Well, shinobi or one from Naruto world it is. Apologises for late update. Speaking of, I have brief short chapter so, this chapter going to be short. This why this little piece came to mind and is titled:

Dumbledore Shenanigans part 1

A/N: un-beta. Many errors no doubt, please point them out in a PM or review. Enjoy!

Albus so-many-names Dumbledore liked tot be in control. Liked to know everyone business that could benefit if they played right into his trap. So, it was a great shame he lost his gryffindor punching bag, Severus Snape. He was aware Eileen Prince eloped with a puny muggle by name Tobias Snape. Oh, he was optimistic when it came to seeing the truth; why just look at Tom Riddle. The young man he gave so much attention too ended up such a remarkable man.

Yes, yes such a remarkable man he was -no terrifying- hell bent on spreading pure blood propaganda that he was starting something huge. Oh, it didn't matter if the great Dumbledore saw all this before his very eyes; he simply turned a blind eye to it. However; being the chess master to his many pawns turning a blind eye on the Snapes was a no, no.

Forgoing his precious lemon drops, the elderly wizard strolled out his office passed the prying portraits of his predecessors and towards the gargoyle entrance; whistling an out of tune, tune he waltz down halls leisurely; feet paddling down the corridors soundlessly. He had one destination in mind.

One destination that could change the fabric of time. And, the reason was such- Home Coming potion. Yes, he was aware of such a potion; it was a permanent adoption potion. He couldn't have Severus than he needed a substitute- someone he could use.

Someone who loved Lily Evans to the point he could be a splendid pawn.

Apparating out of Hogwarts grounds, Dumbledore stood before the dreaded home of the Snape's. Now, if he remember correctly Eileen gave birth to Severus 1960, January 9th. And, so with that in mind he clutch an hour glass within his hand, having taken out of his robes somewhere.

Knowing where to go, which time and with the made potion in hand Dumbledore flicked the hour glass clock on the time turner and like a vortex sucking in debris, he vanished.

"Eileen, my dear girl," the grandfatherly voice of headmaster was unmistakable. It was the day of her wedding near the mill of SPinner End. It was nothing fancy, nothing as grand as the pureblood. Tobias was off the side drinking with co-workers.

"Headmaster.."

"Ah, ah my dear girl congratulations. You have found someone to treat you well," Dumbledore smiled pleasantly. Of course, he knew Tobias wouldn't treat her well, but he needed to get tot he point. He was running on borrowed time. So, with that once taking her blood and Tobias Snape he took out his wand muttered..

"Obliterate."

With that he put back his wand, moved hour glass and vanished once it spun. He had what he wanted and he had last destination- the orphanage. And, where he found Tom he will find a decent boy to meet his criteria.

Albus Dumbledore was more than a headmaster of Hogwarts, once the transfiguration instriuctor of said school, and was more than the powerful wizard who defeated Grindelwald; he was a leader who created Voldemort indirectly and a leader who do anything to secure his pawns in his shenanigans

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Severus couldn't believe it. Meeting the rest of the clan, or his appearance. His hair and eyes were as jet black as pitched black forest; his nose was still aquiline, but less crooked - no broken appendage. His still look lanky- spidery almost, but healthier with a fair complexion that matched his new mother's. He blinked shaking his head he has to get used to the new change. However, he glanced once more before pulling over a high collar clans shirt over his head, Capri shorts, sandals and tying his hair back.

Leaving the room that was all his, Severus trotted downstairs and towards the crib that had his little brother Sasuke.

"Ara, Severus.." Severus glance towards Mikoto, his mother- no she wasn't Eileen, but she was still mother and, who said he couldn't have two of them? One he always miss and one he could now- Mikoto held out a bento wrapped in blue with a Uchiha crest on the side of the bentou.

"Yes, Oka-san?"

"You be late for the academy, dear."

Severus eyes widen a bit, he forgotten after last night meeting of the clan he was to go to the academy like every genin before him.

"I'll head out now, O-kasan."

"Itterashai," Mikot said, smiling as she handed Severus the benou.

