The Diadone Method

Chapter 16 – Up to Something


Author's Note: This chapter starts with a tiny time skip backwards. We ended last chapter with 3:30am on Saturday.


It was the second Tuesday of the new school year and Hermione had a room to explore. She hadn't been able to go back since her short visit on Sunday and she was itching to see it some more. She'd also have to work on a way to hide the area around the entrance so she didn't have to wait for the early morning to sneak through the common room.

The first thing Hermione wanted to know more about was the brewing corner. Earlier she had noticed it briefly but she needed a closer look, especially if she was going to use it with any regularity. There was a small set up designed for three different cauldrons and a prep station. There was a complete set of cauldrons and equipment, a small collection of books, and an ingredients storage area. It was perfect for experiments and any 'extracurricular' brewing she may want to do. And she did have plans for that.

Hermione then made her way to the cozy sitting area where she could look at the small fireplace. She curled up in the armchair with a sigh, she was currently trying to decide whether or not to go through with a prank that she had dreamed up almost as soon as she got her hands on her 'supplemental' reading. See, Hermione wasn't just a bookworm, she was a bookworm with a sense of humor and the skills to pull off things never seen before.

Everyone assumed that her extra books were entirely dedicated to school. They hadn't even bothered to get to know her or ask what she was reading. They just saw the titles such as 'Little Known Potions From the Twelfth Century', they didn't see the inside of the cover which read 'How to get away with something because no one remembers it today!' They saw 'Arithmancy for Beginners' but not 'Or that's what you want them to believe.'

Early in her Hogwarts career she had been labeled a bookworm and that was what people insisted on seeing her as. Whenever she did or said something outside of that description, they teased her or told her to just stick with her books. This was quite rude and she really didn't appreciate the negative attention. Not to mention that it entirely destroyed her sense of self-worth, she was more than just a study obsessed teacher's pet.

Why did people insist on labeling everyone? Why couldn't Hermione be more than a bookworm? Were they so scared of someone with more than one talent that they had to make her life miserable when she did something that didn't fit with the expectations they had laid on her in the first week of knowing her? How could they be so appreciative of the Weasley Twins' antics but blind to the fact that they were in fact very studious? (To be fair, she had to admit that they covered up their studies quite well.) But really, were magical people just stupid? Did having magic somehow negate logic?

Sure, in primary school she had been made fun of for being such a study freak, but even her classmates could acknowledge when she pulled off a flawless prank. They didn't insist on ignoring her fun side. Here at Hogwarts, the students and teachers had seemingly decided that certain people were adventurous, certain people were troublemakers and certain people were studious, you couldn't be more than one. They couldn't see past her academic exterior.

Well, I'll just have to prove them wrong. Hermione thought to herself. She decided to go ahead with preparing the prank and see what happened. She would find a way to make a name for herself without getting caught. After all, she couldn't ruin her punishment-free record.

Mind made up, she inventoried the books she had available – her own and from the room – and made a list of ones to look for in the library. It was time to really start planning, in order to do this right (and get away with it), she'd need lots of patience and a bit of time. Hermione was in it to win, then she'd come out at graduation and take the credit she deserved.


A shiver made its was down the spine of all the Hogwarts professors. Minerva and Severus were in the staff room at the time and they looked at each other.

"What was that?" Minerva asked, worry building.

Severus tried and failed to ignore the sense of dread settling into his core. "I don't know, but I don't like it."

"You think it's the Weasley Twins?"

"Possibly." Severus responded, then he frowned, "But I get the feeling that this is somehow worse." And it might be. There was a whole new set of kids who were just waiting to get in trouble.

They were right, the school had better look out, there was a new player in town. And this one played for keeps!


Friday evening, Minerva sat at her desk grading the first years' first papers, it was a bit amazing how terrible some of their grammar was when they started out. At least Antonio will have something interesting to say. She thought to herself. Ten minutes later, she was sorely disappointed and seriously considered calling Diadone in just to find out what he's playing at. He had written the simplest paper possible! There was exactly the information required and not a single ounce more. It was obvious that he was aiming for an A, maybe an E. Minerva knew what that kid was capable of and this was not it.

