A/N: Yay for new chapter! Sorry for the long wait! I still have not finished chapter 5 like I planned. Not because I don't have time or stuff, but because it's a HUGE chapter! So I posted this chapter early to make up for the wait.

So just too clear some stuff out, here are some warnings in advance: This story will feature an Evil!Dumbledore in the sense that he will do anything for money, fame, power and preservation of his way of life. He will have classic Pure-Blood views, anti-muggle, due to what happened to his father and sister, Percival and Arianna Dumbledore. His pro-muggle views that are seen in the books are a cover for something more sinister in my story.

This fic will also feature stereotypes; however they are meant to humour and not demean so please don't take them as an insult. I will mainly be playing on what JKR has written in the HP books and branching from that. An example that I can say without ruining the story, Seamus' obsession with alcohol. There may be others, but remember it is all in good humour. They will not be plot devices so don't worry.

Finally, Ron. I'll be honest, ever since 4th year, I've never liked Ron. Or Ginny for that matter. Ron seems jealous and shows this in the books and Ginny is a fan girl. I'm an advocate for Hermione Potter, not Ginny Potter. Even JKR said in an interview that she wishes she paired up Harry and Hermione. Instead she paired Harry up with a younger version of his Mother! (Really, get a pic of the actresses who played Lily Potter and Ginny Weasley and tell me they don't share similarities.) So, this story will also be featuring Ron/Molly/Ginny Bashing. Why Molly you ask? Because it appears like she encouraged Ginny and did nothing to deter Ron. Also, it's fun to take the micky out of her.

Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter, Harry would have black sclera. As he doesn't, it is clear I don't own it. Your welcome JKR!

Disclaimer 2: I don't own the indescribably greatest game series of all time that is The Legend of Zelda.

Disclaimer 3: I don't own any story or literature that features Percy Jackson. But I am Greek so that must mean I'm Percy's cousin. ΟΠΑ!

Key:

"Talking"

/Parseltongue or snake talking/

'Thoughts/Mind Speak'

/Snake Thoughts/

"Spell"


Chapter 3

For the Greater Good.

The Great Hall at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was filled with noise. The students, varying in ages between 11 and 17, all sat on four tables, each making their own variation of noise while partaking in a grand feast. It was September 1st, 1984. The first years have all been sorted (read: separated) into their houses, their eyes full of wonder as they experienced true magic for the first time. The purebloods and halfbloods, although having been raised in a magical environment, had not witnessed the majesty and awe-inspiring sights of Hogwarts Castle and the Magic within; the muggleborns even more so, having never experienced magic sans street magicians.

Albus Dumbledore sat at the Head table upon the Headmasters' throne, looking at the new minds he could mould. He thought of the prejudices he could instil in them, the lies that he could pass as truths. He thought of the new pawns he had at his disposal and when they could be discarded to further his goals. But most of all, the chess master thought of his Queen; the most important of all the pieces at his disposal. Dumbledore was seen as the Leader of the Light. A protector of muggleborns and an advocate of muggle-rights. He was viewed as the benevolent and grandfatherly headmaster of the oldest and most prestigious magical education facility in the world, bar none. He held the highest positions in the wizarding government, both in England and on the world stage. Albus Dumbledore truly believed that no mortal being alive could stand before him.

The reality could not be further than the truth.

Behind the mask of Dumbledore lies something far darker and more malicious than anyone would ever have imagined. The people of the wizarding world hailed him as a hero of war, the defeater of the self-styled Dark Lord Grindelwald. After the war, the people literally gave him the highest position of their world government, Supreme Mugwump of the International Confederation of Wizards as a reward for his service in ending World War 2 and the Dark Regime of Grindelwald. What everyone does not know, is that it was staged. The epic duel between the Leader of the Light and the Commander of the Dark was nothing more than a sparring session between friends, organized decades in advance.

Harry Potter was to be Dumbledores' greatest triumph. After the boy's meddlesome parents were killed, Dumbledore had taken the boy to his magic hating relatives, the Dursleys, to be beaten and abused in order to become a submissive child longing for love and attention. The Dursleys were against the plan at first, but when they were handed a sack of gold and promised more, they began to see reason.

A slight disturbance to Dumbledores' right brought him out of his thoughts and to the attention of his Deputy, Minerva McGonagall.

