AN: Bonus chapter since it's premire night. I really appreciate the adds and reviews. Really love reviews guys (hint, hint). Anyway, this chapter will start to clarify things. Yes, the prologue was suppose to be a bit muddled since Dark Swan is insane.

Chapter One: Tarnished

London, England

Harry Potter frowned as he looked up from the brief he was reading when he smelt the uncanny smell of lemon drops.

"Didn't you read the sign? All Dumbledores will be banished from the premises."

"Harry," Dumbledore sighed. "Please don't make this meeting unpleasant."

"When has a meeting between us not been unpleasant?" Harry asked.

It was a rhetorical question, he didn't expect an answer. Of course there was an answer. There was always an answer with Dumbledore. "Before the end of your fifth year we got along quite well."

"You mean before you caused my godfather's death and proceeded to drop a couple of bombshells on me. And prior to that all those years of manipulation. Yeah…we got along quite swimmingly."

The old man sighed. He would've never recognized the young man in front of him as the once golden boy of Gryffindor.

For one thing, the trademark glasses were gone and cosmetic surgery had caused the lightning bolt scar to disappear. Then there were the other physical things, like the fact that the man in front of him was well over six feet and had hair that was perfectly styled and a way that did not make you think of James Potter.

There was really nothing remotely about the boy that screamed Lily or James, and that wasn't that much of a surprise considering that the boy wasn't theirs.

At least biologically.

Oh, the Potters had been more than willing to adopt him. Especially after Dumbledore explained the entire ordeal from them. Harry, though, was less impressed with the story. He didn't believe that Dumbledore had taken the boy away from his biological mother because he was protecting him; he merely thought he had an agenda.

And maybe he did.

If it meant an agenda for the greater good, but he really did not intend on Harry to get hurt. He was trying to help his poor mother who been overwhelmed with darkness.

He looked like her (well, before the curse took ahold of her), Dumbledore thought. There were some features, naturally, that he didn't recognize since he didn't know the boy's biological father. But those few days that Emma was in his cottage, he saw pieces of her in the boy. Especially when Harry was younger, before he lost Sirius and before Dumbledore had told him the truth about his origins.

How Harry had changed since then. The young man in front of Dumbledore was no longer naïve or trusting. And Dumbledore really wouldn't put it past him to send his own personal trolls out after him.

"Harry there's a reason why I'm here."

Here being Harry's law firm. Harry the barrister. That was something Dumbledore had never expected to see. Much like Harry leaving Hogwarts at the end of the first term during his six year. He had passed his NEWTs, had the scores to prove it, which made him a legal adult in the wizarding world.

And he soon dropped out of Hogwarts, to go to a muggle university. Cambridge of all places. Dumbledore didn't even think Harry had been that smart as a muggle, but apparently he was.

It was at Cambridge that they had yet one of their many blowouts. It had taken Dumbledore awhile to just find him. And when he begged that the boy needed more training, the boy promptly snapped his wand in front of him, telling him that he was done with the wizarding world.

At least until the lawsuits and his relationship with Daphne Greengrass began.

Harry Potter merchandise had always been popular in the ally for whatever reason, and somehow Harry had grown upset with the unauthorized use of his name and started to sue. And made a lot of money for it. Then the Weasley twins had hired him to represent them when they were getting sued by some idiot who didn't read the directions to one of their candies and ended up permanently growing feathers. He got the twins off and other people started hiring him, mostly muggles but he had a fair share of wizard clients. His business even increased when he hired Daphne.

But he never carried a wand.

Which was quite discerning since Voldemort was still very much a threat, though Harry would not hear a peep from Voldemort about anything about fighting the wizard.

Even though, Harry was probably the only wizard powerful enough to take him on if he wanted.

But nope, instead Harry was content with suing everyone he hated which included Hogwarts.

There had been so many lawsuits thrown his ways since Potter and Greengrass, LLP had opened. Many of the suites Harry, and all those students who were petrified (save for Ms. Granger, bless her soul who refused to join in on the class action lawsuit, much to Mr. Potter, Esquire's disappointment Dumbledore was sure). Dumbledore understood the anger, but soon Harry was going to have to take a hold of the Voldemort threat.

The prophecy had to be dealt with.

However, whenever he brought this up to Harry, the man just laughed and told Dumbledore to manipulate himself a new savior.

"You really should get a new wand." He told the man in return.

"Don't need one," Harry said. "If that's all you want to talk about, you better leave. We've been through this before, and I have to get ready for court."

It was always the getting ready for court excuse; it was a favorite of Harry's.

"One day you're going to have to face your destiny, Harry. He's not going to lie low forever."

Yet, he had. Even Dumbledore had to admit it was odd how the past ten years; Voldemort hadn't done anything really since the ministry incident. And really save for some spotty Death Eater activity, the wizarding world had remained ridiculously calm.

"You can be assured my skills are up to par, Professor. Not that I intend on getting in a dual with any dark wizards in the future."

"You need a wand," Dumbledore reiterated. "I don't know what you were thinking when you snapped yours."

"I didn't know you got a part time job at Olivander's, Dumbledore." Harry said as he put the brief away and turned his full attention towards the wizard.

When Dumbledore saw those eyes, he was always scared for a minute. As Harry matured the shade of green had become uncanny to the killing curse. There was almost a glow about them. And when he smiled, it made Dumbledore cringe. The boy looked like a cat that caught the canary.

His mother didn't look like that.

Not when she was herself.

Dumbledore always felt bad about how things had turned out for Ms. Swan. He had been hoping to save her. But as soon as Harry was born, and he saw her pass out and the darkness taking over, he knew he had no choice but to fake Harry's death.

