What's nice about this current version, besides the fact that it shows I literally improved-but I could wrap up every plot-hole through various POVs. Also, it was common in fanfic that Grindelwald and Dumbledore were lovers, and y'all are telling me it's actually canon?

Updated: 11/14/21

Chapter 13- Meeting Sirius Black Part 2

"Very well then," Sirius replied. "You know there's something hidden that lies in Hogwarts?"

"Of course…"

Harrison thought back to the beginning of term, when Dumbledore shared his nice little speech to everyone during the welcoming feast: The third floor corridor on the right hand side is out of bounds to all those who do not wish to die a most painful death. He heard the whispers echoing through the great hall, most of them coming from the prefects and the heady boy and girl, that Dumbledore didn't tell them.

At first, Harrison didn't find it strange that Dumbledore said that to them, but now that he was thinking of it- there was something odd about the way Dumbledore worded it.

"Is this the same object that was nearly stolen from Gringotts?" Harrison inquired.

He thought back to when the newspaper from the first Friday of that week. Draco had lent him his copy of the Daily Prophet that morning, with the headline on the first page that there was an attempted breakin at Hogwarts, but nothing had been stolen.

Sirius nodded his head.

Harrison refrained from sighing as his brain worked out the details. If it was an object that was really valuable, and an attempted breaking into Gringotts in order to get the said object. The timing was all too convenient if the object must have left Gringotts days before, before someone attempted to steal it. And now the message from Dumbledore?

The old bastard was hiding the valuable object inside the school. Someone who was sane wouldn't hide a valuable object inside a school, where students and teachers would be able to stumble into it quite easily- depending if there are enough obstacles that would prevent someone from stealing it. Dumbledore practically tied it to a string, dangling it out for someone to get it. He was trying to lure something or someone out from hiding, and there was only one individual who came to mind.

"That fucking bastard is insane," Harrison hissed, hatred lacing his voice. His fingers gripped around his butterbeer tightly, watching as the brown liquid shook a little inside the clear glass.

"We have reason to believe that the Philosopher's Stone is hidden and placed on the forbidden corridor of the third floor," Sirius said to him.

"The philosopher's stone? The one stone that is said to give the elixir of life?"

With a simple nod, Harrison understood the full picture of what was going to happen during the rest of the school year.

"He's trying to draw out the Dark Lord, and bait him with the stone," Sirius told him. "Getting Saeviour to defeat the Dark Lord- essentially killing two stones with one bird."

"Than assuming the Dark Lord will kill Saeviour, Dumbledore will do whatever it takes to trump against the Dark Lord," Harrison said.

It was a clever plan, and Saeviour, the pathetic boy-who-lived, was too blind to see that he was another pawn in the old man's game. It was also going to be quite easy as Saeviour's magical core was practically a few levels beyond a squib's ability, so he wasn't going to stand a chance.

"That's what Dumbledore will think will happen."

"Which means that we'll essentially be the ones who'll outsmart Dumbledore. We would have to get the philosopher's stone before Saeviour is able to, and would ruin his plans that he has."

"That is also dangerous… Besides, Dumbledore will know if we managed to get the stone or someone else. It's best if we wait it out until Dumbledore is distracted, and wouldn't be paying too much attention to the stone."

"Do we know what is on the third floor besides a cerberus?"

Fred and George looked at each other before they said in unison,

"The specifics no, but we know that each teacher-"

"Designed one of the objects-"

"But the specifics would require more searching," Fred finished.

Harrison shook his hand. It wasn't going to be hard to figure out if he worked it out before the break. If the teachers all had an obstacle, it would be designed to meet what subject they were currently teaching. If Fred and George did more eavesdropping, the plan would be more riskier. Dumbledore would become a tad bit too suspicious, and would risk it if he caught Fred and George sneaking around. No, they weren't going to force their hand- someone else was.

"That's too risky… Instead, let Potter do it," Harrion said, his green eyes glowing.

"Isn't that more risky?" Fred and George asked.

