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Author's note: Here's a series of one-shots where Professor Dumbledore gets pranked by Harry and a variety of girls as punishment for leaving Harry in an abusive environment, manipulating Harry for his selfish plans, and forcing Harry to fulfill a lame prophecy. Natural Dumbledore bashing. This story was requested by the user 'twilightsage121.' Some of the one-shots will happen in Dumbledore's office, others will happen at Privet Drive, and some others may happen elsewhere depending on the circumstances, but the one-shots will always start shortly before Harry's fifth year ends or during the summer holidays before his sixth year. Harry will be paired with a different girl in each one-shot, some later ones may have some threesomes or foursomes. Rated T.

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Albus Gets A Taste Of His Own Medicine

Fanfic by Brockster550

Gabrielle Delacour

Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore (identified by his long silver hair, silver beard, half-moon spectacles, and colourful robes) was working in his office when he got a 'tip-off about an intruder' somewhere within the third floor corridor on the right-hand side. The senile headmaster got up to investigate despite not doing this stuff normally. When he made it to the third floor corridor on the right-hand side (the one that led to the dungeons that Fluffy the Cerberus guarded four years earlier), Dumbledore didn't see anything out of the ordinary. With that in mind, the headmaster turned around and headed back to his office. Upon returning, Albus spotted Harry sitting on a chair in front of his desk, and a girl with shoulder-length platinum-blonde hair in a low ponytail was occupying the other chair in front of the desk. When Dumbledore made it back behind his desk to sit down, he spotted Harry and the girl (who looked alot like Fleur Delacour) with nasty glares on their faces while their arms were folded across their chests.

"Mr. Potter, Miss Delacour!" Dumbledore greeted the two with his grandfatherly voice. "What may I do for you?"

"Some bones to pick with you, headmaster!" Harry replied, contempt in his voice aimed at his least favourite headmaster.

"Such as?" said Albus, trying to put on an innocent face.

"That prophecy, for example," stated Harry, much to Dumbledore's shock. "How could you just wait until last weekend to tell me about it?"

"Because you weren't old enough." Albus replied, trying to defend his actions.

"And I had to grow up faster than the average child because of the way the Dursleys treated me for the last fourteen years!" snapped Harry. "You claimed that I wasn't old enough and yet, you've told other members of the light. You intended to keep me in the dark about many things regarding me. Did you really think that that prophecy was going to convince me to just sacrifice my life and prevent me from living my life on my own terms?"

"You must fulfill that prophecy, Harry," Albus insisted. "We'll all be in mortal danger if you otherwise refuse."

"Sorry, professor," Harry replied, sounding anything but. "I'm not letting a prophecy dictate my life. I'm also not going to play the hero anymore, I've had it with being treated as such one day and then despised the next. If you thought I would never find out, you're wrong. Telling me that prophecy and letting my godfather suffer from being an unjustly-declared fugitive and indirectly getting him killed at the hands on Lestrange was the final straw."

"Harry, my boy, I assure you it's not as bad as it seems," Dumbledore claimed. "I wanted what was best for you."

"I call that a load of dragon shit, Dumbledore!" the girl snapped.

"No need for foul language, Miss Delacour!" said Albus softly.

"Oh, there's a definite need for it." the girl retorted. Then she began explaining, "In case you need your memory refreshed, I'm Fleur's sister Gabrielle, though I like going by Gabby. Like Fleur, I'm quarter-veela and those who have veela traits find it very stressful at times because we're viewed as objects and/or potential trophy wives. We want friends who don't care about our extreme beauty and we desire mates who go for personality and not for looks. The stress stunts our physical growth, which was why I looked like an eight-year-old on the day of the second task of that blasted tournament. I turned fourteen ten days before that day and as soon as Harry rescued me from the Black Lake, that allowed my physical maturation to catch up with my calendar age because Harry is a potential mate for me. He doesn't go for looks, he goes for personality first."

"I'm afraid I can't let you court Harry, Miss Delacour." said Albus.

"Sorry professor, but you have no right in telling Harry how to live his life," Gabby shot back. "That's up to his guardians and his guardians only."

"I am his guardian, Miss Delacour." said Albus.

"I'm meant his legal guardians, professor." Gabby clarified.

"And I assure you that I'm Harry's legal guardian, Miss Delacour." said Albus.

"I'm gonna need proof, professor." said Harry, rather adamantly.

"I can't do that, Harry," Albus claimed. "I know what you're thinking of doing. You must return to the Dursleys until your birthday every summer. I already explained to you that it's for your own safety, the blood charms are there to keep you safe as long as you call the place home and as long as your aunt takes you in and raises you like one of her own."

"And that's where you're wrong, professor," stated Harry in a matter-of-fact voice. "You just said that if she treats me like one of her own, something that she didn't do. I don't think you even cast such charms, even if you did they would've stopped working immediately. Aunt Petunia was just as abusive to me as Uncle Vernon, she was never gonna take me in willingly."

"She still took you in, Harry." said Dumbledore.