To let the Dark One raise a child….

Shudders.

He had to remind himself that the Emma Swan that opened her eyes was not the girl that begged for help. The soulless dark eyes said it all. The Dark One had won.

He knew it was going to be a long shot, when she came to him. Perhaps, if she came sooner…but even then he doubted it.

Even Merlin couldn't control the Dark One, how could Dumbledore hope to contain it with a mere potion? But at least it had allowed Harry to be born uncorrupted.

Though, Dumbledore did see traces of the darkness in the boy, which worried him.

But it was nothing like his mother.

Harry just had an affinity towards dark magic, which worried Dumbledore, but the boy was not evil by any means. If anything showed this point, it was his reaction to Dumbledore's secrets.

Which was one of the reasons he allowed this whole barrister façade to go on as long as he did. Though, admittedly, Harry seemed pretty satisfied with his life and had done quite well for himself.

But really, a lawyer?

That was something he would've seen Ms. Granger excel in. Instead, she was worked for some political organization trying to get house elves rights. Not that she had any luck, since Mr. Potter worked for any organization that seemed to oppose said rights.

For some reason, he and her had some sort of falling out.

Not that his friendship with Mr. Weasley was worth that much either. Oh, yes, Ron still talked to Harry. They hung out, but Harry wouldn't talk about anything important with him. He was more or less a drinking buddy. The only person he seemed close to in the wizarding world was Daphne Greengrass of all people and that was mainly because she worked at his law firm as his partner.

Since Harry, mainly spent his time doing muggle cases of all things.

Except when it came to suing Hogwarts, which he loved to do that.

Much to Dumbledore's chagrin.

He sighed, "You know that's not what I meant, Harry. You need to protect yourself, Voldemort is still very much a threat."

Harry laughed at that.

"It's not funny," Dumbledore said. "You are the savior of the wizarding world, like it or not."

"I wasn't even born in the wizarding world." Harry countered.

He got that look on his face, every time he thought about his origins, Dumbledore thought. He was thrown back to the time he had told the boy he truth. Right after his godfather had died, Harry had been so angry then.

"I want to know everything!" He growled when he confronted Dumbledore about the prophecy.

And Dumbledore had just laid it out there and then. Because the boy did deserve to know, and quite honestly he was tired of the secrets.

He was surprised at how Harry reacted though.

"And you just told her I was dead!"

"I was protecting you, Harry." He said, "She wasn't herself anymore. She was only protected until after you were born then she was lost…"

"She was still there," Harry argued.

He always argued that. He was always sure that a part of Ms. Swan was there. Even though, Dumbledore always told him otherwise. He told him about those demonic eyes. About the way the creature that used to be Harry's mother tried to lunge at him, despite only giving birth mere minutes before. Luckily for Dumbledore, the potion he had been feeding Emma had paralyzed her temporary. But even then, he had only barely managed to escape with Harry. But Harry didn't want anything to do with it.

"You should've given her a chance," He argued.

Or he asked about his father.

And that was something Emma Swan had never confided in him, Harry's father. Dumbledore always thought bad about it, until James and Lily of course. They made excellent parents, until they ended up dead.

"And you sent me to the Dursleys, who weren't even my blood relatives." Harry snapped.

And thus, began another argument. The real kicker was that Dumbledore never told Harry, Emma's name. Out of fear that maybe across realms and time, she'd find him. And Harry never forgave him for that.

Even now, when the man was in his mid–twenties and was for the most point adult-ing it. He still got extremely childish when it came to the circumstances of his birth.

Dumbledore sighed heavily as he stared at present day Harry. "You really need to talk to someone about this anger, Harry. It's been over ten years since I told you about your birth."

"And yet I still don't know my mother's name." Harry snapped.

"I told you that your mother, or the shell that she is now, is a dangerous being. You're better off not knowing her name."

"Hmm," Harry said. "You know, I got another letter from a concerned parent at Hogwarts today. Seems like Filch's punishments have gone a little overboard. It would be a shame if the school got hit with another lawsuit."

Dumbledore clinched his teeth. Harry threatened to sue him on almost a weekly basis. The thing is the suits weren't exactly frivolous, so Dumbledore really couldn't do anything about it.

"Harry!"

"Go, Dumbledore." Harry said. "I can't deal with this right now."

"Will you at least think about getting a wand?" The man asked genuinely concerned for his former student.

Harry laughed, "I don't see why I would need one, but whatever. Maybe I'll buy one of those ones they sell at the muggle toy shops in London."

"Harry!" Dumbledore said, "Please, think about your safety."

The green-eyed man rolled his eyes. "Out! And let the door hit you on your way."

The sad thing was, he was more pleasant than usual.

Dumbledore sighed heavily as he left the building, as the elevator opened he almost ran into a man with an elaborate looking walking stick.

Dumbledore frowned as he looked at the man, thinking that there was something familiar about him. Maybe he was the father of one of the Hogwarts students that were suing him. There was something vaguely rude parent about him.

"Do I know you?" He asked the man who was leaning heavily on the cane.

The man glared at him. "I'm looking for Harry Potter's office."

So, he wasn't going to make any pleasantries. "You're on the right floor," Dumbledore said wishing Harry and Daphne hadn't set up anti-apparate wards in the building. "He's not in a good mood."

"Neither am I." The man snapped before proceeding to hobble off.

He really hoped he wasn't a Hogwarts student's irate parent. He'd probably tell Harry to go for the jugular. And that was never a good thing.

Chapter 2 Preview: Rumple wakes up from his slumber on his shop's floor where he realizes that there have been consequences from his little exploits with a fellow Dark One years back.