Still, Minerva had promised the Diadone's and the Charleston sisters that she wouldn't let on that she knew who Antonio was. She was to give no indication that she had ever met either of them before, it could ruin everything. So while she couldn't drag the boy in by his ear and make him explain, she could leave a scathing comment on his essay about living up to someone's expectations. As it was, she had heard from Severus that Antonio was abnormally advanced in potions and was even taking extra lessons every Wednesday, it wasn't fair! Just because Antonio had figured out how to do pretty much anything he wanted just by willing it didn't mean he should slack off in her class. Anyway, she doubted Severus would be quite as accommodating if he knew Antonio's real identity. Not that she would be the one telling him. After a bit more thought, she decided that she would just have to find something that she could teach the boy that Severus couldn't.

She quickly penned a letter to Rebecca and Samantha Charleston updating them on Antonio, and another to Remus. Who knew when Sirius would remember to contact him? Having sent the letters on their way, Minerva poured herself a few fingers of single malt Scotch and grabbed a pile of seventh years' summer homework. As she was toeing her shoes off, a knock sounded at her door.

Severus knocked on Minerva's door, "Minerva. I know you're still awake."

The door swung open and he walked in. "Ah, Minerva, how are you this lovely evening?"

Minerva smiled and tossed the papers she needed to grade back on her desk, trust Severus to know when she could use a distraction. "Severus! I'm doing well. What brings you here?" She waved her wand and another glass filled itself and headed to the potions master's hand. "Or is it just the whiskey?"

"Entirely the whiskey." Severus said with a small smile. "I assure you, a dungeon bat such as myself would never seek out conversation with a lion."

"Of course." Minerva moved a few books off an armchair so Severus could take a seat. "I hear you're giving Diadone lessons." She prompted, not expecting much of an answer. What she got was an elaborate exposition on potions theory and a glowing description of Antonio as a student. It was shocking. She had never heard her dour colleague speak so positively about a student before!

The two professors – who everyone thought hated each other – then proceeded to polish off the bottle of Scotch and successfully procrastinate grading for the entire evening. The conversation covered everything from the suspiciously quiet Weasley Twins, to the few truly promising NEWT students in each of their classes, to Dumbledore having forgotten to warn students away from the third floor.

When their alcohol relaxed brains finally caught up to the fact that students could stumble their way into Albus' terribly designed protections, they quickly worked out how to keep them away. Finally, they decided to say that it was going to be off limits due to a potential flaw in the ancient architecture. They would announce this tomorrow morning then cordon off and put an alarm ward around the entrance. They planned to put an illusion of construction up the first week in October. No need to tempt the children with some cryptic message about danger.


Since the Gryffindor crew had gotten back in the wee hours of the morning, they missed breakfast and therefore didn't hear about the 'construction' planned for the third floor, or how it was off limits. Thankfully, Minerva and Severus hadn't been negligent and had put notices up all over the place and a sign near the entrance to the corridor. The group noticed it on their way to the kitchens.

"Hmm." Nio mused. "That could be a problem."

Neville nodded. "Especially if we want to go down again."

Sirius shrugged, "Check The Map, there's probably at least one secret passage we can use."

Fred pulled The Map out, "It's a long corridor after all."

"Any way, we could always use the windows!" George suggested.

Turns out, they wouldn't need to sneak in a window as there were no less than four different ways into the third floor corridor. Two official ones (main and emergency exit) and two secret passages. One from the fourth floor and one from near the kitchens, very convenient.


After they had recovered from their late night adventure and were adequately stuffed with mostly healthy food, the Gryffindor crew started researching the stone. Which was easier said than done. It took nearly two full weeks for the group of adventurers to find out what they could about the stone but eventually, with some detective help from Remus Lupin, they discovered that it really was the Philosopher's Stone and belonged to Nicholas Flamel. Why it was in the school was an entirely different matter.

A multitude of investigations – including many trips to the room where they found it – yielded absolutely no answers to the 'Why is it here? question, and in the end, they decided to at least try to contact its proper owner. A rather magnanimous decision for a bunch of reprobates. Though to be honest, with Nio involved, they used the opportunity to blackmail the oldest and probably most powerful wizard in the world. No need to let a perfectly good 'hostage' situation go to waste. By Wednesday, September 25, an owl was winging it's way to somewhere in France...probably. It wasn't like they had an address.

Turns out, they needn't have bothered and Nio's beautifully crafted ransom note went entirely to waste. Apparently the ancient man was not interested in communicating with anyone, not even someone who had found his priceless stone. The letter was returned Saturday, unopened, still attached to the owl they sent it with and there was no indication as to whether or not it had even been received.

