This does not belong to me, I just stole the characters. I'm also gonna rewrite this chapter don't like it very much but for the moment I'm more interested in the rest of the story. Thanks the reviews aussi!
Chapter 1
The weekend was the time when Hogwarts breathed a sigh of relief, when tension was at it's lowest, when the saviour had left for well, no one knew what he actually did, and to be quite honest it would appear no one actually cared, but he was away, and never returned until Monday morning, always appearing for his first lesson looking as ever annoyed and tired. This weekend though had promised more relief to the staff than ever, several high ranking death eaters had been found slaughtered on the steps to the Ministry, and the number of attacks on Muggle's had dropped significantly. It would appear that the war was finally ending completely.
Monday morning had come again, but this time it brought with it shrieks as a whole class ran screaming from the teaching rooms of Professor Potter, where he sat with a smirk on his face, who'd have thought that it would have been so easy to upset a whole class, to manipulate, a simple Abra Cadabra, and they all run away, not that he particularly wanted to teach the brats anyway, and hopefully the ball would be set in motion.
It didn't take long before he was besieged by Albus Dumbledore, others just hovering outside of the door, he could see glimpses as they glanced in and then shot out of reach, well that's what happens when your aim in life is to kill the hero.
"Harry… The students claimed you tried to kill them, using an unforgivable, is that true?" The twinkle had all but gone from his old mentor's eyes, and his voice was weary, he could almost feel some pity for the old fool, almost but not quite.
Standing, letting the wand graze his chest, forcing the older man to step back, he smiled, a sinister little smile, "Do you see any dead students Headmaster, or perhaps you feel that if I tried to kill them I'd miss…" He let the words fall between them, letting them impact before speaking again, "All I said Albus, a simple little incantation, Abra Cadabra"
Lupin afterwards was to tell of how Harry had stolen Dumbledore's twinkle, his eyes had glimmered with suppressed glee as the headmaster had reacted on instinct, but it was one thing for the Boy Who Lived to use the unforgivable on He Who Should Not Be Named, but not for the Hero of Grindleward to use it on the Saviour of the free world…
It took all of an hour for the world to be once more turned on it's head, and Albus to reside in a secure unit within the ministry, stripped of his magic, and his memories, just an empty shell of a man.