A/N This is a oneshot, and I really don't know how good it will be.. But it is the effort that counts, huh?

- minor flashback to 1895, when dumbledore was 17-

"How's your squib sister, Dumb-door? Oh, wait, she died"

"haha. Oh, yes, hilarious. For you. Small amusements for small minds, Malfoy."

The corridor, though still buzzing with teenagers, seemed to stand still as Oliver Malfoy drew his wand. The only thing that stopped him from killing poor Dumbledore was the headmaster, Professor Fiordalis.

"Boys! My office immediately! You know that only I am allowed to give permission to kill each other!"

Malfoy seemed cornered, and then wailed " But Professor! He - he killed my pet mouse!"

The headmaster smirked, in a way that said " I know you're lying.. Give up while you're ahead" and said, " Why, Oliver, I didn't know you owned a mouse! In fact, I vaguely remember you saying you only bought a cat to keep the mice out of your dormitory. I was under the impression you were allergic to mice."

Malfoy deflated and said " Yes, Proffesor. I was trying not to get him in trouble. He actually threatened to kill me..." after a pause, he continued, seeing the doubtful expression on the headmaster's face. " You saw him, right boys?" he said , adding a tremble to his voice,trying to seem more realistic. Needless to say, he miserably failed. The only response he got was a chorus of mumbles.

The headmaster concluded the discussion, saying"My office. Now..."and then, as Oliver seemed to think that comment was only aimed at Albus " Both of you, Mr. Malfoy."

A long walk to the headmaster's office proceeded this wonderful conversation, and Albus was fascinated that it was not a portrait, but a gargoyle that opened to admit them when the password was spoken ("candy cane").

Inside the office was just as eccentric as the gargoyle to Albus, but Oliver seemed to have seen it many times before. The office looked almost like a candy shop. The shelves that would usually hold textbooks were jammed with everything from muggle candy (oh, candy canes!) to drooble's best blowing gum, all labled.

The headmaster sweeped his wand in a circular motion, and two chairs zoomed forward toknock the boys into a sitting position.

" Well, boys... I have to say, I never thought I'd see good little Albus Dumbledore in my office" When Albus stammered a reply (n-n-no-no s-s-sir) the proffesor continued

"Iets have a lollipop, shall we?" with a flick of his wand, 3 lollipops came zooming off of the shelf into his hand. He offered one first to Oliver, who chose the largest (greedy, anyone?) and then to Albus.

"So Albus, what is your version of this very messed up story?"

"He asked me how my sister is doing.. And called me Dumb-Door.."

"Well, why was he going to hex you?"

ALbus laughed at this comment " Have you met Oliver Malfoy? Since when does he need a reason to hex someone?"

"Well, I would tell you not to-" The headmaster cut off because Oliver's mouth was smoking and his face was going red.

"Aaah, was that an acid pop? My mistake.

A/N Did you like it? Review and I will write another one.