Disclaimer: I own nothing, and am not making any money from this fanfiction. Hey guys, what's up? Felt the urge to write so I just went for it. Please be kind I'm out of practice. 'thoughts like this are being heard by others' it will be important later.

Chapter 1

It was a week after I had left the Dursley's that someone finally caught up to me. I wasn't expecting the headmaster of all people to be the one that chased me here, because I had always avoided finding out. Still, I order a couple of serves of cake and tea from the local cafe.

"Expecting someone?" Professor Dumbledore's voice called from behind me. I wracked my brain trying to figure out a way out of this one.

"Depends, if you were the one following me then they're here," I replied with a shrug.

"Ah," he gasps with delight, "So you did realise I was following you. Very good Miss Potter." He slid into the chair across from me, and I did a double take - almost. Obviously he couldn't wear robes in the muggle world, however I hadn't been expecting the suit.

"You know, somehow, I always thought if you were going wear a suit it would be purple," I commented, not meaning to but the thought ran away with me.

"Minerva destroyed it," he muttered in reply, and scrunching up his face. There was a moment where neither of us said anything before he dragged in a lengthy sigh. "Why aren't you at your Aunt and Uncles house?" he asked me finally.

"There were invisible people following me, and I didn't know if they were a good witch or a bad witch, so I left," I told him pettily, as I ran my finger around the rim of my teacup.

"Your guard," he started, raising an eyebrow.

"One that I probably should have known about before it started stalking me," I cut him off, "And, frankly, it could have been much worse." He was getting irritated, there was a grandfatherly look on his face that made it hard to tell but it was quite clear from the way he looked disapproving over the gold half moon glassed that were slipping down his crooked nose.

"Yes, I suppose Tom and his followers could have collected you before I did," Dumbledore said, putting on airs and joining me in being passive-aggressive. Or maybe that was just how I took it. I thought about Voldemort for a moment... I just couldn't summon the fear I'd had of the man before I made my wish. It just wasn't there.

"And God forbid I have to listen to that little boy jump around having a temper tantrum," I muttered in disgust, "I have an entire year before I have to deal with that."

"And what makes you so sure you have a year, now that he has returned?" came the instant retort. Spite chose my words for me, and I spat them out without thinking.

"Because you tend to throw me at him by the end of the year due to the fact that he likes to dick around all year working on a top secret plans of mass dumb-fuckery," I inform the professor bitingly. He looks at me like I'd wounded him, and I didn't believe it for a second.

"That is quite an accusation," he said in a small whispery voice. He sounded old and tired. I could help but twist the knife with an equally exhausted bitter grin.

"That's quite a way to avoid denying it," I observed letting my fork clink as I put it down on my now empty plate, "Does lying to me somehow magically make you uncomfortable now, or are you lying to so many different people now that you can't remember who you didn't tell what?" He looked even more tired if possible, also like I was offending him to the point it was hurtful.

"It is for the greater..." he started, but I didn't listen to the rest of it. I was too busy rolling my eyes so agressively that they almost fell out of my skull. 'Say what about your boyfriend now?' I snorted internally.

The fork he was eating with clattered the table, and immediately I imaging a labyrinth hiding my thoughts. Faster than it takes to have the fork stop moving against the table its in place. I really wasn't sure how well that was going to work, but I would be damned if I didn't at least try.

"Hermione owes me two gallons, I've been betting her that you could read minds since first year," I said quietly, mindful of the chatter and bustle of the muggles around us.

"What would make you think that?" he asked affably, and I knew he meant the comment I said out loud. I knew that. I just chose to ignore it anyway.

"History is useful. I decided to look at stuff other dark lords did to try and get a better look at how this whole situation went, you know, historically," I told him making me frown, "Grindelwald was the only one with any decent amount of information on them, and by the end of it I'd come to the conclusion that there were three options." He fiddled with his beard, and I waited to see if he'd try to deny being in my head.

"And what conclusions have you jumped too?" he pressed eventually deciding on plausible deniability, and coughing up nothing he couldn't talk his way out of.

"That history was either written by homophobes, 'close as brothers' is a whole new level of pureblood that I don't want to think about, or most likely... the wizarding world is full of morons," I said, flat out and unapologetically. He chuckled, near silent little coughs, which turned slowly into full body laughter. Teary eyed, smiling so wide it was going split his face in two, and giving the table a slap when he almost fell out of the seat. Some people would have thought they were funny, or have been offended. Fearing that they were being laughed at. Being a magical girl had taught me when things were a laugh or cry situation, and this was. 'Laugh or cry... well at this point probably laugh or ugly cry. Anyone else would think this was a nice day out having fun. This is... hurting him.'

"Yes," he said settling down and hovering in the edge of letting something show that was a lot like bitterness mixed with regret and breaking back into laughter, "The wizarding world is very capable when it comes to behaving like morons."

"Damn it," I mutter as I break into petals of laughter of my own, "Now we're going have to... going have to leave." I tried to stifle my giggles as I threw the right amount of change down on the table and headed out. He didn't ask why, and I was just glad I didn't have to explain myself. So I didn't. We walked along the sidewalk when the real reason for his visit came.

"I do suppose it is past time to take you back to your relatives house," Dumbledore said as we strolled. I snorted.

"Suppose all you like, it's a bad idea," I said flatly. A flash of black whooshed over the top of the building next to us, but I was too busy gearing up for the fight I knew I was about to have and deciding how far I was willing to take this, that I didn't notice.