"Only bitterly and grudgingly," Harry countered. "You even said that Petunia had to raise me as one of her own, which also meant that her taking me in had to be done willingly. She talked trash on my parents as much as they could while beating me for minor infractions or for no reason at all, hardly feeding me reasonably-portioned meals, making me do all the chores and giving me almost nothing in return, and they always made my birthdays the worst days for me as opposed to Dudley's birthdays since they're the best days of his life. Even my uncle's sister helped out by letting her favourite dog terrorize me during her rare visits. I don't even think my aunt wanted to make amends with my mum."

"That also means that Harry's parents didn't want him to go to his nasty relatives under any circumstance, Dumbledore," Gabby told the headmaster in a no-nonsense voice. "And I don't think you were even an approved potential guardian. If you claim to be Harry's guardian while no one else knows, then you must've self-appointed yourself to be. That doesn't make it official."

"And how did you find out?!" asked Dumbledore.

"Harry told me," stated Gabby. "He and I have been staying in touch since the summer after the Triwizard Tournament. But it's none of your business to know."

"I must know, Miss Delacour," Dumbledore asserted. "It's for Harry's own safety."

"Get used to disappointment, professor." Gabby retorted, as she and Harry glared at the headmaster.

Refusing to back down, Dumbledore did something extremely wrong as he gave Gabby direct eye contact. That was when he tried to use legilimency on the quarter-veela before him to find out how much Harry told her. One of the shield barriers prevented Dumbledore from invading, causing the ole coot to widen his eyes involuntarily as his body jolted onto his chair behind the desk. Once he was seated, Dumbledore began unwillingly banging his head on the desk repeatedly for a full thirty seconds. Then Dumbledore found himself getting thrown off of his seat and started flopping around on the floor like a fish out of water while grunting with every flop. After another thirty seconds, the flopping stopped and Dumbledore was forced to lay on the floor because of exhaustion. That allowed Harry to conjure some magic-suppression rope just as Gabby levitated the ole coot back onto his chair. Then Harry and Gabby tied the headmaster to his chair before Harry tied a piece of cloth over Dumbledore's mouth and charmed it to keep it tied. When he regained consciousness, he looked up and saw Gabby's intensifying glare. It was enough to make the headmaster sweat profusely in utter fear.

"Trying to use legilimency on a veela or someone with veela traits was a bad idea," Gabby told Dumbledore furiously, through gritted teeth. "That was a personal barrier of mine, but either way you'll be answering to my parents for that, especially my papa since he works for the french ministry. What you tried doing was a form of privacy invasion. It's time you face justice, professor."

Dumbledore gulped, since he didn't into consideration that the Delacour patriarch was a ministry worker in France. Harry and Gabby walked into one of the backroom to ensure Dumbledore couldn't see them. That was when Harry brought out a couple vials and opened one. Then Gabby placed the tip of her wand on her temple and extracted the memory (which was a silver hair-like wisp) while Harry helped place the memory in the vial. The process repeated a second time before they both wrote notes to send to their respective ministries. Harry called for Dobby to deliver his note with a memory copy to Amelia Bones at the ministry in London, while Gabby called for her family house elf to deliver her note and the other copy of the memory to her father at the ministry in France. Moments later, Amelia (identified by her bright-copper hair turning gray, black ministry robes and a monocle over one eye) and the British aurors arrived, just as Gabby's father Anthony and the french aurors arrived.

"You've just gotten yourself in deep trouble with our ministry, Albus," Anthony informed Dumbledore. "Trying to use legilimency on my daughter is going to result in you losing your position in the ICW. We're going to have you face trial here first, to give you time to prepare for your trial in France."

All Albus could do was nod his head in agreement, realizing how much trouble he got himself into. Amelia was also looking at the ole coot triumphantly, since she had been secretly investigating as to why Harry was with the Dursleys after his near kangaroo-court hearing. After he was freed from the rope and the cloth over his mouth, Albus was placed in magic-suppression handcuffs.

"Albus Dumbledore, you're under arrest for the many crimes committed against Harry and for privacy invasion of Miss Gabrielle Delacour," Amelia told the soon-to-be former headmaster. "You don't have to say anything, as it may harm your defence in court. Anything you choose to say can be given in evidence. After your hearing at our ministry is finished, you'll be hauled over to a holding cell at the french ministry to await trial there."

As Albus was taken away, Amelia picked his wand up off the desk to pocket it before returning to the ministry. She knew she needed to get certain information out of Albus, since he was notorious for hoarding it to make himself seem like the most powerful wizard. The french aurors left to return to their ministry, but Anthony turned his attention to his youngest daughter and Harry. before holding a hand out at Harry.

"Greetings, Monsieur Potter!" Anthony greeted. "I'm Anthony Delacour, Fleur and Gabby's father."

"Nice to meet you, sir." Harry greeted back, shaking hands with the Delacour patriarch.

"How would like to stay with us in France?" Anthony offered. "My wife and I owe you for saving Gabby's life last year."

"Is this for real, sir?" asked Harry, wondering if he heard right.

"It's for real, Harry," assured Gabby, giving one of his hands a gentle squeeze. "We can do things in Paris, like maybe visit the Eiffel Tower, if you're interested."

As a smile formed across his face, Harry accepted the offer. Then he followed Anthony and Gabby to the Three Broomsticks in Hogsmeade to floo over to Delacour Manor. With Dumbledore having been dealt with finally, Harry was free to live life on his terms and not have a control freak run his life. For once, luck was on Harry's side.

The End!