Unfortunately for the Flamels, the new Marauders were not really in the business of being honest and considered their civic duty done (if it could even be called that). They had attempted to contact the rightful owner who obviously didn't want their property back. What this meant was that the current generation of troublemakers had a new toy and potentially unlimited funding…the world would not thank Nicholas and Perenelle's paranoia.

The boys decided that they had plenty of time to play with their toy and discover what all it could do. They also needed to figure out how exactly it worked...it didn't just spit out gold or immortal juice. And yes, they'd tried.

Eventually, they turned their attention elsewhere.

"You know," George said, an odd gleam in his eyes. "We have a perfectly good underground obstacle course just sitting around."

"What are you thinking?" Neville asked, wary of such hidden enthusiasm…and knowing the twins.

"We can charge people for a chance at it!"

"Why?" Asked Fred. "We already have unlimited funding thanks to the stone."

George snorted, "In theory." He said.

"We still haven't figured out how to make it work." Sirius pointed out.

"Or what it actually does." Neville reminded.

Nio just shrugged, "We'll figure it out eventually. It's not like we need the funds now." And it was sort of true, Nio and Evan had more than enough to keep themselves comfortable. Unfortunately, the twins had practically no money whatsoever and Neville's allowance was practically nonexistent thanks to his grandmother and her ridiculous expectations.

"Yeah. Maybe for you two." Neville said, gesturing almost rudely at Nio and Evan. "It's not the same for the rest of us. We either have to rely on a stingy grandparent or parents who don't even have enough money for themselves, let alone spending money for us."

"Oh. I hadn't thought of it that way." Sirius said. Between his parents, Uncle Alphred, and James' folks, he had never run out of money as a kid. It hadn't occurred to him that it would behoove some of the kids to capitalize on their find ASAP.

There then proceeded to be an hours-long discussion on the best way to turn the third floor corridor into a money maker. The one thing they agreed on immediately was that they needed to make sure the professors never found out. Especially since they had essentially stolen the object the obstacle course was there to 'protect'. Not that the protections were much good at all...or that the kids were intentionally keeping it from its rightful owner. They had tried to contact him, he just didn't want to talk...

One thing Neville (as the level-headed member of their group) insisted on, was that they find a way to monitor everyone who went down there, and a way to get them out if they started to fail a challenge. Especially the troll. The last thing they needed was for a student to be squished into oblivion or strangled by vines.

They would need to create back entrances to each chamber and a way of neutralizing the dangers. They also needed to figure out how to make a fake stone and some prize to offer people who made it through the challenges. In the end, they decided instead of constructing back entrances, they would just put a false wall up in every chamber with their own doors connecting them. That way, they'd be able to have a corridor that ran the length of the course.

It would take time and effort, but the payout would be fantastic, not to mention fun!


One of the bonuses of having a bored Marauder attending Hogwarts with you is that they aren't going to class all the time and can therefore implement plans in days, that would otherwise take weeks or months to get done. What that meant was that by the first Friday in October, less than a week after Flamel's returned letter, the crew was ready for their first victim. I mean, first competitor.

It was decided that they would let people go in teams if they wanted, but they still had to pay per person per attempt. The Gryffindors would take turns manning the 'Check-In Desk' and Evan would be monitoring the attempts. They had thought of everything from a calendar for people to schedule their attempts to what they considered a unique but free prize – a small guide on how to sneak around after curfew and knowledge of one secret passage.

They even wrote up a magical contract that wouldn't allow anyone to share details of what was happening except to people who already knew. They thought themselves quite brilliant, that's what happens when you combine Muggle mafia knowledge with a history of magical pranking.

Nio decided to let the twins take care of spreading the word, they knew more about who can – and will – keep their mouth shut while also bringing other people in.

It only took until their first contestant (sixth year Gryffindor on the first Saturday in October) for Nio to realize that they should let people look at the first room (Fluffy) for free because obviously the danger level was a bit higher than some expected. Also, as far as they knew, music really was the only way to get past a Cerberus and that needed planning. The crew was quite glad that they had put stipulations about harming any creatures in the course because otherwise Fluffy would probably be scarred for life and the troll dead.

It was amazing how many different ways people came up with to try and pass the different obstacles. Fluffy could apparently be distracted by meaty bones and was susceptible to hypnosis. The most common way down the trapdoor was not flying, as the original crew had, but rather a combination of feather light and levitation spells, followed by a rope of some sort. This usually meant that the Devil's Snare was bypassed and often times, because the students had brought and/or could conjure rope, the troll was tied up instead of stunned or gassed or slipped past.

