A/N: Hey guys, I'm back and I did so love writing this chapter. I know it's shorter than my usual chapters, but you'll understand why when you read it. It's finally time for the last Dumbledore article and I think this one packs a bit of a punch! Hope you like it!

Disclaimer: I am not J.K, but this plot is on me XD

Warning: Mentions of violence, slash and language,

Parsel

Chapter 36:

Lucius Malfoy wasn't one to be confused often. He prided himself with being in the know before most, which enabled him to either change things or share the news himself. But it seemed ever since the summer, with the arrival of one Harry Potter-Black, he spent more time confused than in any other state. Every single thing that teen did was a paradox, he was vicious and cruel but he doted on his friends, he was selfish and conceited but he opened and funded a sanctuary for complete strangers and he took cunning and sly to a whole new level and yet his bravery was unparalleled.

It made his spin. He had lost count on how many times he was surprised by him, and the teen didn't seem to have any plans on stopping with his surprises any time soon. However it wasn't the mysterious teen's behaviour he was now confused over. No. It was his Lord's. Lucius has been following the Dark Lord since his seventh year at Hogwarts, he had proudly taken the mark like his father before him, and he had served his Lord with vigour; even when the man had lost his mind. He admitted to himself that he was relieved that his Master seemed to regain his sanity and their goals were back on track, and it was even better to see the man his father had raved about to be brought back. Lucius felt he was getting his friend back as well as his Lord and it was a very good feeling. It was because of that he was confused.

He had thought he had some inkling of the man's behaviour, but then there was Harry Potter throwing everything he knew out of the window. Never, not in his memory, nor his fathers, for he had asked his portrait, had his Lord slept with the same person twice. And never had the man allowed someone to share his bed for the night afterwards, but low and behold both had happened. Lucius had received the shock of his life when Harry had walked out of his Lord's bedroom in nothing but the man's shirt, he wouldn't deny that the teen was gorgeous, and he understood exactly why his Lord would desire him. He thought it was just a one off, something that had occurred in an accident and wouldn't happen again. But it did. He had seen the teen around his Lord all the time, he had seen his Lord carry the teen in his arms when he fell unconscious.

He had seen his Lord personally look after Harry when he had returned nearly dead from the wolf attack and just last week he had seen the pair kissing in his own drawing room. However, that wasn't the only thing he had noticed. Lucius wasn't a blind man, and a blind man could see that the pair were completely in tune with each other. They seemed to know what the other was thinking, or they could predict the others next move and they didn't even realise they were doing it. They were completely oblivious to their behaviour and Lucius shook his head. His Lord acted differently around the teen especially. Harry had an extraordinary amount of leeway, and Lucius had personally seen him insult the Dark Lord without so much as a stinging hex in retaliation. He didn't understand. Lucius looked up when there was a knock at his door and his beautiful wife walked in, he offered her a small smile which was returned.

"Our Lord is due soon." She said to him, "You have been quiet all day, what troubles you?"

"I have been thinking of our Lord." Lucius answered.

"Oh?"

"His behaviour has been abnormal as of late." He began, "It is confusing. I have seen and heard things that are completely out of character." Narcissa blinked.

"Such as?"

"Taking a lover? Allowing one to share his bed? Ignoring blatant insults?" Lucius listed, "And they all seem to revolve around Harry Potter-Black." Narcissa raised an eyebrow in scepticism.

"I am sure you are merely thinking too much on it, dear." She told him but Lucius shook his head.

"Just last week I saw the pair kissing in the drawing room." He said and when she rolled her eyes he frowned, "Watch him today and you shall see, he is different. Especially when Mr Potter-Black is brought up."

"Very well." She agreed, "Shall we adjourn to the living room for his arrival."

"Let's" Lucius rose and followed his wife down to their informal living room. She, ever the perfect hostess, had already had drinks led out for them. She also had brilliant timing because Lucius felt the wards tingle signalling someone's arrival via apparation and their Lord swept in to the room moments later.

"My Lord," they intoned, a bow and a curtsy following their words. The Dark Lord waved off their actions.

"You invited me, Lucius," He said somewhat amused.

"Would you like a drink, My Lord?" Narcissa asked, and Tom nodded.

"Thank you, Narcissa." He accepted the drink as he sat in the offered seat.

"How are things running at the school, My Lord?" Narcissa questioned.