"Not really… I grew up with the brat. I know how his mind works. He's a true Gryffindor at heart… Young, stupid and brashful, but he also will play hero… If someone whispers that someone is up to something, he'll rush into a situation blindly without knowing the circumstances or anything around him. He plays up to the saviour role really well, if you think about it," Harrison explained.

"With the cerberus on the third floor- if Saeviour actually picks up a book, he'll figure out what will actually lure it to sleep or even if the oaf, Hagrid, says something.. They'll figure it out. The cerberus is basically childs play, the rest of the obstacles there wouldn't be too challenging as Dumbledore wants to sacrifice him… He already knows there's an object on the third play, it's just a matter of time."

Sirius looked like he wanted to say something, but refrained from saying so. Good. He didn't want to hear any opposing viewpoints, especially when he lived with the brat, and he acted exactly the same as he did then.

"Is there anything else that you know about Dumbledore?" Harrison questioned. "Any dirt or anything on him that will bring him down?"

"Did you know that Dumbledore had a secret lover?" Fred and George offered.

SIlver and Green eyes looked at them, with shock written all over their faces. This was something that was really unexpected, especially concerning Dumbledore's history.

"He was basically in love with Grindelwald. They grew up together in Godric's Hollow, meeting right after Dumbledore's mother died… Him and Grindlewald had a little disagreement, and essentially killed his own sister," George explained.

"After that dispute, Dumbledore locked him up because there could only be one Dark Lord at the time, right?" Harrison clarified.

"Essentially, yes… He's still alive because it'd otherwise mess up Dumbledore's reputation. Dumbledore wants to be seen as 'the greater good', and therefore, wouldn't harm anyone or kill anyone even if that man was his former lover."

Harrison refrained from smirking, as he thought of a devious plan. If he was Dumbledore, he certainly wouldn't want that information to get out, especially having a love affair with the former Dark Lord. He would pay good money to see Dumbledore's reaction if it was the headline in the Daily Prophet.

"Makes sense," Harrison said, "It's still funny that Dumbledore wants to be seen as this hero who would do harm, when he probably ruins children's childhoods, mine included."

Sirius' dark eyes looked at him, "You really think that Dumbledore played apart in the role of you being imprisoned?"

"It's a hunch.. Dumbledore was the one who told the prophecy to the Potter, essentially causing them to abandon me because I wasn't the saviour child to them. I was just someone who was labeled as a squib, and no one who was special…" Harrison's grip tightened against the glass, as he recalled several memories, but he was done. He wasn't going to shed tears when he had no ties towards them anymore. "I'm not sure about being imprisoned, but I wouldn't doubt that he played a role in it… After all, I'm not the only child he messed up… Ella's was also ruined." His voice lowered until it was barely a whisper, but they still caught it.

"Who's Ella?"

"Bellatrix's child. I left her behind when Minister Fudge released me."

Gasps were heard within the group, Sirius was the one who spoke up next. Based on his reaction, he probably didn't know that Bellatrix had a child; months before she got captured.

"How old is she?"

"Eight… She basically grew up in Azkaban."

"Speaking off messed up childhoods… Dumbledore was involved in creation of the current Dark Lord," Fred and George spoke up.

"Do tell," Harrion and Sirius said at the same time.

"Long ago, he was the deputy headmaster and therefore was in charge of delivering the letters.. He came to this impoverished orphanage where a wizard was in, and showed him that magic truly existed, and he was invited to Hogwarts.

"The said child didn't trust him, and was very interested in what Dumbledore had to say. He refused his help in going to Diagon Alley…"

"After Dumbledore showed him a few tricks, making Riddle feel comfortable enough that he told him that he was able to speak to snakes when he was about to leave… That tidbit of information caused Dumbledore to mistrust him."

"How do you know about this?" Harrison inquired, interrupting them.

"Back in our second year, we got into a little mischief… Dumbledore was supposed to meet with us, but he got so distracted by some affairs that he left his office in a hurry. He had a pensieve laying out, and we decided to take a look at what he had to offer and information about a student concerning Tom Riddle and some things about Grindelwald."