To the surprise of the organizers, many people decided to keep the brooms from the key room and didn't play their way across the chess board. Some of the older students froze the chess pieces long enough to get to the other side and only a few actually did what it seemed was originally intended.

Sirius quickly found (he was often the one who monitored the course from their hidden corridor) that he had to repair quite a few walls because the whole 'just blast the door off its hinges instead of unlocking it' idea was extremely popular. Who knew Hogwarts students had such a penchant for destruction?


"Minerva, it's too quiet." Severus complained one evening halfway through October.

"Oh hush, Severus, you're just being paranoid."

"Seriously, something must be going on and we're not going to find out until it's too late and some horrible damage has been done!"

Minerva sighed. "Calm down." Then she actually thought about it for a minute. "Actually, you may be on to something."

"See!" Severus exclaimed. "There's not enough animosity in the school. Do not misunderstand me, I am enjoying the lack of general destruction and hostility, but it is not normal."

"You are right." Minerva finally admitted. She had been enjoying the absence of Gryffindor/Slytherin feuds, and fighting in the halls. There was usually an uptick in that before the Quidditch season. All those rather violent players would often take it out on each other. Unfortunately, in today's day and age a quiet September and October wasn't normal. Especially with some of the students they had walking their halls. For Merlin's sake, they had four Weasleys, a Malfoy, a Potter, and Sirius Bloody Black (not that anyone other than her knew about the latter two). Not to mention the fact that Albus was stupidly hiding a powerful magical artifact in the school. There should be something going on. In fact, there probably was. Damn.

"Oh dear." Minerva muttered, then continued more audibly, "Whatever it is, it's being covered up very well."

Severus raised an eyebrow, "Is there something I should know?"

"Just think about the students we have right now, many of them should be at each others throats!" Minerva explained, even taking Potter and Black out of the equation, it was a volatile group.

After discussing possible shenanigans that the students might be getting up to and how to possibly counter them, Severus finally said. "Well, there's nothing we can do about it now. It will eventually come to light and when it does, we will just have to deal with it."

"I just hope no one gets hurt."


"Merlin's fucking balls!" A seventh year Slytherin yelled as they fell to the ground, their arm most certainly broken and possibly their ankle as well. They had been sidling around a trussed-up troll when they stepped in a pile of goo and promptly slid along the smooth floor until they crashed over a massive club and hit the ground at a bad angle.

Sirius flew into action and hit the troll with a modified magical elephant tranquilizer from behind the false wall. He then rushed to the student and immobilized the arm and leg before bringing them to his little triage station that was set up in each room. Some quick diagnostics showed that it was a clean break and a simple sprain, both things he could heal properly himself. Using a combination of the wandless magic he and Nio developed and medical spells and potions, he numbed the arm, administered a Calming Draught, and healed the bone.

"There you go, good as new." Sirius said with a grin.

The seventh year looked at the man who had appeared from nowhere and promptly fixed the broken bones. "Thanks. I guess this thing is actually safer than I thought."

Sirius smiled, "I'm Evan, I'm a friend of Diadone's. We may be crazy, but we're not homicidal. Now, you can either continue on but count it as a loss, or we can head back and you can try again later."

The student thought about it for a minute but eventually decided to call it a day, they'd rather pay another galleon and get through it all, than have to 'lose'. Maybe they'd bring a friend to help next time...


After watching yet another student take a calculating look at the troll and decide to try again later (or come back with reinforcements), Sirius closed up everything for the night and headed back to the corridor.

"I see we had another injury." Neville commented as he deftly collapsed their mini waiting room, he had always been the most cautious one and was always a little annoyed when someone got hurt. They were actually racking up a large number of small injuries; concussions, sprains, broken arms, burns, bruises..little things but still injuries.

"Nothing too bad, they just slipped on troll goo and tripped over the club." Sirius said. "Anyway, they signed up for it. If the thing starts with a Cerberus, they should know there's more dangerous stuff to come. This one even thanked me and said they were surprised at the safety. What did they think? That a bunch of first and third years were happily sending people to their deaths?"

Shaking his head, Neville helped Evan pack away all evidence of this particular secret competition, he wondered about what he'd be like if he hadn't met Nio and by extension, Evan and the twins. In less than two months he had gone from being a shy child who had been convinced he was a near-squib, to participating in one of Hogwarts' greatest adventures. Life was surprising sometimes and he'd like to think that his parents would be proud of him for finding friends and making his own choices. Even if they were morally dubious (allowing students to injure themselves, stealing a priceless artifact, associating with literal criminals, and breaking more school rules in a week than most in a year).