"Slow, I do enjoy teaching, however my content is heavily monitored due to the old fool."

"Is there any progress on his removal?"

"Harry believes he shall be ousted by Yule," Tom answered, a slight smile touching his lips unconsciously.

"He may be correct, the board of governors are in discussion for his removal with all of the backlash from the papers. They are split currently, so they will need a push, but I believe it can be done." Lucius explained.

"That is good, Harry said he needs him gone before the Yule hits."

"I thought he was working on the classifications." Lucius said surprised and Tom rolled his eyes fondly.

"He is working on multiple things currently. The classifications are merely what he calls a side project."

"Excuse me?"

"Do not ask me to understand his mind, Lucius. I believe he is in his own world." Tom said with a smirk.

"What of the laws he is working on?"

"Another side project." Tom confirmed, "Which brings attention to your searches."

"Yes, I have been working with Izar and we have sorted through many laws. We've collected those we believe need immediate change, ones that need work but are not crucial and those which are currently fine. So far we have no laws that are acceptable to be left as they are, and the pile of immediate changes is ever growing." He told his Lord and Tom nodded, not in the least surprised.

"Section them as you go, if you isolate what laws dictate to what part of our world it will be easier to go through when the time comes." He commanded and Lucius nodded.

"I shall speak with Izar and inform him."

"Very well,"

"How go the preparations for the Yule Balls, Narcissa."

"Things are moving swiftly, My Lord. There are rumours of who are on the guest lists and seating plans. Many are speaking of the secret of the Lord or Lady McKinnon." She said and Tom smirked.

"Are there any leads?"

"Not anything worth listening too." She said with a slight frown, "Though, there is a belief that it is someone from outside our isles."

"I see," Tom chose not to reveal exactly who the McKinnon Lady was, he knew Snake was going to have a great time when the balls arrived. He went to speak again but was interrupted when he felt the familiar magic of Harry's shadows and said teen stepped out of them. He was dressed in loose joggers and a tight black top, which had specs of sugar and flower on it, indicating his being in the kitchen. The teen's eyes settled on his immediately and a bright smile came to his face; too bright.

"I've been looking for you." He said, completely oblivious to his surroundings, "I wanted you to try something." It was then the Dark Lord noticed the plate and fork in the teen's hands.

"Oh?"

"It's an experiment." Harry said and Tom's eyebrows rose, "Here."

"Absolutely not." Tom denied and Harry blinked.

"Why not?"

"You just told me it's an experiment." Tom said indignantly and Harry waved him off.

"You liked the last thing I gave you." He pointed out and Tom's eyebrows rose.

"That was not an experiment."

"Please?"

"No!"

"Tom!" Harry groaned and the Dark Lord shook his head.

"I am not a Guinea Pig." Tom stated and Harry huffed.

"Will you please just stop being difficult and try the cheese cake."

"Do I look like a personal servant that is made to try food?" Tom said and when Harry opened his mouth he cut him off, "Don't answer that." Harry pouted.

"Please can you just try it?" He asked again, "Just a bite."

"No,"

"Pleeeeeeeeease?"

"No!"

"Toooom." Harry whined, "You're being mean."

"I am the Dark Lord."

"That's not an excuse." Harry complained, his voice taking on an irritating whiny sound.

"Harry," Tom sighed and Harry actually stamped his foot much to Tom's eternal amusement.

"Tom please."

"You are not going to convince me to be your tester."

"For the love of-," Harry sighed again, "Will you please just try the damn food, you know I have better things to do than argue with you."

"No," Tom stated resolutely, smirking at the teen.

"Please, I've asked nicely."

"No,"

"It's has cherries in it." Harry tried.

"My answer is still the same."

Harry sighed before he had an idea, he bit his lip and looked down as his feet as he shifted slightly. He looked back up through his eyelashes and tilted his head slightly, an expression of pure innocence on his face, with his eyes glinting in promise. Harry had to fight back his pleased smirk as he visibly watched Tom's resolve melt faster than ice in Egypt. He couldn't stop his smug expression when the man shot him a truly poisonous glare as he snatched the plate and the fork, he span around in shock when he heard Lucius clear his throat slightly and blinked.

"Oh, how very rude of me. One moment," He vanished and returned almost instantly with two more plates with forks and handed them to the Malfoys.

"What is it?" Narcissa inquired and Harry smiled.