"I am afraid that you don't have a choice, I know it's not ideal," he said soothingly, while I worried about just how abandoned the streets where here.

"I'm afraid, headmaster, that that's my line," I said firmly without waiting for him to finish, "You don't actually have any say, as you aren't my legal guardian." He looked amused, and I could see how he'd had his nose broken on two seperate occasions. It was beginning to look really bloody tempting.

"Your relatives," he indicated, and I actually laughed.

"You know if you don't want someone to find out that you left them illegally on a doorstep in the middle of the night, because you knew damn well they'd never have taken me if you gave them a choice, don't bring Hagrid," I retorted with plenty of amusement now of my own. The man went a rosy pink colour. 'That's adorable. Grindelwald probably had to beat them off with a stick. Actually that explains the whole dark lord thing.'

"You will be the death of me, of that I have been certain of for years," he sighed somehow managing to blush more heavily, "And yes it may not have been the smartest of decisions, but it was admittedly the least terrible of them. I trust Hagrid. Particularly in an, if you'll pardon the expression, 'political shit storm' as it were."

"Fair enough, but I'm still not going," I said with a shrug and enunciating each word carefully, "And before you bring my actual legal guardian into it, realise that my godfather loves me so much that he's pretty much wrapped around my baby finger." I wriggled the appendage daintily at that, and he frowned. Blue eyes seeming to ignite slowly as he contemplated whatever thought that had just fluttered into his head.

"You see no problem in this?" he asked finally. I looked at him in actual suprise.

"Problem?" I parrot back tilting my head slightly to the side and buttering my time with extra attitude, "With finally getting a grown-up shaped family member who adores me as much as I love them? With having someone that I trust not to let something bad happen to me, and to continue to do it while I'm not present? Sure, its got everything else paling in comparison." He seemed to deflate, although the look never seemed to leave his eyes. The one that seemed to be seizing me up to make some kind of decision.

"I could take you back, and assist you in staying put, if you really insist on an argument," Dumbledore said taking his glasses off his face and polishing them before returning them to his face, "There is little you could do to stop me. I promise dear girl, it is the best of a bad situation." It was said an apologetic tone, as if he were trying so hard to give me an out and wanted fiercely for me to take it. So I decided I would at least do him the courtesy of thinking about it. 'The scared look on Dudley's face. Pain, the smell and feel of blood everywhere and choking. Choking on something that tasted like rust and burnt like salt. The pool of sticky red that had slowly began to cover everything. Brittle bones giving way and snapping in rythem with screams... The way Aunt Petunia screamed because I lived where her sister had died... yeah, nah.'

"What?" I began to ask but it was bitten off as he raised a hand to his mouth. I wondered idly if he was going to puke. It was followed by a rage so hot that he was silent, and had the summer not been so stifling, someone may have noticed the temperature spike. Impressively fast he squared his feelings on the matter and shook his head.

"There's no convincing you to go back is there? Youth, you cause the most trouble when you're trying to help, never to see the folly of your actions untill it's to late," he mused out loud, "Alas I am afraid I do not know where this leaves us now." Oh God, he was going to pretend that he didn't just snoop in on all that and decided to fix what he could without saying anything to acknowledge anything is wrong. The sheer unimaginative gall, he's going to make it sound like it's all his idea. 'That is... the single most massive dose of crap I have ever heard in my life. That settles it. If there is ever a compatition for biggest set of balls in the wizarding world I have five words for you: Albus. Percival. Wulfric. Brian... Dumbledore!'

There might have been more to that than a flip book of the the world's bewildering facial expressions, but neither of us go that far.

"Professor, quick question if you could please tell me that you're responsible for these," I said pointed to the rainbow coloured bubbles that were floating down from the sky. My whole body tensed as his eyes flew upwards, more and more of them appearing as he did. I cast a glance at the silver ring wrapped around my index finger. The purple stone glowed and shone brightly.

"No, and I trust that neither are you the cause," he said drawing his wand in the abandoned street. I felt like an idiot, how could I forget that I came out tonight with a purpose.

"That would be correct," I answered immediately pausing for a moment before speaking again, "I don't suppose I could convince you to leave."

"I'm sorry?," he asked keeping his eyes on the innocent looking riot of colours. I wondered if Professor Dumbledore could feel it, the pain-sadness-regret-despair-rage-malice-hurt that was so vivid in every oil slick mix of the rainbow.

"Leave. Go to Howarts, or a meeting, or ten pin bowling. Somewhere else that isn't here, with maximum effort, efficiency and great speed," I spoke hurriedly.

"No," he spoke simply and plainly as if that were all there was to say on the matter. "Besides, it would hardly be very Griffindor of me to leave you here to fight what is one of the stranger Death Eater attacks I've seen." I smiled at him, it showed no teeth and it was not kind.

"It's not Death Eaters," I told him quietly. 'No. Death Eaters would be better.'

And then one of the bubbles drifted lazily to the floor, where it would pop. I watched with a kind of helpless horror that comes from being in a shitty situation and knowing that anything you can do will only make it worse. A split second before it hits the ground I had another thought.

'Ah, shit-fuck!'

There we go, first time I've completed a chapter for literally anything in years. Tell me what you think, I don't really have a direction I'm honestly just making it up as I go along.