There were many people who would probably be shocked at a young boy thinking his parents would be proud of him flouting authority so much, but Neville had always had a feeling that his parents (or at least his mum) may have had a mischievous streak. At least that's what he told himself. Anyway, it's not like they were permanently hurting anyone. It helped that three weeks of a near constant stream of attempts had led to quite the chunk of pocket money.


When Evan and Neville got back to the common room, they checked in with their compatriots who had just finished setting up their latest venture. See, once someone had gone through the third floor corridor, they often wanted something more to do. Quidditch hadn't started yet and adrenaline junkies needed their fix! So the Gryffindors teamed up with a couple Hufflepuffs to develop an underground dueling club. After finding an unused room near the Hufflepuff common room, they had started a competition.

Basically, one of the seventh years tested everyone and put them in levels then you fought. It evolved into a sort of round robin tournament and by the end of term they had an unofficial champion and runner-up. Some students even got together to make a trophy for the winners.

There was of course a price, not for dueling, but for watching. Spectators were charged based on seating location and caliber of duel being watched. As the people who had dreamed it up, the Gryffindor miscreants got a small commission.

Unfortunately for professors who wanted to deduct points, most of these matches were held during free periods and thanks to the sharing of select secret passages as a prize, students didn't have to congregate in obvious places.

The same rules applied to the dueling competition as did the third floor gauntlet, you could only talk about it around people who already knew. And the most important piece of all: never let the professors find out! This was of course in a written contract.

It would be many years before the existence of this little club became widely known. The only reason anyone found out was when someone decided to investigate the reason why so many Hogwarts students were getting Os in their OWLS and NEWTS. Never had the officials seen such consistently good scores in the practical exams! It didn't hurt that watching a duel was very instructional and many people would go over the spells used and argue about mistakes, tactics and improvements.

And the educational side effects didn't stop with DADA, since this was a dangerous club with no adult supervision, students were learning how to heal each other. There was an influx of candidates for various healing programs with a suspiciously comprehensive knowledge of first aid.

By the time the professors found out, it was years too late to put a stop to it, so they continued the dueling competition in a more official capacity. Of course, now that the students didn't have to worry about healing themselves in order to keep people from getting suspicious, the violence escalated a bit. Madam Pomfrey was not amused.


Hermione eyed Diadone from across the room, Lyall, the Lady in Red, had told her about a rumor the portraits had been spreading. McGonagall had announced a few weeks ago that the third floor corridor was under repair and therefore off limits. Apparently Diadone, Longbottom and the Weasley Twins had taken this as an invitation to set up shop there. Somehow, they had managed to find a way into the corridor that didn't involve the proper entrance and had made it so the portraits in the hall couldn't talk to anyone except themselves. Lyall also mentioned that everyone who entered the corridor from a secret entrance she didn't know the location of, was sworn to secrecy and always looked a bit worse for wear when they came out.

Nio felt Granger staring at him from near the fire, now there was a strange girl. At first glance, she was a textbook know-it-all swot who had the social graces of a three legged giraffe. But if you actually listened to her, you'd find cutting sarcasm and a wicked wit. People liked to joke about her bookworm habits and desire for perfect marks, but Nio was sure there was something more to Granger, he just didn't know what.

Unable to contain her curiosity any longer, Hermione approached Diadone and his large cat. "Diadone, a word please?"

Nio raised an eyebrow, "Of course, lead the way."

Hermione headed out the door and a little ways down the corridor. "I want to know what you're doing on the third floor." Straight and to the point.

"Oh you do, do you?" Nio asked, a little offended at Granger's bluntness. "What makes you think I'm involved?"

"That is entirely beside the point." Hermione huffed. "I want to know how you're getting in and what the students are doing there that's so secret."

Nio smirked, maybe now he could get a bit of a measure on this girl. "How about you find out for yourself. After dinner on Wednesday, go to the statue of a singing cat on the fourth floor across from the flaming tree and stroke the cat's tail. The password is 'Dare'."

Hermione considered Diadone for a moment, it sounded like there was some sort of challenge going on. "Okay, I'll bite. Anything I should know before I go?"