"It's a black forest cheesecake, or an attempt anyway." Harry answered and she nodded, interested. Tom took a cautious bite and had to forcefully stop his groan of appreciation as his taste buds exploded with flavours. First it was the light creamy top, and it was followed by a sharp but sweet cherry syrup and it was mellowed out with a rich chocolate biscuit base. Good Merlin it was fantastic.

"So, what do you think?" Harry asked, biting his lip and looking expectantly at Tom. Tom merely looked at him and Harry beamed.

"I'll put the rest in your rooms as soon as I get back." He said brightly, refraining from clapping his hands as Tom nodded pleased. He turned to watch the Malfoys and grinned when Narcissa's eyes widened in delighted shock.

"What elves made this, or where did you buy it?" She demanded, completely missing the Dark Lord's smirk. Harry looked marginally affronted at that.

"Neither." He said, his tone offended, "I just spent hours slaving over that; it's my latest creation." Both blondes looked at him stunned.

"You made this?" Lucius repeated and Harry nodded.

"Yes." Harry confirmed and Narcissa released a barely concealed squeal of delight.

"I simply must have it at out Yule Ball." She stated, "It has to be the cake option. Anything else would pale in comparison." Harry smiled brightly, happy with praise.

"I am sure we can come to an arrangement. I can come over to discuss it with you, if you like?"

"Very much so," She said with a smile. Harry nodded and turned back to Tom to collect his plate, he automatically snapped his fingers to refill the man's drink and added an extra ice cube as there was only three in the glass. He summoned the Malfoys plates and absently leaned down to kiss his cheek,

"I'll see you later." Harry told him and then he smiled, "Thank you for trying my cheesecake." Tom merely rolled his eyes but he was smiling slightly and Harry grinned as he vanished again, the Dark Lord turned back to his hosts.

"Before we were interrupted, I believe we were speaking on the rumours circulating this years' Yule." He said and the Malfoys seemed to blink and the complete lack of reaction and abrupt continuation, he didn't notice the pointed look Lucius sent his wife before that.

"Yes, all other rumours have been silenced. People are too cautious to speak due to the Act of Silence."

"Ah, Harry is a major point of conversation then."

"Oh yes,"

"I am not surprised." Tom admitted, "What of Antonin?"

"He wishes to speak with you, My Lord." Lucius said, "He had been finding many things about other Dark Creatures, and there have been whispers, but that is all he has mentioned."

"Tell him that I shall meet with him soon." Tom decided. "Has Izar mentioned anything about the ball?"

"Ah," Lucius shifted, "He has expressed certain opinions about the guest lists, and certain ideas for his own ball." Tom closed his eyes with a muted sigh.

"Izar is going to get himself killed if he does not open his eyes." Tom stated, his voice taking on a steely edge.

"I have warned him, My Lord." Lucius said, "I have told him, within my restrictions, but it seems to wash over him."

"He does not realise what he is getting himself in to." Tom said, "As confusing as he is, I do know that Harry has a plan for Izar and it is going to be extremely messy."

"Surely it won't be too bad?" Lucius hedged and Tom gave a low, cold laugh.

"It will be even worse." He said surely, a malicious smirk coming to his face.

"Oh dear," Narcissa muttered, not sounding too distressed at all, "Harry does seem to liven things up, doesn't he."

"That is a small understatement." Lucius sighed.

"While we are on the topic of Harry, Lucius. Have you looked over his classification?" Tom questioned and the blond nodded.

"I have to admit, if you had not given it to me, I would not have believed Mr Potter-Black wrote it." The Malfoy Lord stated, "It is almost perfectly done, and the script in which it is presented is stunning."

"Are there many corrections or changes needed?"

"No, there are only a few words needing a change." Lucius said, "And it is mere wording, a few alterations in the legal terms."

"Very well, if you correct the words, I shall pass it back and Harry will write out the final version ready to be filed." Tom said and Lucius nodded.

"I will make the corrections and pass it to you as soon as possible."

"Good." Tom nodded once before turning to Narcissa, "Harry informed me of a slight crisis at the sanctuary."

"We had many international wolves arrive, and Mr Lupin has received information that Dumbledore's influence over the wolf situation has spread further than we believed." Narcissa said, "Due to the apparent success of the WPP, those listening to Dumbledore's direction have also take to hunting the wolves, and many with cubs have found themselves in situations they can no longer handle." Tom's eyes narrowed slightly.

