A/N: I apologize for the short chapter, however... this finishes the thought I had from the previous one. I just didn't want to lump them together.

As always I own nothing but the OC's

Chapter 17: A Twist of the Horcrux

Dumbledore stomped around his office fuming. "Half the staff has left 70% of the students have left." He turned to look at all the letters that had been returned with a rejection note. "I need to know what this new school is!"

He paced angrily as he thumbed through his thoughts "couldn't be any of the professors that left." He smiled "I made sure they could never top me."

Just then one of the bumbling new professors appeared "Sir" he stammered nervously "the students are arriving and we will be starting the sorting hat up soon."

Dumbledore rubbed his forehead and muttered to himself "no need to correct the idiot, he's not listening anyway." He threw his hands up as he kept complaining "it's not like I'm surrounded by brilliant minds that can protect me..."

"Sorry?" He was puzzled

"Ugh" Dumbledore rolled his eyes "yes you are sorry aren't you..." he turned and kept muttering "a sorry excuse for a..." he opened a drawer then slammed it "where did I put my wand?"

Just as Dumbledore reached for another drawer a flash of light came through the walls of the old school and slammed right into his forehead knocking him over onto his back.

"Oh, my" the bumbling professor rush to help up the dizzy old man. "Here sit here," he helped him to a chair then looked him over "whatever that was left a nasty bump on your forehead, "I'll fletch some ice" he rushed out before Dumbledore could stop him.

Standing up slowly he stubbled a few times as he made his way to a mirror. "What in the..." he looked at it closer "no, this can't be." He rubbed at the mark appearing slowly on his forehead "NO!" he panicked "I can't... not a soul will trust me if I have the mark"

The nurse appeared and tried to sooth him but it was to no avail. No amount of talk could convince him to calm down. "How" he thought "how had that damn lightning shaped mark find its way from that brats head to mine!"

Dronwall Isle

Luna came bursting into the room with excitement wrapped her arm around Orria and rushed out of the room with her "Orria, we have to talk!" She giggled "you're never going to guess where that little spell of yours sent it."

Orria pulled them into an unoccupied room and sat down"what are you talking about?"

"The horcrux" she smiled

"The Castle destroyed it" she frowned "didn't it?"

"No... it only cleansed it."

"You lost me."

"Cleansed it," Luna explained "as in wiped it up and threw it out with the trash."

"Okay, I'm keeping up so far."

It had to go somewhere, with how they were created it couldn't just be destroyed like that." She smiled "Dumbledore now has a shiny new lightning shaped scar on his forehead."

"Dumbledore!" Orria danced "the castle sent it to Dumbledore!" She laughed with glee and then pointed at the ceiling "oh you are so getting spoiled for this"

She pulled Luna over to sit down with her "tell me everything you saw."

"Well, this is going to be good..." Luna looked up and requested "popcorn please" she turned back to Orria "okay, apparently because Harry had a pure heart it didn't have the same effect on him that it has on its new host."

HogwartsDumbledore barely survived the sorting ceremony inching slowly along he hugged the wall muttering to himself "he was just hated, why can't people fear me, or hate me..." he reached out and grabbed a passing student by the tie and begged "you hate me right," he laughed "you fear me?"

"Get off of me creeper" The student pushed him off "jeez, lunatic" he stomped away

Dumbledore lost his balance and stumbled backwards through a doorway. Above the doorway hung a crooked sign that read:

Potion Storage

This door is to remain locked at all times

The crash of vials and screams of a frustrated headmaster could be heard throughout the school.

The new potions instructor came rushing down the hallway "honestly, I just stepped away for a moment." He sighed "I was putting away some of today's mishaps." He peered through the darkness into the room and exclaimed "A Llama!"

"I am not a Llama you fool."

"The Llama speaks?"

"I am not a..." Dumbledore looked down at his body and screamed. "What the hell has happened to my feet!"

"Um" you stumbled into one of the closest's designated for the failed potions storage." He laughed a bit then stopped quickly when it looked like the llama would kill him.

"Am I a Llama?"

"Yes,"

Dumbledore growled then proceeded to rant on and on about how unfair life is and why can't he just be hated instead of this nightmare..."I'm evil right?"

"Um... you would be?" He frowned "wait I do know that voice," his eyes got wide "Professor Dumbledore, I am so sorry." He reached for the beast to help it to its feet "let me help you to the infirmary," he stifled a laugh "they can fix this" he took a few breaths then continued his thought under his breath "I hope"

"What was that?" The gangly misshapen beast turned its crooked head to look at the positions instructor "did you say something?"

"No sir," he frowned at the students that were laughing and jeering as they went by. "let's get you out of this public hallway."

It took a few days but Dumbledore was back to his two legged self. His Phoenix statues however took a bit longer to change back from the Llama's that Ron had turned them into.

The students more familiar with the Muggle world upped the ante, they gave Dumbledore a new nickname. Ron was not happy that his prank was overshadowed, but nobody cared.

While it is true that none of the Professors had a clue what a "Kusco" is they let the name slide since they stopped pelting Dumbledore with stuffed Llamas.