"Is there anything else you may know about Riddle?"

"We sadly couldn't find anything else as Dumbledore came back to his office, and tried to obliviate us about what we saw. He succeeded for a couple of months, before we broke the charms over the memories.

Sirius casted a tempus charm and saw that it was well past 2:30 in the morning.

"You three best be getting back in the castle… We don't want anyone to become suspicious, especially Dumbledore, or if anyone caught you walking through the corridors of the castle, this time of time would mean trouble."

Harrison nodded; he knew a certain blonde would have endless questions if he didn't appear in his bed. Luckily, it was a Saturday so everyone would be sleeping in, and getting caught up on any homework that they were slacking on. It would also be good to get some sleep, or at least try when the nightmares weren't at bay.

Fred and George grabbed Harrison by his arm as they apparated back to Hogsmeade. Harrison could see Hogwarts castle, its lights casting a faint glow against the otherwise black lake. They wandered past through the streets, passing a shop called Zunko's Joke Shop before stopping at a shop called Honeydukes. Fred pulled out his wand and whispered,

"Alohomora."

The door unlocked, and they walked in, with their wands casting a light for them to see. Harrison could see in the dim lighting of shelves and shelves of all kinds of candy. There were a few barrels next to the shelves that were filled with colourful beans-Every Flavour Beans and right next to it was Fizzing Whizzbees. The smell of candy and sweetness filled the room, and smelled appealing.

Fred and George didn't hesitate when they opened a wooden door, and walked down the wooden stairs. Empty wooden crates, and boxes filled the cellar, and dust was noticeable on the group's shoes as they walked until Fred stopped, using his sleeve to clear the dust that was on the trap door.

He pulled on the latch and walked down more stairs. This time, the stairs were longer, easily over two hundred steps which was easier going down, than upwards. The sweet smell of Earth, and the dirt coated the air, the temperature dropped drastically as Harriosn casted a warming spell on himself to prevent his teeth chattering, as they continued on.

At long last, they finally stopped at a stone barrier. Fred pulled out the map, and tapped it three times, saying the incantation that would reveal its contents. George held his wand closer as they studied the map. Harrison took a look at the map. There wasn't anyone on the other side of the statue, meaning that Professor Snape had headed back to the dungeons.

Harrison quickly located Professor Quirrell's name and right beside it was Tom Riddle. Interesting.

Fred concealed the map inside his cloak and tapped the statue three times and said,

"Dissendium."

The statue moved, and they walked onto the third floor. It was an otherwise empty corridor, and they split ways after that. Harrison quickly hurried down the stairs and into the chilling dungeons. He dodged the prefects who were still doing some patrol and walked into the unused dungeons where he knew that no one would be there.

His footsteps echoed on the stone as he walked until he got to the portrait, guarding the Slytherin Common Room, and entered inside the common room.

…

In a room on the third floor castle inside an otherwise unused castle, someone was sniveling on the stone floor. A purple turban lay forgotten on the floor as a pale wizard's features begged to an invisible force.

The young man's knees pressed on the stone floor, his black robes billowing across his defeated form, hands in a pleading motion with tears streaming down his face.

"My lord, please," begged Quirrell.

"Quiet, you fool," said a raspy voice. "Your insufficient actions caused you this…"

"My lord… It wasn't my fault. I didn't know that there would be a three-headed dog on the third floor."

"I gave you one simple job and that was to figure out the protections around the stone," the invisible man said. "Yet you failed that and now, we have the old man watching us… You drew too much suspicion."

"I'm sorry!"

"You're sorry? One more chance, and I'll find a new host because you are obviously useless."

"Yes, my lord."

With trembling hands, Quirrell picked up his purple turban that once laid forgotten on the floor, and wrapped it around his head. He heard the menacing, whispering voice in his head, threatening to find a new host if he didn't do his job properly.