"How great were the number of injured cubs?" He questioned, his voice cold, and Narcissa's look of pure ice told him all he needed to know. "Very well, I shall inform Harry that whatever he is planning involving the removal of Fudge needs to be quickened."

"Has he spoken of that?" Lucius asked and Tom shook his head.

"No, but he will have had something put in place merely as an outline." Tom answered.

"The barbaric WPP must go, My Lord. One of the cubs I was healing was no older than two years of age, and she was showing signs of Cruciatus exposure." Narcissa told him and Tom hissed.

"Rest assured, it shall not be in place very much longer." Tom stated. "Has Remus attained any information regarding the people influenced by Dumbledore?"

"He is searching, he has received some leads, but his time is limited due to the work he is doing within the sanctuary, the research and translation, teaching and getting the word out with the other wolves." Narcissa explained, "Though he has managed to work out that Dumbledore has more influence within the French ministry than anyone else, and that his numbers in Germany are the lowest – for obvious reasons."

"Yes, I highly doubt that Dumbledore's name is friendly due to Grindlewald." Tom murmured, "This is highly frustrating, Bella and Rodolphus are monitoring Moody and the families he is tracking, Rabastan is working around the clock trying to isolate and identify what Dumbledore has done to the castle walls with Harry's Swift, Antonin is working on the dark magical creatures, and it is imperative that he has all his focus on that due to the large numbers of creatures considered dark. Both you and Izar are tied up with the legalities of the ministry, and I could assign Izar to search but I do not wish to listen to the hour long rant that will follow from Harry." Tom sighed through his nose, "I shall have some members of the inner circle sworn to secrecy and then pass them to Remus, he has the leads therefore he is in the position to direct them."

"I shall pass along the message." Narcissa said. "Do you wish to meet with him?"

"I shall, he is in the Gryffindor rooms daily. I will find him there."

"Very well, it shall be done, My Lord." She assured him and Tom nodded, he cast a tempus and sighed.

"Right now I have a staff meeting to attend and I do not wish the old fool to suspect anything from me." He said, mentally complaining about the suffering he was about to endure by listening to the old man's voice at close range."

"Very well," Lucius nodded, "I shall pass on the message to both Izar and Antonin." They all rose and the Malfoys bowed/curtsied to their Lord before he apparated away, Narcissa turned to her husband slightly wide eyed.

"I understand what you mean." She said, "But they are completely blind to what is right in front of them." Lucius raises an eyebrow.

"What do you mean?" He questioned and she gave him an almost pitying look.

"If you cannot see it, Lucius, then I cannot tell you." She said, shaking her head. He gave her a blank look and Narcissa sighed, walking away from her husband muttering about oblivious males. Lucius shook himself and cast a tempus, he had time to visit Antonin before it was deemed rude. He called for an elf to fetch his cloak and walked to the floo room, he threw in some powder and stepped in to the grate, calling for the Dolohov Lodge. He was greeted by an elf when he stepped out and he asked to see the master of the house, he walked the familiar route to Antonin's study and stepped in.

"Lucius. What brings you?" The Dolohov Lord asked, not being one for many words.

"Our Lord requires me to pass on that he shall be meeting with you soon." Lucius told him, taking the offered seat "We spoke only moments ago."

"Very well, I do have many things to discuss with him." Antonin said. "Does he require me to do anything else?"

"Not currently, he wishes you to focus all your attentions on the dark creatures. Though, he will have to speak with you himself as I do not wish to presume." Lucius said and Dolohov nodded.

"Very well, was there anything that came up that concerns me?"

"No, it was mainly focused around the movements from our silent partner."

"I see. Was there anything else?" He asked and Lucius hesitated.

"You… you have known our Lord the longest." He stated and Antonin raised an eyebrow.

"Yes."

"Has he ever kept a lover?" He asked and Dolohov gave Lucius a look that clearly questioned the man's sanity.

"Our Lord has never taken a lover, and I doubt he ever will…" He trailed off when he saw the look the blonde Lord was giving him. He sat forward. "Are you sure?" He whispered and Lucius nodded.

"Oh yes. It is not even secretive, nor short. From what I have deduced, is began in September and it has continued, developing almost." He explained and Antonin blinked.

"This is surprising. Our Lord never bothered with a lover, always citing that it was bothersome to deal with people who believe they have power." Antonin mused, "I cannot picture him dealing with the same person."

