WARNING: Major Dumbledore bashing and spoilers for 2nd and 6th book.
Sorry again for another late upload however, thank you again to the reviewers. All I have to say is wait…. All will be revealed in due time ;)
All was going to plan for Dumbledore. The stupid minister Fudge had decided to make his security measures a matter of law, this meant all the professors at Hogwarts HAD to give Dumbledore their basic biography's and a litre of their blood which was protected by their magical signatures. This gave him all the tools he needed to complete the potion. As soon as Hagrid returned from his 'Harry Hunt', with his newest memory for the collection and the Philosopher's stone, he could begin.. Speaking of the half-giant…
"Ah, Hagrid, unlucky again I presume?"
"Ay Dumbledore, I'm sorry but I just couldn't find 'im. I even tried Spinners En' but I couldn't find 'im"
"Would you mind me looking at your memory Hagrid? I might see something you missed."
"Sure headmaster. Anythin to bring 'im home!"
"Alright then, pensive or leginmens?"
"Pensive. So if yer see 'im, I know where to go back to without me 'ead 'urtin'."
"If you will..."
"Here ya go."
"I will call for you when I am done. I am unsure of how long this will take."
"Sure thing headmaster."
"Hagrid? The stone?"
"Oh yeah, nearly forgot there! 'Ere ya go. Well, I best be off then…"
With that, Hagrid left. The twinkling of Dumbledore's eyes maintained as he laughed whole-heartedly at the half-giant for being so gullible, just like the rest of the fickle wizarding world. After a few healthy minutes of chuckling, he gathered himself together and began the most important part of his potion. He would make sure that imbecile Hagrid got so over worked with his emotions that he would need a pepper-up potion.
The first thing to put into the potion was the basic biography. This was spelled in so that potion would only take to the person it was intended for, in this case, one Rubeus Hagrid. The potion seemed to accept the information. The affirmative hiss started at the information of half-giant and ended with his 'unfortunate' expulsion in his third year due to both Aragog and his puppet, Tom Marvolo Riddle. First try, a success for many but an expectation from one such as he. Once this stage of the potion was done, Dumbledore could match the potion to a more sustainable level. Through adding a hundred millilitres of blood then stirring clockwise thrice, he was also tying in the regenative properties which meant that the potion fixed itself if anything in the persons system affected its manipulations. After all the blood was tied in, the potion began to read the magical signature, making sure everything was connected and fluent. This potion was of course from the 'dark' side but even though he was the image of everything light and pure, he was quite proud of his little invention!
Knowing that his control was well and truly established over Hagrid, he moved over to the pensive to watch Hagrid's journey from the beginning of his Harry hunt to the collection and transportation of the Philosopher's Stone, the first in his quite harsh test for the young wizard. If only one could find him. It was not often that Dumbledore's moves failed but at least this should put the brat even deeper in his favour once all is revealed to him. The revelations of the valiant heroes his parents had been, how he was worshipped when he was actually 'just Harry' and most importantly, the acceptance. For Dumbledore knew the child was alive due to the trace he put upon the Potters when Harry was born and he also knew that due to the 'accidental horocrux' within Harry's scar, that who ever had taken him were about to come under some very dire affects, as over ten years exposure to a horocrux wasn't really good for you…
'Enough chess for one night, better take a lemon drop' Dumbledore mused to himself. The sweets were quite intoxicating, especially as they are laced with a calming draught. After taking the prescribed amount, he tipped the memory forcefully into the pensive and got to work reviewing all of the bumbling man's thoughts.
At first it was as normal, the man stomping through the streets looking for the boy as if he was a wild creature. As if sighing was enough, the bumbling man then looked inside a rubbish bin for Harry. He had joked about it once to Hagrid, stupidly thinking he would get a somewhat intelligent response and once again being disappointed. He was almost ready to sit down and wait it out as a swirl of blacks and greys swam around him until he noticed a suspicious spot of colour coming from within a house. Hagrid had obviously noticed it as it was part of the memory but once again the idiot hadn't thought anything of the child that had been able to see through the glamours, which was obvious due to the wide-eyed expression that was fleetingly seen. It was undoubtedly the Potter boy, he quickly memorised the address of his newest pawn and decided to go there himself to discuss the wizarding world with its' saviour.
He was about to leave the memory when he saw it transition. The memory was now of the Philosopher's stone. He watched the whole process and had to refrain himself from cursing the man the next time he saw him as he was declaring a secret package to the whole of Gringotts whilst telling them what vault it was in. After Hagrid left Gringotts, he had once again prematurely assumed that the memory was over when he saw what Hagrid had unintentionally put within the extracts. His meeting with Snape and Snape's 'nephew'. Oh, this was bound to be interesting.
As Harry Potter, the 'missing' boy-who-lived, walked away to find something, presumably a friend due to knowing all about the wizarding world from the looks of it, he was drawn back to the civil conversation between Hagrid and Snape. Snape answered the questions almost honestly. He called Harry such wonderful terms which sure fit the boy now but… that's about it. From the memory, Dumbledore detected some sort of muggle device being passed over to the man. But, oh well, he had finally met the other player in this game and for once he wasn't the intended.
When he was finally released from that man's memories, he went down to the dungeons to make find what he believed was a golem. One simple spell could tell him that and deteriorate it in less than a day, or so he expected. He arrived and cast the charm. He knew it had taken effect but he didn't realise that the dungeon bat had that much magical power! It was on par with good ole Tom so in actual fact, the golem would take four days to vanish. But before he cast the charm, he made sure to get a copy of the magical signature. Chuckling inwardly, he knew he had gotten the upper hand. Even when he realised there was a conditional golem still acting within the Slytherin common room's office. After raising a short panic outside of the dungeons causing the golem to reactivate, he cast the charm, shutting down the golem taking Snape's castle. He knew just how to retalliate to Snape's play and it's initials were T.M.R and it was very easily manipulated.
With a tinkling laugh, he left. Ready to plan both the rendez-vous with Hagrid and the apparently a decade old Snape family. What a night...
