A/N: As promised, here is part 2.

It's not my playground just my slide.

I have no beta.

MPOV

I sat back and waited. I really hate waiting. Yes, I was very impatient, and I knew I needed to work on it, just not now. I just wanted to get all of this over and done with. This day has already gone on for a week, at least that's what it felt like.

A moment later the door opened. I refused to look over but noticed that Ragnok gestured for a very human, very attractive-looking Voldemort to sit in the chair next to mine. Good Merlin, was he ever dishy.

Voldemort was no longer the snake-faced prat that came out of the cauldron. Instead, he was very tall, a great deal taller than me, with broad shoulders and a muscular build. His dark hair had a slight wave to it with one lock falling directly over his left eye. He casually brushed it aside with long elegant fingers, and I couldn't help but notice the stunning cerulean blue of his eyes. His lips were full and he had an aristocratic nose and jawline. He was ridiculously graceful and seemed to just glide into the room.

He wore a traditional black robe with loose-fitting sleeves. The robe was long and black with green stitching. On his left breast was the Slytherin coat of arms which he seemed to wear proudly.

I just had one thought as I tried to slyly gaze at him. I was very attracted to the dark lord, and I know for a fact that I was going to be having some very inappropriate daydreams about him. Yeah, I was in trouble.

"Ragnok," Voldemort greeted with a smooth timber in his voice. Good Merlin, even his voice was attractive.

"Lord Voldemort, it is good that you have come. There are many things that need to be discussed," Ragnok responded with an air of authority.

"What do the goblins and Ms. Potter have to discuss that I should be privy to?" Voldemort asked while sitting back and crossing his left leg over his right knee.

"First, I would like to address the matter of a certain prophecy regarding you and Lady Potter," Ragnok began which definitely got the dark lord's attention. "Are you aware, Lord Voldemort, that the prophecy is false? It was one of Albus Dumbledore's schemes to get both yourself and Lady Potter under his control so that you would both do what he wanted you two to do?"

I glanced over at Voldemort. His reaction was difficult to gauge due to the mask he wore. However, I did see the darkening of his eyes which was an indication of his anger. "Are you certain, King Ragnok?" he asked through tightly clenched teeth.

"I am absolutely certain, and I can prove to you how I know. In order to save time, with your permission of course Lady Potter, I would like the dark lord to read over what we have discovered," Ragnok asked. I silently nodded my head not willing to speak yet.

Ragnok pushed the parchments toward Voldemort. Voldemort picked them up and with a quick glance over at me, he bent over them and began to read. I watched as his eyes widened and his face turned red in anger. Once he was finished, he put the parchments down.

"That meddlesome old coot will soon see the end of my wand. He created a prophecy so that I would attack my soulmate. What hypocritical waste of space. He willfully and knowingly put a magical child in danger, stole from that child, and has had the audacity to strut around the magical world like he's the second coming of Merlin. Ironic since the child he harmed is Merlin's descendant," Voldemort ranted in disgust.

"You see why we contacted you?" Ragnok asked.

"Oh, yes, I most certainly do, and I am glad for it. This explains so much," Voldemort said. "Tell me, though, what has been done with my Horcrux?" his tone changed and was laced with suspicion and a lot of distrust.

"Lady Potter requested that it not be destroyed. It has been placed in another container," Ragnuk informed him. "You can take it with you when you leave."

Voldemort turned to me in surprise clearly not expecting me to not have it destroyed. "Thank you," he said softly. I nodded to him in response.

"There is another item we wished to discuss with you. Due to the headmaster's manipulations, Lady Potter is grossly behind on her studies including wizarding history. She has agreed to enter into a pocket dimension that we have created so that she may take the time to catch up on everything she was forced to miss. We believe you would be the best person to instruct her. She has agreed," Ragnuk explained to him succinctly.

"A pocket dimension, you say, that sounds fascinating. I would be more than happy to help as long as Lady Potter is certain," Voldemort said looking over at me.

