ariana was attacked by those savage muggle boys leaving her magically inert.

When he sent Harry to the Dursely's he knew their attitude towards magic, and that fit perfectly into his plan. All he wanted for the boy to grow up in an aloof house where he wouldn't have access to the magical word so that he wouldn't understand what he represented and become full of himself.

But the pure savagery that they committed against him, he knew he should have looked deeper into how malnourished he was when he came to Hogwarts and the scars that covered him, head to toe.

Just reading those articles about all that they have done to him, making the boy their servant at just 4 years old, not even telling him his name until he went to muggle school, and then beating and bullying he received from his cousin.

It all made it near to impossible to quill his anger as the ground underneath him shook and tremored, the muggle lights began to go out in some homes or some just exploded, trees started to shake and sway in the wind, dark clouds started to gather overhead, and lightning began to flash above.

Taking deep calming breaths, he put down his boiling rage and walked over to the familiar home. Knocking on the door, nobody answered, having no patience for this he waved his hand and the door opened.

Walking inside, he noticed how abandoned the place was. Nobody seem to be home.

Leaving the way he came in from, he spotted a muggle that was walking his dog. Coming up to the man he greeted, "Hello, do you know what happened to the occupants that lived here?"

Coming to a pause, the man asked, "Have you been living under a rock mate," then looking at his long robes and wizard hat, he muttered to himself, "maybe you have been thinking this is the middle ages."

Ignoring his comment, the old man asked, "Just humor me."

"Well I would have never imagined it, but those people had another kid living with them one that they said was a delinquent that had good for nothing parents that died in a car crash, and they took him in from the kindness of their heart."

Doing a double-take at the clear blatant lies, the old man just couldn't believe what he was hearing, lies about the Lily and James, lies about Harry, and even lies about why they took him in.

Somehow noticing his feeling, the dog walker said, "Yea, I know, and imagine what happened when we found out that it was all lies and they had the poor kid living there in abuse. Plus this kid wasn't just the son of deadbeats, but Nobles! Could you imagine their gall to do that to a new and upcoming lord?

If only I had known," he said as he had a far off look of greed and avarice, "I would have rescued the boy and taken him in."

Saying nothing about the nature of muggles, just then there was a loud pop and a wizard appeared out of nowhere.

"Blimey bloke, where did you come from?" the muggle asked in wide eyed wonderment.

Saying nothing the newcomer just cast a spell on the man and said to him, "carry on like nothing happened."

Nodding his head dumbly, the dog walker walked away without another word.

Looking over at the wizard, the old man asked, "Let me guess, you or whoever you work for had a part in all this."

"That is of none of your concern, Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter is now a ward of the state. So he is out of your hands."

Staying silent for a long time, the old man finally spoke up in a quiet tone, "I will not be denied anything. Tell. Me. Now. Where. is. Harry Potter?" as his eyes began to twinkle like a bright star in night the sky.