"Albus, don't you think it's time to make the announcements?"

"Ah, yes! My apologies Minerva, I was lost in thought." With a small smile and a light-hearted chuckle, Dumbledore stood from his throne and made his way around the Head table to the owl-adorned podium that stood before it. With a clap of his hands, the desserts that had been laid out disappeared. All sound had stopped and all eyes were on the Headmaster as he begun the announcements.

"A good evening to you all. To our new students, welcome. To our old, welcome back! I hope you all had a pleasant summer and are ready to learn the wonders that exist within these ancient halls. I'd like to start off with a few announcements. Firstly, I am pleased to welcome three new professors into our midst. With professor Slughorn's retirement last year, I would like to welcome our new Potions Master, Severus Snape, who has also accepted the role as Head of House Slytherin."

There was a polite applause from the students at this, with the Slytherins noticeably rowdier.

"In what appears to be an ongoing tradition, I would like to welcome our new Defence Against the Dark Arts professor, Canlonius Fodder. I think I speak for all of us when I say, good luck. To the family of last years' defence teacher, I wish you all the best in recovering what is left of Professor Abercrombie so he may finally rest in peace. Lastly, with Professor Hardlight also entering into retirement, I am pleased to introduce our new Muggle Studies Professor, Quirinus Quirrell, a renowned historian and expert of muggle culture. It is truly an honour to have him teaching here."

Once again, applause went through the hall to welcome the new professors.

"A few rules and reminders." Dumbledore continued. "The Forbidden Forest, as its namesake suggests, is Forbidden. For those of you who do not know the meaning of the word 'forbidden', our caretaker, Mr Filch, has kindly agreed to take appointments to educate you. Mr Filch has also asked me to announce that magic in the corridors is also forbidden and anyone that is caught, will, and I quote, 'have to scrub every inch of the castle clean with their own toothbrush and will not be allowed to stop until they beg for forgiveness.' I truly don't know if he is joking or not, but I simply would not risk it.

"Quidditch trials will begin 3 weeks into term so keep an eye on the notice boards inside the House Common Rooms. Well, I think that is all for tonight. I wish you all a peaceful sleep."

And with that, the students rose and walk out of the hall towards there common rooms.

The teachers also started to leave, but as custom dictates, only after the Headmaster had left first. Dumbledore turned to his previous thoughts as he made his way to his office. He was hoping that the Dursleys were doing their part in making the ideal 'Dumbledore pawn' as most of his plans required Harry to be submissive and easily moulded. Dumbledore reached his office, spoke the password to the gargoyle and made his way up the stairs. He opened the door to find everything as it should be. The twirling gizmos, puffing pipes and dinging bells all doing their assigned jobs: Moderating Harry Potter and the wards around his prison.

Dumbledore let himself smile slightly before waving his wand to the door, silencing it and locking it, as he made his way to the sleeping portrait of himself behind the desk. Another wave of his wand and the portrait vanished revealing an ornate half-length mirror. Dumbledore looked into the mirror and said a name clearly.

"Gellert Grindelwald." The mirror started shimmering for a few seconds before an aged yet handsome face appeared. His hair had whitened with age but still held a yellow tint to it. The man's face held wrinkles that defined his cold, dark eyes which softened when he turned them to Dumbledore. In the background behind him, one could see part of a lavish and luxurious room and a roaring fireplace.

"Albus, my love! This is a pleasant surprise! How have you been?" Grindelwald exclaimed.

"I have been well Gellert. All the students have been sorted and I had some free time before the staff meeting. How have you been?" Dumbledore replied.

"Same of always; reading obscure tomes, creating spells, brewing Polyjuice and not much else I'm afraid. Any change with the Potter boy?"

"Everything is as it should be."

"Well then, that's good news. Do They suspect you? Because this whole plan will be over if-"

"They suspect nothing Gellert." Dumbledore reassured. "I'm still in Their good graces and They still come to me for advice and will continue to do so. That much is assured."

"Good then. Oh yes! Before I forget, I overheard something while in Berlin today that I think you might find interesting." Grindelwald said, his voice holding an undertone of seriousness.

"What is it?"