Severus blink, slow tiny smile graced his features as he took the bento headed out the door. He had to make his clan proud. It didn't matter what; the Uchiha clan was prideful and proud. Thus, he vowed as he walked the streets , crossing the threshold to the infamous ninja academy-he'll live for himself and clan. Not for wizard world and not for the girl who once meant a lot to him. Lily Evans. IT would make her happy that he wasn't a wannabe death eater no longer, however, here and now; he didn't leave the wizard world to make her happy. No, he left for himself. Thus, why he'll live formhimself and the clan that took him in.

"That my nindo. My nindo way."

With that declaration Severus entered the building of Konoha's ninja academy.

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Little-wingington orphanage; an orphanage with bad reputation. Of course, this because of dear ol' Tom Riddle. Like previously, Dumbledore waltz in the orphanage however; with a different intent in mind: to find a suitable orphan. A suitable orphan that met the criteria of following: age of fourteen in half, and most importantly wizard descendent. However, highly unlikely he find a magical boy that age, but one could be overly optimistic right? So, with a merry off tune whistle Albus Dumbledore entered the orphanage.

Mrs. Founder was the orphanage head and the former Mrs. Cole relative, of what relation Dumbledore did not care; however, he was exuberant when she led him to a prospected young teen. Waling inside the once dim grey halls that was at one point filled with hopefulness; curtsey of dear Tom being here as a boy the place was now little bit liver. Of, course it no doubt done by the renovation project put into the well known " haunted" old orphanage Mrs. Cole used to manage back in those days.

"He bright boy," Mrs. Founder began, leading through the blue painted halls and opened the door to the room of said boy. "Liam?"

The walls were light shade of blue, the bed simple was also blue shade. The room looked simple enough, Dumbledore didn't comment instead waited patiently as the old grandfather figure that he portrayed himself to be, placed on a grandfatherly smile as small bathroom door opened. The orphanage certainly changed- no matter the orphanage was not his interest. The boy with pale complexion, dark brown hair and dark grey eyes adorn in the new orphanage attire; from the standard grey prison / elfish rags of Tom's time in its place was hand me down modern ( Dumbledore assume as he rarely keeps up with any fashion) fashion.

Wonderful! The magic was faint, so, very faint. The boy would end up without it- almost as a squib. No, he no doubt was one. Squibs were either killed , or sent to orphanages like this one to be cared for as their magic was there, but so faint; non-existent. Purebloods didn't understand how squibs emerged in the family line-

"Mr. Dumbledore. Mr. Dumbledore?" Albus blinked, glsnced towards Mrs. Founder and not the boy for the moment. "Will you be fine withbeing along with Liam?"

Albus Dumbledore assured Mrs. Founder they be fine and so she left them. Dumbledore smiled. Of course, when he did this the time there was no motivation other than wanting Tom Riddle to have a wonderful time at Hogwarts, but now with certain circumstances not meeting up to his plans..

"Sir," Dumbledore blink out reverie. "Who are you?

"Ah, pardon me , my dear boy. I am Albus Dumbledore. I came here to help you my boy. You see, you are very gifted. Very, different. " Dumbledore spoke carefully , not lecturing, or grandfatherly welcome, but in tone of great importance as if Liam listening to every word would bring out the desired effect he wanted. " You see, my boy. Ones;gifted such as yourself are not fully understood by those that do not have the gift."

Dumbledore stroked his beard; thoughtful expression before he smiled wiped out his wand; continuing. "You see, magic.." he trailed of purposely, waving his wand and instead of making his clothes in harmless flames; he waved it once and feathers floated around the room.

Dumbledore smiled looking at the boy who had awed expression on his face.

"I'll be able to do that trick?"

"No, no. Not a trick, magic. " Dumbledore said gently, putting up his wand after vanishing the feathers. He pulled out the "Homecoming potion". "Yes; yes. You will be able to do all that once you drink this. "

Liam, the boys' name, Dumbledore would have to modify his memories , but no not yet. Back on track; Dumbledore watched Liam various expressions play out as he held out the potion for the boy to take.

"You said I was already gifted Mr. Dumbledore. What will drinking this do?" Ah, so skepticism was president. No matter. For Dumbledore already had an answer to the boys' question.

