Title: Only Me
Author: ty-rant84
Summary: He always knows everything in the school, but how? Albus is manipulating everything
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I do not own green eggs and ham, I do not own any Albus fans, I do not own Potter either, I do not own a single beaver. (the married ones, though....)
Albus leaned back in his cushioned chair with his forehead resting in his hand. Honestly, did it have to be this difficult?
Everyone had to believe the image he portrayed. No one could be allowed to find his plan. The only evidence was entrapped in his mind and only veritaserum could possibly allow it to be discovered. But that would never happen. Not as long as he continued with his flawless acting. Only in this room could any emotion be allowed to slip through.
Entering his chambers, only the portraits were allowed. Even then, they had been proven loyal to his plan.
The people in this school could never see what was right under their noses. Or above their fireplaces. Lining the walls. Guarding their common-room.
He knew everything that happened in this school, because everyone in it was watched. Six to nine portraits per room. A limitless amount of rooms. There were always at least two of his ancient spies watching.
So easily manipulated, when he knew their innermost secrets revealed when they were 'alone'. Lying in bed, writing in the journals they stashed. Plans they wrote. Goals. Fears.
It was easy to plan around their feelings when they were reported to him hourly. To know how they wanted him to act. What image they would follow.
Everyone thought he was a genius. Did they not think that he could be playing them?
If Severus, Narcissa, Lucius, and now Draco could be double agents, then why not he? He didn't work for anyone else, granted. Except himself. But, he did lead a double life.
One only saw moments, like this. Whereas the other was constant. Never- ending.
He would get his reward in the end. For his perseverance.
If he did not crack first.
How long could he go on?
He would, though.
Just to see how it all ended.
He'd lasted this long.
Let's se what happens next.
Albus got up from his desk. The long aged hands clapped together once as he walked towards the door. Standing right in front of it, he took a deep, steadying breath and strode out of his chambers.
The ones the portraits didn't know about.
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Author: ty-rant84
Summary: He always knows everything in the school, but how? Albus is manipulating everything
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I do not own green eggs and ham, I do not own any Albus fans, I do not own Potter either, I do not own a single beaver. (the married ones, though....)
Albus leaned back in his cushioned chair with his forehead resting in his hand. Honestly, did it have to be this difficult?
Everyone had to believe the image he portrayed. No one could be allowed to find his plan. The only evidence was entrapped in his mind and only veritaserum could possibly allow it to be discovered. But that would never happen. Not as long as he continued with his flawless acting. Only in this room could any emotion be allowed to slip through.
Entering his chambers, only the portraits were allowed. Even then, they had been proven loyal to his plan.
The people in this school could never see what was right under their noses. Or above their fireplaces. Lining the walls. Guarding their common-room.
He knew everything that happened in this school, because everyone in it was watched. Six to nine portraits per room. A limitless amount of rooms. There were always at least two of his ancient spies watching.
So easily manipulated, when he knew their innermost secrets revealed when they were 'alone'. Lying in bed, writing in the journals they stashed. Plans they wrote. Goals. Fears.
It was easy to plan around their feelings when they were reported to him hourly. To know how they wanted him to act. What image they would follow.
Everyone thought he was a genius. Did they not think that he could be playing them?
If Severus, Narcissa, Lucius, and now Draco could be double agents, then why not he? He didn't work for anyone else, granted. Except himself. But, he did lead a double life.
One only saw moments, like this. Whereas the other was constant. Never- ending.
He would get his reward in the end. For his perseverance.
If he did not crack first.
How long could he go on?
He would, though.
Just to see how it all ended.
He'd lasted this long.
Let's se what happens next.
Albus got up from his desk. The long aged hands clapped together once as he walked towards the door. Standing right in front of it, he took a deep, steadying breath and strode out of his chambers.
The ones the portraits didn't know about.
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please!
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V