"He does more than deal with them, he allows them an exceptional amount of leeway. I honestly do not understand it." Lucius shook his head, "Watch our Lord during your meeting, you will know it when you see it. And try not to mention anything to Izar." Dolohov blinked twice and smirked.

"It's the Potter-Black teen, isn't it?" He said and Lucius nodded.

"Yes,"

"I shall keep my attentions sharp, no doubt the teen can be brought up somehow and I shall see for myself." He decided.

"You will not miss it." Lucius told him, "Today I saw the teen manipulate our Lord in to doing what he wanted with a mere look. I was most astounded."

"Surely not. Leeway yes, but manipulating him is a whole new level." Dolohov said surprised and Lucius shook his head.

"If it were not with my very own eyes I would not believe it either. This is the fifth interaction I have witnessed with them that didn't involve a formal meeting with the elite. Each time it has been illustrated that our Lord allows him to do as he pleases." Lucius told him surely, "Just you wait, it is most bizarre."

"I am intrigued." Dolohov stated, "I shall watch and inform you of my opinion. Though, if you are indeed correct, this could explain our Lord's return to his past self completely."

"I swear Potter-Black was born simply to do things that no one else would ever accomplish." Lucius sighed and Dolohov chuckled slightly. The blond rose to his feet and swept from the room with a nod of his head, leaving the Dolohov Lord to contemplate this new development. It was unexpected, and Antonin was sceptical to believe it until he had seen it for himself, but he wasn't completely in disbelief. After all, he had seen his Lord's recent behaviour and it was odd, not that he was complaining, he had missed his old friend and it was good to see the same charismatic, charming and witty man back again.

He had followed his Lord through everything, and he would do it again even if the man fell back to the madness, but he much preferred the person he was now and if that was down to the Potter-Black teen then so be it. Though, he could see the appeal. As a man who was open to both ventures, Antonin could wholly understand his Lord's attraction to the teen. Not only was he powerful, but he was highly attractive and he wasn't a simpering sycophant after a slice of power from the Dark Lord. There must be something else there, however, for the Dark Lord to continue to hold on to the teen. Perhaps it was an extended fling, his Lord was trapped in the castle under Dumbledore's nose, and the Potter-Black teen was a willing and highly attractive partner, who wasn't going to try brag about sleeping with the powerful Dark Lord. It was the perfect set up really, and Dolohov nodded to himself; he would see what he witnessed.

It was today. After the rumours had spread, the law had passed and an extended break, the day had come for the article to be released. Harry wasn't just excited, he was absolutely exhilarated and he knew, he just knew today would be the day that changed many things. It would be subtle, of course, but this would be crucial in the swaying of people's opinions, and he couldn't wait.

"The smile on your face is highly disturbing." Tom told him, coming out of the bathroom, his hands absently straightening his robes.

"Oh I know." Harry said, his voice filled with supressed glee, "But I cannot help it."

"What has happened to get you in such a state?" Tom asked and Harry flashed him a truly terrible smile.

"Remember I promised the article of articles for the final Dumbledore family series?" Harry said and Tom nodded, "Well, I read through the draft Rita sent me and dear Merlin is it bad."

"Bad for Dumbledore."

"So so so bad for Dumbledore." Harry confirmed, "So bad I may even consider a touch of sympathy, if only for how this is being broadcasted."

"That bad?" Tom questioned in disbelief and Harry nodded.

"Worse."

"I also remember a little promise you made in regards to this article." Tom murmured and Harry grinned, rising to his feet.

"I do too, and if you are not completely speechless I'll throw in an extra day of being your complete slave and I'll even wear a collar with your name on it." Harry told him, and Tom bit back a groan at the image created by those words.

"You are that confident."

"100%,"

"Then let us make our way to the Hall." Tom said and Harry smirked. He left first through the shadows, coming out in a hidden corridor that led to the entrance hall, his glamour wrapped around him as he went. He slipped out and headed in to the hall, barely keeping the skip out of his step as he went to the Gryffindor table. He looked around the hall, making brief eye contact with his friends and nodding slightly, telling them to be prepared. Dumbledore was sat at the head table and he was looking rather cheery that Friday morning, Harry smiled to himself; that wasn't about to last.