In that moment, Quirrell felt powerless, as he knew there was no way he was able to get the stone without the old man's suspicions.

…

In another part of the castle, an old man with pearly-white, long hair and beard. A nose that looked like it was broken twice, and light blue eyes that normally were twinkling, wasn't, was pacing. Albus Dumbledore was deep in his thoughts.

His plans were coming together nicely.

Quirrell knew that the stone was hidden somewhere in the castle, and tried gaining access to the third floor corridor. He sent Snape to go after Quirrell after the chaos the troll division caused, and he knew the stone was still laid in the castle, with several ward protections over it.

Saeviour also knew that there was something hidden in the same corridor. He came across the three-headed dog that guarded the trap door underneath its paw, and was currently doing research about Nicolas Flamel.

There was only one setback.

Harrison Peverell-Slytherin.

The blasted brat knew there was something up. His instinct was already telling him that the eleven-year-old was going to bring him trouble in the long run and needed to figure out a way to eliminate the brat, before he unfoiled countless years of planning.

The brat should have stayed in Azkaban where he belonged. It was great for the five years when he was locked up with the only company being the Death Eaters and dementors. He had hoped that the boy would die from the exposure from the dementors or would never again set foot on the mainland as a freeman. Unknownst to him back at the end of July, the ministry and Minister Fudge had set the boy free from his cell, as new evidence came to light.

Even as a child, the eleven year old had a magical core that was already more powerful than the average wizard. It was already dark, so ominous and powerful that it was levels beyond Saeviour Potter's level.

He knew he made the wrong decision that fateful night as soon as he cast a spell on the boy's magical core, and declared that Saeviour was in fact the saviour of the Wizarding World; it was why he had Scoin Harrison Potter locked up in Azkaban, but now that he was free.

He was going to be more trouble than what it was worth.

That was why he needed to find some way to get the brat out of his way. He could always come up with something that would get the brat locked up again as he knew the casualties of muggles wasn't going to be good enough for the ministry or for the public, as they realized from new evidence that the boy like him, didn't hurt all those muggles years before.

It was easier getting the brat locked up in the first place. After all, the Potters neglected him in every means possible, but that happened beyond closed doors. He knew what would happen if the ministry found out that he had played a key role in the neglectful role of a magical child, and would be stripped of all of his titles while being investigated at the same time.

He couldn't allow that to happen.

For now until he came up with a better plan, he would keep an eye on the boy, just like he did to Tom Riddle all those years ago, when the attacks on Hogwarts began. He would do the same thing to Harrison, until he slipped.

He knew under the exterior- underneath the madness, he acted the same way as Tom Riddle had. At least, Peverell-Slytherin didn't bother concealing it like Tom Riddle had. Both of the boys were cold towards their peers, top of their class, and their childhoods were eerily similar. Funny how history had its way of wrapping around, and showing its rear countless times.

I love the responses of being so supportive about this issue of those nasty comments. I found a few songs that really relate to this story while I was writing the chapters of this. When you listen to them, you'll probably instantly think of this though which is weird but I'm such a dork that likes to please people with chapters. I'm also aware of my melancholy writing and major angst in this story as I'm quite good at it and gets to the point to where I think I should put some trigger warnings in the chapter if I think it's necessary.

The songs are The Devil Within by the Digital Daggers, and Look What You Made Me Do with a little bit of ...Ready for it? though which is weird but um yeah. Happy 2018 even though it's not 2018 yet

Before I forget and post this which I almost did but answering some questions.

CloudZzFluffyBedsOfWhite: Oh that would be coming in later chapters, closer to the end and I'm looking forward to writing that. The torturement would be really well written hopefully but they would get the hell they deserve for throwing a child into Azkaban.

If someone said in a review that it would be cool if this was the Wrong Boy Who Lived story, I can't reveal much of it yet as I have some plans for the future and I think I'm already foreshadowing that but I'm not sure.

Update: Fixed run-ons, added details, and added more scheming parts with the conversation flowing better.