"Yes. You can go back as many times as you need, but it's another galleon and you have to schedule your attempts." Nio said temptingly. It was something they'd decided on early, they couldn't expect students to go through on the first try. They certainly hadn't. "You can also bring whatever you like with you."

"I guess I'll see you on Wednesday then."

"Yes you will."


After making sure the coast was clear, Hermione stroked the cat statue on the fourth floor and watched as a small door appeared, leading to a sketchy-looking spiral staircase. Since this had to do with something on the third floor, she took a guess and headed down. At the bottom, there was another small door. Hermione stepped out and found herself in what looked like an unused classroom crossed with an outdated lobby.

"Granger." One of the Weasley twins greeted.

"Welcome!"

"How good of you to visit."

"We can't wait to see how you do!"

Hermione frowned, "I'm just checking things out." That wasn't quite true. She had actually thought a bit about what she suspected was going on and guessed that there was some sort of rather dangerous (but not deadly) challenge. Therefore, she had put together a toolkit of anything she thought might come in handy.

Fred smiled, "Don't worry, that will change."

"No one can resist a good challenge." George said.

"Not even you."

As the twins explained that there was an underground obstacle course in the room at the end of the corridor that you could try for 1ʛ per attempt, Hermione wondered how many people had been dragged into this mess. When they got to the part about signing a magical contract, she stopped them.

"You want me to what?"

Fred and George looked at each other, "We can't have this getting to the professors. Even by accident."

"It's not a bad contract, it just says that you're not allowed to mention – by any form of communication – what's here, with or around anyone who doesn't already know, including inanimate objects."

Hermione weighed her options, on one hand it was just a ʛ , roughly 5£. On the other hand, they were asking her to do something potentially dangerous and she had to promise not to talk about it. Based on the expressions on the twins' faces, she was sure they thought she wouldn't do it. That was what tipped the scale, she wanted a chance to show someone that she wasn't the goody two-shoes and had practical skills as well as book-smarts. However...

"I'll need a contract from you too." Hermione said, startling the boys. "I'll need you, and the others involved in this, to swear not to speak of my involvement. If you go down, you're not taking me with you. Do we have an agreement?"

George finally got over his surprise at her actually agreeing to do this, "I think we can probably manage that."

Fred nodded, "Obviously, we'll need to check with the others."

"And we need to write the new contract."

"But we should have that done by the end of the day."

"You'll need to wait for the next free slot, though."

George flipped through a book Hermione hadn't noticed before. "We're booked all the way through Sunday. Monday after dinner is the soonest we can do."

Hermione raised an eyebrow at their organization and them being 'booked', "Just how big is this thing anyway?"

Fred smirked, "That would be telling."

"How many attempts do people usually need?"

"Again, telling."

Hermione flipped a curl out of her face, "Fine. I'll meet you in the common room with my contract before curfew. I want it signed ASAP, even if I won't be exploring your little game until Monday." There was no need for her to leave herself at risk of getting in trouble. It would also give her time to go over her toolkit again, there might be something in the contract that hinted at what the challenge was.

"You have to walk down, to get up!" Fred called after her, ignoring the fact that Granger had called their obstacle course a 'little game'.


Albus looked up the path towards the most bland Muggle house he'd ever seen. How had his little project managed to get away from here? It had been such a good plan, how had it gone wrong? Oh well, there was nothing for it except to rifle through their brains.

Not even bothering to ring the door bell, Albus let himself in and headed straight to the master bedroom. After a not-so-gentle but not permanently disabling Legilimency session, all he found out was that Potter had been taken by some man in sunglasses when they were driving one day. He was pleased that his compulsions to treat Potter poorly had been taken to heart, but annoyed that Petunia had been so focused on her idiot of a son that she hadn't really been paying attention.

The fact that Petunia had been very aggressively suppressing all memory of magic since Potter had disappeared didn't help with Albus' mental search. She had been rather successful for a Muggle and if he hadn't been so angry with the loss of his tool, he would have been impressed. However, he had no leads, no ideas, and due to his aggressive mental attack, Petunia would probably be unable to access any of the memories associated with Potter ever again. As it was, she was going to wake up with one hell of a headache.

Angry and frustrated, he returned to Hogwarts and canceled all his upcoming meetings. He had to find the boy! He couldn't do that if people kept expecting him to work!


Author's Note: Due to the number of people who were finding this story funny, I decided to change the genre from Drama to Humor, it seemed more appropriate. I've done a bit of sporadic work on the next few chapters already so hopefully it won't be too much longer before I update again. Stay safe out there!