He wanted this to be the day where he finally got an open reaction from Dumbledore over the paper, other than him just storming off in a huff. Not that Harry blamed him for that, if it had been revealed to the world that he was being fucked by his brother in his animagus form he would have stormed out as well. Oh he was so excited. Tom caught his eye as he took his seat next to Snape, he still had trace amounts of scepticism in his feelings and Harry sent him how confident he was feeling with his promise. He got a quirk of an eyebrow in return and he had to hide his grin as he turned back to his breakfast. For Harry, it seemed like an entire year had passed before the post owls swept in to the hall, but when they did his stomach gave a jolt as he laid eyes on the paper. He paid for his own with shaking hands, and, when he unrolled the Daily Prophet it took everything he was to minimize his reaction to just widening his eyes. Harry had not realised Rita had gotten her hands on a picture, but she had and it was smack bang in the middle of the front page, the glaring headline above it.

The Truth About Dumbledore;

The Sister,

Where The Ideas Burned;

The Ugly Truth,

After everything I have found out about the Dumbledore family, I didn't think I could be more shocked by what I had yet to uncover, but dear readers, I am yet again astounded by the startling truths pouring to light. We have found out that Albus Dumbledore was after Wizard domination over muggles with his lover Gellert Grindlewald, we know his father was a muggle hater convicted of the attack of 3 muggle children. We have found his mother was a master of secrets and lies and a hypocritical blood supremacist and we know his brother wanted nothing to do with his family except his allusive sister. Now I present to you the missing piece, the one thing that has eluded me and raised questioned with you; Arianna Dumbledore.

What happened to the girl who was driven to kill her own mother through acts unknown? As Kendra Dumbledore was very apt at covering her tracks, it has been impossible for me to deliver the truth of what happened to the little girl that never made it to Hogwarts. I cannot tell you if she was indeed a squib and was a shame upon Kendra Dumbledore or if she was in fact ill, either could be plausible, but I can confirm that she was the only one in the house when Kendra was killed and she survived uninjured. There were no records of her, except her birth, at St Mungo's which leads us to believe that she was never ill. Wouldn't any mother want their child seen to by experts if they were so ill that they were confined to the house? Apparently not, readers. But this reporter did discover something, something that will truly reveal the true nature of Albus Dumbledore to those who do not want to believe.

Everything seemed to change for the Dumbledore family after Kendra's sudden death, of course we are aware of the arrival of Grindlewald and his romance with Albus, we know of Aberforth standing up to his brother and demanding he stop his schemes with the dark wizard, and we know Grindlewald fled. But what I bring you now it the reason behind him fleeing, the reason for the resentment between the Dumbledore brothers that still lasts, even today. That's right ladies and gentlemen, this reporter has discovered why Grindlewald left his devoted lover, the one he planned to rule the world with, and went it alone. In the summer of 1899, Aberforth had, by now, taken over caring for his younger sister while Albus was planning, but the idea of moving his sister did not sit well with Aberforth and it turned to wands. Enraged at being denied what they saw as their right, Dumbledore and Grindlewald tried to force Aberforth to see it their way, but it didn't go to plan. Aberforth, Albus and Grindlewald duelled viciously until tragedy struck. During the fight, Albus had yet again neglected to think of his sister, the member of his family that he believed was holding him back from the greatness he so wished to achieve. She ventured out of the safety Aberforth had created for her and little Arianna was struck by a curse that killed her. What is unknown was the caster behind the curse exactly, but Albus had the most to gain from her death and it could have easily been him.

Could that be the reason he was so reluctant to face his lover? Grindlewald fled, but was it out of guilt or was it through favour? Was he the one to cast the curse or was he simply taking the blame for the man he loved? Is that why Albus gave Grindlewald so much leeway? And is this the true reason Grindlewald is still alive today? It seems to me that if, as it is led to believe, Grindlewald was the true caster of the spell that killed his sister, then Albus would have been the first to go after him, through family honour and vengeance, but we know that is not the case. This reporter did find out that Aberforth blamed his brother for the murder of his sister and physically attacked him at the funeral, giving Dumbledore his famous crooked nose. It explains the reason behind the rift between the two brothers, Aberforth never forgave Albus for killing their sister in the name of muggle subservience and hated him ever since. This astounding and somewhat disturbing discovery shows us why Albus Dumbledore has hidden his history so well. After all, why hide if you have a clean conscious? But the real question is, if Dumbledore is willing to go as far as to kill his own sister, who was aged just 14, what would he do to the people who mean nothing to him to gain control? Albus Dumbledore is already in many positions of power, but is it safe to keep him there? Have we already given him too much based on the façade he shows to the world, and is it too late to save ourselves from the same fate of little Arianna?

