Author's note: Hello, and welcome to my story! This is my first fanfiction attempt, I've never written anything like this before. I will do my best to keep my grammar good, but please do correct me on something if I mess it up. Thanks, and happy reading!

Summary: Harry has been manipulated is whole life. His friends aren't who they seem, the Weasley's aren't the loving family he once thought, and his mentor has been bending him to his will since the age of one. What would happen if, in the summer of fifth year, the Goblins notify him of his inheritance? WARNING: Strong Weasley/Dumbledore/Hermione/Many other original good character bashing.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter, that title is bestowed upon the lovely J.K.R, I'm just playing in her universe.

PROLOGUE

Privet Drive is a quiet suburban neighborhood Surrey. Normal middle class homes line the streets, with normal families inside, doing normal activities. Nothing ever peculiar happened on Privet Drive. Everything was completely normal, on the night of October 31st 1981, except one thing.

A man stands at the end of Privet Drive. He has a long, white beard and half-moon spectacles on the bridge of his nose. His eyes were a blue sea with a spark of intelligence. His cloths were long grey robes, and his face had a grandfatherly look to it. Many would take one look at this man and immediately trust him. However, looks can deceive.

Behind that grandfatherly look, Albus Dumbledore was planning. Lily and James Potter were killed earlier that day. They were killed by the Dark Lord Voldemort. It was sad that they were killed, yes, but it came with a wonderful result.

The self-proclaimed Dark Lord was vanquished. Dumbledore didn't know exactly how, but he was gone for the time being. James and Lily's son, Harry Potter, survived against all odds though. Albus sent Hagrid to go look through the wreckage as he had the most strength, but instead of finding three bodies, he only found two. Harry Potter somehow survived the destruction, and was being brought to Privet Drive right now.

Dumbledore began walking down the road, occasionally looking around with calculating eyes. He finally came to stop at one specific point, and pulled out a stick of wood. The stick of wood was his wand. He began waving it around while chanting in Latin, which would have made him look like a lunatic if anyone had been watching. He was casting wards that would sound fancy, but would not do much good in the event of an attack. He planned on telling everyone that the wards were blood wards, designed to keep out all that planned on harming Harry. This was a necessary lie. Dumbledore could think of no other way to keep Harry under his control and at Privet Drive once he learnt of the magic, except the promise of safety. This was a necessary lie for the Greater Good. Speaking of magic, he also added a magic dampener that would block most of Harry's magic. Once Harry spent about five years here, he would only have access to about 40% of his magic, after 10 years, he would only have access to about 70%, and by fourteen or fifteen years, he would only have about 85%. Eventually, satisfied with his work, he walked the rest of the way to the front of Number Four. Suddenly, he froze.

Sitting on a brick wall just a ways away, a cat was watching. She was an average sized cat, but the odd part was not her body, but how aware she seemed. She seemed to be watching everything, almost as if she was judging something. The cat was staring at Dumbledore, when he suddenly stopped, and turned around, staring right at her.

Chuckling, Dumbledore spoke "Why hello Minerva, what brings you here?"

Glaring, the cat transformed magically into a person. She was dressed in robes, like Dumbledore, and had her hair in a tight bun. Her posture seemed to speak for herself saying no nonsense. "I don't understand how you do it Albus; nobody can ever sneak up on you." She spoke sharply, with a hint of a Scottish accent.

"Many years of experience at awareness, my dear Minerva." He spoke calmly, with a hint of amusement.

Grumbling to herself, she got right to the point. "So, is it true, is He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named truly gone?"

"Vanished yes, however I doubt he is human enough to die quite yet." Albus mused gravely. "I do not think he is gone for good, but for now, it is a time for celebration."

"And the Potters... I have heard rumors, are they true? Are James and Lily truly gone?" She asked desperately.

"Unfortunately, yes, James and Lily have passed on. However, their son, Harry lives on, which is what brings me to this neighborhood. Speaking of which, why are you here?" Dumbledore asked without a hint of humor.

"I was a good friend to both Lily and James, I felt it was right to say goodbye to their son until I see him at Hogwarts. Where will you be placing him?" Minerva wondered.

"I plan on placing him with Lily's sister and her husband, whom live at Number Four right there. The blood protections will…" Albus was cut off by a sudden outburst from Minerva.

