-1THE SOLUTION

Draco Malfoy stood in the dungeons. His task was dangerous but he knew what he was doing, his father had shown him everything. He was ready.

"Goyle, pass me the dragons blood." Malfoy held out his hand for the bottle.

"Dragons blood?" Goyle answered

"Yes, the dragons b…oh never mind. Crabbe," Crabbe passed him the correct bottle and Malfoy added it.

"Draco," Goyle said, sounding concerned. "What's this spell supposed to do?"

"Create a time portal so we can go back and stop the raid on our manner house."

"But why?"

"Because," Malfoy sounded dangerous. "My father is looked in Azkaban and if the school find out I'll be a laughing stock. Now are you going to help me?" Crabbe and Goyle nodded.

They worked well after midnight, added ingredients until…

"It's ready." Malfoy stood back. "Oh great mistress of time!" the room went black, a mysterious light glowing from the cauldron lit up Malfoy's face, he didn't looked scared, he looked…evil.

"Open a portal for me! Open it back to…" he thought for a moment. "Back to 1882."

"What!" Crabbe and Goyle gasped. Malfoy turned to them.

"Jack the Ripper. He can come and finish Potter and his little friends off."

"But…but…what about your dad?"

"I can help him later."

"Open a portal!" There was a sudden great burst of dazzling light and a great portal open in front of them. A women stepped through.

"Wha…"

"I come, master." The woman said.

"Are you…Jack the Ripper?"

"Yes." She smiled. "My husband is James Maybeck, he was always associating himself with those…those bitches. I killed his regulars." She didn't look real, more like a entity.

"Are you real?"

"No. I am a mere reflection." She smelled the air. "Ah yes I must take a physical body in order to kill." Malfoy thought for a moment.

"Albus Dumbledore." He said with an evil cracked smile.

"So I shall." She disappeared.

xxxx

"Wish me luck as you wave me good bye! Cheerio, here I go on my way. Wish my luck as you wave me good bye! With a cheer, not a tear make it gay. Give me a smile I can keep all the while, in my heart whilst I'm away. 'Till we meet once again you and I…" something shot into his body, something painful, something alive. Albus Dumbledore staggered and fell against the wall, gasping for breath as what ever it was took over his body.

A voice inside his head told him

"You are no longer in command Dumbledore. You are mine to do as I wish."

"No!" Dumbledore tried to fight back.

An evil laughter filled his head.

"No use fighting it, it is too late!"

The solution. A few people commented on Albus Dumbledore being OOC, which was in fact made to be. Before any stupid person says that I changed it, I didn't. This has always been and always will be the solution. Oh, I am just using Florence Maybeck as we always assume that Jack the Ripper was a man. Ever thought that it could have been a woman? How many men would murder a prostitute without doing anything first (i.e. the original purpose of the…er…visit)? Also at the scene of the last murder there were the initials "FM" on the wall, and James Maybeck was murdered by his wife (Florence Maybeck) so…er…well just how my mind works.

My personal opinion is that it was possibly Walter Sickert as I like the theory and some of the evidence fits. I believe that the diary was NOT written by James Maybeck, but by his brother who was a failed playwright.

Dedicated to those forgotten women of Whitechapel who suffered in the hands of a mad man/women and whose murders we take advantage of to create wonderful stories and films. May their memories live on in our hearts and the hearts of their families and murder.

Enjoyed it?

Merlyn

14th August 2000