We can only wait and see.

Rita Skeeter, Special Correspondence to the Daily Profit,

Harry couldn't help but wince at the sheer brutality in which Rita had written this story, there were absolutely no cushioning in her words, just accusations flowing like lava. Harry looked around the hall and horrified shock was the most prominent reaction, and it settled heavily in the utter silence of the hall. Harry could feel the blank shock radiating from Tom and the man was looking at the paper as if it had literally just spoken to him to inform him that Dumbledore was actually his mother. Harry's attention snapped to the man in question when magic ripped violently through the room, the old man was on his feet, raw fury etched upon his weathered face and his teeth bared in a furious snarl. He viciously ripped the paper in two, setting it alight with a flare of magic that also blasted the headmaster chair back in to the wall with a booming crack.

"When I get my hands on you, Skeeter, you will wish you were never born to this earth." He roared to the heavens, before storming from the room via the side door and slamming it with a resounding bang. The hall was beyond silent, every single person was looking at the door in which Dumbledore had just left with disbelief – including Harry. He couldn't believe the old man had just done that! He wanted a reaction, a few curses or a burned paper, but to actively threaten someone out loud, to the entire school, and then have a temper tantrum and endanger people's lives with uncontrolled magic was insane. The man had practically handed Harry the tools for his removal.

"Did anyone else notice he didn't deny it?" A tiny voice piped up, and Harry's eyes snapped to the speaker. It was a small Hufflepuff forth year, he had seen him hand around with Dennis Creavey and at that moment in time Harry could have kissed him. Stunned whispers broke out when people realised that Dumbledore hadn't denied it, and they started to realise, started to believe that Dumbledore had killed his sister, his own sister, for power. The room descended in to utter chaos and the teachers were helpless to stop it, they were in just as much disarray as the students.

This was a man that, for many of them, they had followed and trusted their whole lives, McGonagall looked particularly distraught. Harry had to fight back his cackle of glee, everyone believed it, and everyone was taking in the fact that the great Albus Dumbledore was nothing but a despicable monster. This was set to be the best day of his life so far. Harry got to his feet and slipped out of the hall, it wasn't hard to go unnoticed when the hall was in such a state. He walked up to his rooms knowing he had some moments free, and he wasn't at all surprised when he ran in to Tom on the corridor outside and pulled in to the man's rooms. The man opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out so he closed it, he went to speak again but just shook his head and in the end just shook the paper to illustrate his point that was escaping his words.

"I know," Harry said, a grin that would make a Cheshire cat jealous adorning his features, "Oh I know." Tom gripped the paper, looking it over again and tried to speak yet again but nothing came out.

"I did warn you." Harry pointed out and Tom shot him a look that clearly said he didn't believe him, "Hey, if you are going to continue to underestimate me then that's all on you." Harry told him, "I did give you ample warning."

"But to this!" Tom finally got something out of his mouth and Harry mentally patted himself and Rita on the back, "This – this is-is-is…" he trailed off having nothing to describe it with.

"I know,"

"And his reaction!" He exclaimed, "He's just dug himself a very deep grave, all because of this."

"Why did you think I was so confident?" Harry said, "This was as cut throat as it was going to get on the family front. I won't say Rita can do no worse because she always seems to get better each time"

"As good as she is, I highly doubt she would be able to top this." Tom looked at the paper again, this time somewhat reverently, "I think I need to get this framed." Harry burst out laughing at that, he could imagine it hung in the man's study along with the other ones and laughed harder.

"Oh dear Merlin," He gasped, calming down. "I think it is safe to say that, once the letters for his violent reaction reach the parents, the board is going to tip more for his removal."

"Just one more push perhaps?" Tom said and Harry nodded.

"I'll speak with Lucius and see how it will effect Fudge, being Umbridge worked under and reported back to him." Harry said, "The December Wizengamot has passed, and the January one is always later due to the Yule celebrations. That means if I get the article out in time to push Dumbledore out, I.E, next week, it will also snowball in perfect timing for the January session."

"Very well thought out." Tom complimented, "Shall I alert Lucius of your expected arrival?"

