In the Headmistresses office of Hogwarts, one Daria Percivella Wulfurica Brianna Dumbledore was justifying making Harry Potter's life a living nightmare so he would be in the right state of mind when it came time for him to die for the Wizarding World.
"It's for the Greater Good!" she told her reflection in the mirror while sucking on a lemon drop, laced with a calming draught.
She made sure it wasn't the ones reserved for guests, those were laced with Liquid Imperio.
"What is the suffering of one boy against the big picture?" She reminded herself once more.
She still felt ashamed, and for some reason Fawkes had abandoned her years ago, she had been forced to make due with Owl's covered in glamours to look like the old bird.
"For the Greater Good young Harry must destroy the horcruxes of Lady Quinnmort before dying at her hands!"
Daria Dumbledore sighed, "Then I must slay her in turn... For the Greater Good of course."