"You plan on placing Harry with those people? Those muggles are the worst of their kind; I have been observing them all day! They spoil their little boy even though he is too young to notice; they hate anything abnormal! You plan to place the Boy-Who-Lived as people are calling him, with his muggle relatives who hate magic? I remember when Lily's sister, Petunia, virtually told her she hates her. And you expect these muggles to treat young Harry well? They will treat him like a house-elf!" Minerva practically yelled.

Albus took a moment to compose the anger he was feeling. Minerva was supposed to follow him blindly, not have an opinion of her own. He quickly thought out a game plan, and smiled kindly at her.

"I assure you they will do no such thing. These people are his relatives; surely they would not harm him or treat him badly in any way." Dumbledore consoled. "Even if they do hate magic, the blood wards I have placed around the property will protect them, and in times like these, protection is everything."

She took a moment to think, and decided to trust her mentor on this. "So when is Harry being moved here?"

"He should arrive anytime, I believe Hagrid will be bringing him." Dumbledore did this on purpose to get Hagrid emotionally attached to the boy. This was another mistake in Minerva's eyes though.

"HAGRID? Hagrid of all people? Are you sure he's really the right person for the job?"

"I have much confidence that Hagrid shall get the job done. Ah, here he is now." Dumbledore looked expectantly towards the sky, which didn't show any signs of his arrival. Minerva stared into the sky, waiting for something to happen, until one of the stars started moving and getting brighter. A low rumble started filling the night's air, making a loud ruckus. Hagrid touched down on the ground, and slowed down, carrying baby Harry in a small bundle while he rode a flying motorbike… Wait, a flying motorbike?

"Where on earth did you get this from, Hagrid?" Minerva asked.

"Young Sirius Black lent it to me. He didn't look too good when I left. James was his best friend after all, it is to be expected." Hagrid explained.

"Well, shall we get this finished up?" Dumbledore smiled at the thought of Sirius, he would be taking the blame for the death of Lily and James. Dumbledore, of course, knew it was Peter Pettigrew that betrayed the Potters, as he himself had cast the Fidelius charm, meaning he knew who the secret keeper was. He couldn't have Sirius taking custody of Harry though, as that would ruin his plans that he had laid out. Having Sirius take Harry in would mean Dumbledore would virtually lose access to Harry, making it incredibly hard to manipulate him. No, Sirius had to take the blame for the Greater Good.

The party of three plus baby Harry moved up to the front steps of Number Four, until they reached the front door. Dumbledore took the bundle from Hagrid, and placed him on the top step, and placed a letter on top. Inside the letter, there were threats that if they didn't take Harry in, they would be in excruciating pain, which Dumbledore would oversee. Of course, the others didn't need to know the contents of the letter, so he didn't tell them.

As they were saying goodbye and turning away, Hagrid let out a loud cry as he leaned over the bundle. "Be quiet Hagrid, you'll wake up the whole neighborhood!" Minerva exclaimed.

"Sorry Professor McGonagall, it's just so terrible what happened to Lily and James. They didn't deserve it! And now Harry is an orphan!" Hagrid said with a sad look.

"It is terrible indeed. Now come everyone, let us go join in on the festivities." Dumbledore comforted, and then turning away, he began to walk to the ward boundaries. The wards he set up were powerful enough to keep people from apparating in directly onto the property, but they would not keep out people like he claimed. Once outside the wards, Hagrid got back onto the motorbike and, with one last sad look, rode away. Professor McGonagall and Dumbledore took one last look at the house that would be home to the Boy-Who-Lived, and then turned on the spot and apparated away, never being seen there again for many years.

A/N: So! There's the prologue! Yes, this will be a manipulative Dumbledore story, and some of the things that Dumbledore does could be looked at as evil, but he is a light wizard. He just has a twisted way of defining light. He will be a main antagonist, trying to keep Harry under his control after Harry claims his inheritance. Some Weasley's will be annoying and side with Dumbledore, but some may not (I'm deciding which right now), also Hermione will side with Dumbledore. It makes sense, she views authority like its always right, sorry Granger fans! Feel free to tell me how I did!

Next Chapter: Harry is in the summer after Fifth year, thinking about Sirius, and decides he's going to run his life, instead of let others run it for him.