"Well, from what I heard, Karkaroff was made Highmaster of Durmstrang. And as I expect this to be old news, with you being you, the same people who said this are also part of the German Ministry. Apparently, reports of rumours regarding your wayward pet project have made it past the Department of Law. A dark Wraith has been seen moving across Europe in the heading of Albania. These are being regarded as rumours, of course, but I know better." Grindelwald reviled.

"You think it is Voldemort?"

"I don't think. I know. As much as I hate to admit it, he has far more knowledge over Dark Magic then I do and it does not help that he is Magic's First Born."

Dumbledore sat down in both shock and anger. Shock that someone not named Albus would have knowledge on surviving after death and anger that someone not named Albus would have knowledge on surviving after death!

"So he lives. This sets us back." Dumbledore responded.

"Not really. I would say it works to our advantage. Those who have heard it still believe that the prophesy refers to Riddle! You can say you don't believe Voldemort really died and then have the Potter boy chase after him." Grindelwald reasoned.

"The idea has merit. But what about the Messenger? Being James Potter's father makes Harry his legacy. He would try to intervene."

"Nonsense. All 13 of them only really care about the glory their children can make in Their name. The Messenger would probably encourage Potter to fight Voldemort. It all works out. You get to defeat 'another' Dark Lord, the Potter boy dies and the Olympians are none the wiser." Grindelwald stated. Dumbledore thought for a second before chuckling a bit.

"And you see, this is why you are the strategist and I am the front man between us. Any luck on the restriction wards?"

"To be honest, I have not really been working on it." Grindelwald admitted sadly. In 1945, after the 'Duel of Ages', European law enforcement had captured Grindelwald, imprisoned him within Nurmanguard, his own fortress, and bound him to one of the most powerful wards created: the Soul Restriction Ward. The ward was created by Mordred Pendragon, the bastard son of Morgana le Fae and Arthur Pendragon in order to confine Merlin's soul to Camelot castle. If Merlin had stepped foot out of the Citadel, his soul would have been torn asunder; no afterlife, nor resurrection. The spell requires the full power of one hundred wizards and would drain their cores for years to come. It took him a decade, but Merlin was able to find a way to extend the bounded field of the ward to the entirety of Britton, however the cost was dear. In order to extend the range of the ward, the trapped person must give up being able to feel love. This might make Grindelwald's opening statement seem false, but no. The ward extension makes the trapped soul unable to physically feel their love, while enhancing the emotion. To be unable to touch his true love, Grindelwald was able to extend the bounded field the spell contains him to the whole of Germany. If Grindelwald ever steps out of Germany… Well, bye-bye soul.

"Why?! If anyone would be able to do so, it would be you!" Dumbledore exclaimed desperately.

"I know Albus, but what if the cost is higher? What if me removing the ward removes my capacity for love as well? I couldn't live with it." Dumbledore was about to respond when the door was flung open; the spells Dumbledore had enacted, broken by Hogwarts' magic.

"Albus!" Explained McGonagall "Peeves was in the kitchens pelting the house elves with stink-!" McGonagall cut herself off as she looked past Dumbledore and saw the face in the mirror. A face she knew well. She looks to Dumbledore with fear in her eyes.

"Albus, why is the Dark Lord Grindelwald in that mirror? The imprisoned Dark Lord Grindelwald?" Dumbledore looked to the mirror and said "I shall call on you later. I must deal with this."

"Very well Albus. I shall see you later then." Grindelwald responded as the mirror turned reflective again.

"I'm very sorry you had to see that Minerva." Dumbledore said in a disappointed voice. "I was having a very engaging conversation."

"What are you talking about? That was Grindelwald! You were his enemy and yet you were talking to him when he is meant to be imprisoned! What the hell is going on!?" Dumbledore looked at McGonagall sadly and raised his wand to her.

"What are you doing?!" She said. The shock of having her long time friend's wand turned on her keeping her motionless.

"For the third time since I have met you, I can say with all honesty that I am not sorry for what I am about to do, but I am sorry for doing it to you. You were my favourite student after all." Dumbledore responded.

"Wha-"

"Obliviate." Dumbledore intoned.


A/N: Yay! Chapter is done! This one was HELL to write. I kept writing myself into a corner and it was so crappy trying to fix it. I hope the writing itself does not seem to cliché, but it wasn't my fault! Blame the plot bunnies!

Next chapter: The Convening of a War Council