A lie in truth; truth in a lie. For, information was like a spider web wooed with great care by the spider and he the great wizard of all time was said spider wooing a perfectly, long silken unbreakable web. " It a potion. Potions is a subject you will learn to create. It is a subtle art of magic not many can appreciate. Alas, you asked a question and the only answer that is quick enough to satisfy your curiosity is this: IT a potion to stabilize your core."

Blank face greeted him. Ah, lie first then partial truth tingled up in another lie.

"Your core is where your magic is accessed from the stomach and flows to the legs, arms, fingers. Like a river with many pathways. However; you haven't used your pathways which can be damaging. therefore, the potion is needed to restore the damage not just stabilize your core."

Liam bit his lip, took potion from Dumbedore's hand. If, he downed this he be able to do magic without farther damage. Plus, he can leave this place. Not, that it was bad place, it just ..

He licked his lip this time. "What, will happen once I'm cured to do magic without worry?"

Dumbledore placated a boyish grin. Now, this question was far to easy to answer! " You young man, will got magic school Hogwarts. Where you will learn with others and not worry about being different. "

All this seemed like a dream, but it all was so fascinating to pass up! He had nothing to lose. Nothing to gain, but knowledge. And, he knew the only two things of value: Power and knowledge. With those two things with magic in the mix Liam figured he be better off than the orphanage had to offer. So, without hesitation he opened the cork and swallowed down the potion. Leaving the vial completely empty.

Success. The boy facial expression went from disgust of drinking down such a yucky tasting potion to pure shock in pain. ""What-?" He black out. Smiling in triumph, Dumbledore caught the boy before he could hit the ground, carried him in his arms and walked out of the room. Wand in hand again he obliterated Mrs. Founder along with false memory; strolling out the orphanage he apparated with the unconscious boy into Hogwarts infirmary.

Thank Merlin, Poppy was out. Casting his wand on the boy he tap his temple. Mind magic, specifically memory modification was a favorite of wizard and witches alike when it came to wanting things to be just a little bit of without being suspicious to an unsuspecting person. Placing a sleeping spell on the boy to keep him asleep a little longer, Dumbledore closed the curtain and left the hospital wing. He need all in the great hall immediately.

"Ah, Poppy," Poppy the medi-witch just opened the door as he stood by the entrance blocking her way. "Your duties will have to wait. I need all staff and students in Great Hall. Now."

As he strolled away, that was not a request, but an order. Poppy sighed and followed after the headmaster. Murmurs in hall hall however, Dumbledore raised his hand, the murmurs siezed. Staff and students unaware of what just occurred for the headmaster knew spells that long were forgotten or no longer being used by the generations that came after him.

Finishing with a flourish of some nonsense; " Frog, frog on long...the happiest frog of them all," with a clap of his hands he dismissed students in staff back to whatever they were doing.

Entering the hospital wing he waltz over to the bedding were a closed curtain covered sleeping Liam. Poppy right behind him, he heard her sigh with a shake of her head, m utter, "That boy. Mr. Snape in here again."

Oh! Yes, the spells certainly worked in the Great Hall.

"Poppy, is Mr. Snape alright?"

The medi-witch blinked. "Yes, headmaster. He had an accident today." She removed the curtain simultaneously as Dumbledore waved his hand in a dismissive manner. Liam eyes opened. He sat up, blinked owlishly. "Good, Mr. Snape you're awake. You had a nasty accident in potions class. Do you remember what happened?"

Liam tired to remember, or recall what the witch was saying. However, his mind only came up with following: she was medi-witch of Hogwarts, he was in here for accident gone wrong. Wait just who-frowning, he shook his head.

"Sorry, I don't, Madame, Promfey. Can I go back to my dorm now?"

it wasn't the witch who spoke, but the headmaster. "We just worried about you, Mr. Snape. Certainly, you may," as the medi-witch was about to protest. "If you come with me."

Liam grudgingly got out the hospital bed, adorned in hand-me down clothes: old faded jeans and t-shirt. He nodded his head and followed after the headmaster.

Albus-too- many names Dumbledore successful plan worked. He has a punching bag for his Gryffindor Maraduers, someone who do anything for Lily Evans and most importantly: he has a pawn.

He had all fooled all, but one.

All, but one Slytherin friend of Severus Snape.

Cut! Again, apologizes late update. Next chapter, if not in a month be up after holidays. Happy Holidays ya'll! Until next time!