"Poppy, my dear lady, what seems to be the issue?" Albus Dumbledore spoke with a false smile plastered on his face. Albus sneered internally at the woman, always so gullible and eager to trust "The Great and Honorable" Albus Dumbledore- The foolish woman.
"Albus!" Pomfrey shouted again, hysterical and out of control.
"What is it Poppy?" said Albus, a note of exasperation coloring his voice at having to repeat himself.
"We have an emergency! It's the Longbottom brat, and Potter...they KNOW Albus!"
"What are you talking about Poppy? What do they know?"
"Our plans! They know of them!"
"Poppy, come through and explain yourself."
The nurse nodded and passed through the floo into the main chamber of the Headmaster's office where she saw Miss Granger and Mr. Weasley both ashen faced and shaking.
"Now Poppy, just what do you mean when you said they know of our plans?" Dumbledore continued once the two Gryffindors were out of the office.
"Albus, the boys came in to my Wing complaining that a spell Flitwick had them try didn't work, that their cores were blocked to certain types of magic." Pomfrey fretted and wrung her hands in agitation as she spoke the last words.
Albus winced internally and thought furiously to himself, after the conversation he just had with Miss Granger and Mr. Weasley where he had to reprimand them for fighting with the Potter brat.
That Potter boy... there has to be some way to control him, my magical artifacts would tell me if he has loosened the control I have on him. My plan was to never let him know his true power, to stopper it up so that I will always remain the greatest Wizard in all of Britain. I planned it out perfectly so that bushy-haired brat and redheaded oaf to befriend him and now my influence is damaged. What else could go wrong. I may have done things that have been extreme, but it has all been for the Greater Good. I remember that damned prophecy Trelawney spoke as if it was yesterday.
"When the darkness lives, two lights so pure, their souls shall prevail and bring peace to the magic, the one with the mark of the storm the other with the patience of Mother Earth together they will bring peace and prosperity to even the darkest part of magic. One born to the stolen flower, stolen from her family by the darkest of men, the other raised by the old dragon who was to protect him from all. Together, they shall rise and unite the world.
"Poppy, we must both go to them to make sure that our measures of containment are still fully in place." grinned a feral looking Dumbledore as he pulled the desperate woman out of her chair and back through the Floo and into the hospital wing.
Albus and Poppy walked over to the boys who were still under the effects of the sleeping potions. A pillow in Poppy's hand hovered over both the boy's faces but Albus' hand stilled her before she could act. Withdrawing his wand, Albus scanned both boys and smiled smugly.
"Come Poppy, The blocks are still in place. Release them when the potions wear off." Pomfrey nodded and smiled grimly to her boss before bustling off to her office and shutting the door with a bang.
Little did they know that everything they had just said and done had been overheard by the biggest pranksters Hogwarts had seen since the Marauders. Not only that but they were as loyal to Harry as their hair was red. As soon as the door was slammed, the pranksters ran down the hall to escape detection by either Pomfrey or Dumbledore. Their goal was to send off a letter to the only man they knew could be trusted, their mentor and God- Padfoot of the Marauders. Harry had told them in the previous year who Padfoot really was, and Fred and George knew that Harry needed as much support as he could get once he knew of everyone's betrayal of him.
"Can you believe the action we just heard in the wing?" Fred whispered turning to his brother George with a face of shock and pain mixed together.
"I'm still picking my jaw up off the floor mate, I mean, how could Dumbledore hurt Harry like that- I still don't believe it." Both boys shook their head and climbed up the steps to the Owlery. Petting Gilgamesh, their private post owl which served their fledgling joke shop, Fred grabbed a scrap of parchment from his bag and penned a quick note to Padfoot.
Padfoot-
We need to get in touch with you- We have evidence that something is wrong at Hogwarts and Harry needs our help and we know you are the only one who can help save Harry.
~Gred and Forge
Watching Gilgamesh swoop off in the distance towards Padfoot, the boys headed towards the safety of the Gryffindor Common room to plan and strategize and help their Harry the best way they knew how. The Weasley Twins, the modern Marauders were at war.
