A/N: Not sure where this came from, but I hope you enjoy it.
Strange
He looked up from his desk where he was taking notes while speaking to a young dark haired child seated in a small chair next to him as a woman walked in, wearing what appeared to be robes.
"I'm sorry, Miss, but you will have to wait in the outer office until I am finished with my current charge. Once I've gotten him taken care of, I'd be happy to speak with you."
"You are Albus Dumbledore with the Child Protection Service?", she asked as she looked around the room, her square golden spectacles glinting in the light.
"Yes, I am. But as I stated, I am current busy." he answered, a hint of irritation in his voice.
"Yes, yes. I know. However, I have important information about Mr Potter and his family that you must know."
His eyebrows rose as he looked at the child, then back at the woman, "And what pray tell is that?"
She waved a stick at him, "Imperio. You will remove all information on Harry Potter from your system and close the files."
Harry looked up at her from his chair, "What you did is bad, you know."
She peered down at the boy through her glasses, an eyebrow raised, "And what do you know of it, child? What I do, I do for the Greater Good. And you will be returned to your family."
"Family doesn't lock each other in a shoe cupboard, hit them with frying pans, or fireplace pokers. And controlling someone to make them do something against their will is wrong. Everybody knows that." Harry replied, crossing his arms as he tried to glare at her.
"You are a child, Mr Potter, and do not realize that sometimes one must do bad things in order to bring good things to happen."
"Nuh-uh. Bad is bad. No matter what. Aunt Petunia said 'the road to heck is paved with good intentions'. Well, she said a different word, but I'm not allowed to say it."
"My boy, someday you will understand why this has to happen. For now..." She gestured with her wand at them both, "Obliviate! Obliviate! Mr Dumbledore, you have spent the afternoon looking over old files, you have not spoken nor heard of Harry Potter nor will you remember myself. Mr Potter, you will forget this has happened and will remember nothing of me nor our conversation."
With that, she took Harry's arm, turned on her heel, and they both vanished, the loud crack of noise making Albus jump, then fall out of his bed onto the cold stone floor of his quarters at Hogwarts.
Albus sat up, shaking his head to clear and to dispel the lingering dream, "That's it, no more pepperoni, swiss, and anchovy pizza with lemon drops for me before bed."
