Harry nodded and climbed out of his recliner. "Non-Dursley raised selections only, please."
All the statues went grey except for three.
"All Gryfindors have been raised by the Dursleys, I guess," Harry said with a sigh.
"Or all the options you have available at the moment have," Dumbledore pointed out.
"Does that mean I have to do this again in the future?" Harry asked.
"You're the Master of Death," Dumbledore pointed out, "I'm guessing that means you won't permanently die until you choose to. This is more than likely just the way your subconscious has chosen to allow you to access your powers."
"But if I change my past, then won't I prevent myself from becoming the Master of Death and gaining the power that allowed me to change my past?"
"Not at all," Dumbledore assured him. "If you have magic then causality is your bitch."
"Then what was up with all the rules about Time Turners you gave Hermione?"
"The last dozen muggleborn girls we allowed to use Time Turners before we gave them the rules kept abusing them for rather... immoral purposes."
"Immoral purposes?" Harry asked, confused.
"Think lesbian orgy with only one participant."
"You're kidding!" Harry exclaimed.
"Only slightly, but three quarters of the girls used them that way. At any rate, causality means little to a magic user, so pick away."