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Dumbledore sat in his office thinking. He often did this, since his war with Grindelwald. Which in retrospect hadn't been a war, Grindelwald had just decided that muggles were obsolete and should be exterminated. He had several supporters and they, foolish misguided men had marched down muggle streets blasting them with dark spells. Dumbledore and a few other wizards had stopped them in three weeks, but the now everyone looked back on it as if it had been a three year war in which there were millions of casualties. These things happened long ago, and were not of the old mans contemplations that morning. No, today he was thinking of a young boy; Harry Potter.

Harry had been a cause of mystery for him. First he had been the child of the prophecy then when Dumbledore, in an attempt to get rid of the boy, sent the one that supposedly could kill him directly to his house. Alas, Voldemort failed to kill him, another plan foiled. With the boy alive, Dumbledore could not kill Harry, or Voldemort. So Dumbledore had become the Potter's secret keeper, just to kill them. It was a very clever plan, using Voldemort to kill Harry, just so he could kill Voldemort, too bad it failed.

'The plan failed,' he thought bitterly. 'I would have been rid of both!'

'Now,' thought Dumbledore, 'I must let the brat stay at the muggle's, so that he will be submissive to me! He must be trained. Not enough to survive, no, but just enough, just enough that, when he left, he would take Voldemort with him.'

Dumbledore had it all planned out, but not the blood protections, no. He would be the Potter's secret-keeper, give the information to the Dark Lord, and blame it on Pettigrew. He laughed to himself. But it was not Peter that had taken the blame. It had been Black.

Nobody even thought that the great Albus Dumbledore would have done that to the Potter's. They found blame in Black. But when Black had died, so did the thought that he would do such a thing. Why would the supposed Lieutenant in the Dark Lord's army fight against his own?

This, they had no answer to. Could it be that Pettigrew had lived? They knew not, and Dumbledore cared not what they thought. All he cared about was getting rid of his two threats. Tom Riddle was once a great boy, once human. He was everything everyone wanted to be. They did not see past his charming nature.

The fools of the world thought that he would grow to be a very powerful wizard. He showed the promise to become as powerful, if not stronger, than Dumbledore himself. Dumbledore knew that Tom Riddle would grow to be even more powerful than himself. That was why he put those restraints on his magic.

But now, Tom Riddle was something new, something vulgar and evil. He was no longer human. He was no longer himself. He was not Tom Riddle anymore. He had become Lord Voldemort, Heir of Slytherin. 'Now,' Dumbledore though, 'I must rid myself of another threat.'

Harry Potter would be even more powerful than Merlin. That would mean that Dumbledore would be nothing compared to him. Dumbledore shuddered at the thought of not being the strongest wizard in the world. He loved his magic, his power. He wanted everyone to be in awe of him, not some little boy.

'I will rid myself of these nuisances, and all will be fine again,' he thought with finality, turning, at long last, to his bed.