"Please, it will be tonight." Harry said, he cast a tempus and cursed, "Got to go, I have McGonagall and I believe she will be particularly unforgiving."

"Yes, I do not doubt it!" Tom agreed, "Later?"

"Of course." Harry confirmed and then he was gone. He ran up to the Transfiguration corridor and slid in to the classroom just as the door was closing, falling in by the skin of his teeth. McGonagall still shot him a venomous look, but she didn't take points or give him detention. She got straight on with her lecture, her tone short and snappy and not even Hermione, as her teachers' pet self, raised her hand to say anything in the lesson. The room was so tense when they were dismissed that Harry thought it would snap at any moment. There was a mad rush to the door and Harry felt himself get dragged through the shadows to an empty corridor, his best friends faced him with excited expressions.

"Well done." Swift said, "Just well done." Harry grinned and Paws squealed a little bit in her excitement.

"Oh Merlin, Snake, this is pure, untouched gold. This article is so good, I'm considering asking Rita to sign it." She told him honestly and Harry snickered.

"If you do, get two signed will you. Tom wants one framed." He said to her and she grinned.

"Gladly,"

"Come on, we're going to be late." Swift told them, catching their attention. "We'll meet in Snake's rooms later."

"See you then," Harry said, "Bye guys." He shadowed away and walked down to the greenhouses, Harry watched the students and grinned to himself. Professor Sprout was not her usual self and she had everyone doing menial tasks around the greenhouses, such as spreading and turfing, she looked oddly depressed and Harry could see the paper stowed away in her robes. Harry didn't blame her, her entire beliefs had been shaken and it was a lot to take in, he couldn't help but feel unbelievably pleased with himself. Harry was followed out of the greenhouse by Neville and the other teen looked at him, shook his head, and continued back up to the castle, much to Harry's amusement. He spent his free period and lunch break calming down an excitable Luna, who insisted on bouncing around their rooms like a crazy person for the entire hour, it was highly amusing for Harry and allowed his little blond sister to run wild. Once she was done she merely danced away and Harry laughed, following her out and heading down to potions, he barely stopped his yelp when Draco punched him in the arm.

"Hey! What was that for?" Harry demanded, rubbing his arm.

"You know exactly what that was for." Draco hissed, "What was that?" Harry sniffed and stepped away from the blond.

"I did say the final one would be the one to push him over the edge." Harry said.

"Yes, but this is like nothing I could have ever predicted." Draco whisper exclaimed and Harry smirked.

"Since when was I predictable?" He questioned and the blond sighed.

"You've gotten me there."

"Of course, now would you mind not attempting to bruise me anymore? I would greatly appreciate it, thanks."

"Yes yes, stop complaining." Draco told him and Harry shot him an incredulous look, "You'll have to read again, I'm finishing the potion."

"Got it," Harry edged his way around the cauldron and sat at the end of the desk again, taking out his book and settling down to read. Snape didn't even bat an eyelid and at the end of the double period Draco handed in the potion and Harry knew they had received top marks.

"You know, the way things are going you are going to pass through my hard work." Draco told him and Harry rolled his eyes.

"Really, we are in the middle of numerous things that could change the very foundations of our world and your potions grade is what you are worried about." Harry said sardonically and Draco sniffed.

"I wish to be a master,"

"Yeah, but this year means nothing." Harry pointed out, "Next year is when you'll be taking your N.E.W.T's, unless you plan on taking them early?"

"I may, it would not be too difficult. It will depend on how things are come June." Draco said and Harry shrugged.

"Don't know what you are complaining about then."

Draco punched him again, and Harry laughed. The pair made their way out of the dungeons and split, Harry going alone to the Great Hall for dinner while Draco met with Blaise and Theo Nott and headed up themselves. Dumbledore, unsurprisingly, was not at dinner, and it did nothing for the man's reputation. Everyone, even the teachers, were talking about Dumbledore and what he had done; it was perfect. He would have to have Rita a gift sent for sure, she needed something for her absolutely fantastic writing skills. Right now he was going to watch the chaos of the hall and enjoy it.

So, what did you think? Was the article good enough? Dumbledore is not happy in the slightest! And, it's not just Harry's friends that are noticing, the Death Eaters are beginning to realise that something is going on with the Dark Lord too! I wonder when Harry and Tom will finally notice? Let me know what you think please guys, I love hearing from you all!

Jess*