"I have no issues with it. You are brilliant. I believe you would be the perfect teacher. I do appreciate your willingness to assist me," I said sincerely. He smiled at me in acknowledgment. "I would also like to hear my parent's will as well as discuss what we can do to tear Fumblesmuch down from his pedestal," I said.

"We can deal with the will now. Our plans regarding the headmaster will take a while to come up with. We want to thoroughly destroy him," Griphook answered to which we all heartily agreed with.

"Anything that will prevent him from becoming a martyr to the wizarding world would be best," I said snarled angrily. I utterly loathe the old tosser.

"I agree. The planning must be very meticulous. We must remove his fan base and his precious order and then he will not have anything to stand on," Voldemort heartily agreed.

We spent most of the remainder of the time listening to my parent's will which ironically enough mentioned Voldemort. They both admitted to figuring out Dumbledore's manipulations and how they grew to distrust him. Even more surprising is that both of my parents had gathered together a huge amount of evidence on crimes that the soon-to-be deadmaster had committed, and they willed the entire contents of vault 749 to Voldemort where they had safely hidden the aforementioned evidence.

What wasn't surprising is that my parents said I was to never go near Petunia Evans ever and that Petunia was a jealous harpy who would have no issues with torturing a child because she herself had no magic. The bitch was nothing but jealous. She did torture me because of it.

The will was shocking, especially when my parents apologized to Voldemort for not taking his side and for fighting against what they had learned was the correct side. They mentioned how they knew they couldn't escape, so they planned to compile all the evidence they could to help the dark lord destroy Dumbledore. Voldemort was impressed and even more so he was surprised.

The typical items were also mentioned in the will. Griphook had handled distributing the items that my parents willed to others while leaving me everything else.

During the review of the will, I started to feel a bit off. My muscles were becoming achy, and it felt like I was coming down with the flu. I was having trouble concentrating, and my head was throbbing.

Once the reading was concluded, I motioned to Ragnuk. "Remember when you said that my creature inheritance was due at any time and that I will know because it will feel like I am getting sick?"

"You are feeling it now," he guessed. "Griphook, ready everything for the dimensional shift," Ragnuk ordered. "Lord Voldemort, if you would help Lady Potter and follow me. We must make haste. Her creature inheritance is just moments away."

The suddenness of the pain caught me by surprise even after getting Ragnuk's warning. I just didn't think it would happen so soon. I didn't feel at all prepared for it.

Voldemort wrapped his arm tightly around my waist and allowed me to lean against him. We followed Ragnuk as quickly as I was able to but when searing pain tore its way through me, I nearly collapsed. The Dark Lord bent down and picked me up bridal style. He quickened his pace to catch up to the goblin king.

I am unsure what happened next. The pain was increasing exponentially, and I was unable to keep up with where we were going. I gritted my teeth refusing to make a sound, but it was even more difficult to remain quiet than it was when my blocks were being removed. This pain trounced that one.

I felt myself being placed down on a patch of grass. Grass? Was this the goblin's pocket dimension? I tried to force my eyes to look around but was blinded by a very bright light.

I began to tremble and the pain intensified. My muscles were being stretched to their limits before they were torn. Bones cracked and snapped as my body began to contort in an unfamiliar figure. I watched as each of my fingers elongated and grew long sharp claws. My jaw also elongated, and I felt my teeth grow.

The convulsions increased as my pain swiftly became more than I could handle. My bones continued to break and reform, turning me into the creature form of my inheritance. A sharp searing pain engulfed my back as I felt two very large wings erupt from between my shoulder blades.

There was a flash of brilliant, blinding light. As the light dissipated, I noticed that I was now a great deal taller than I had been. I turned my head from side to side to see that I now had brilliant, emerald, green scales. I was standing on all fours and looking down on both the Dark Lord and the goblin king.

I looked behind me and swished my impressive tail from side to side, admiring the light that reflected off of my beautiful scales. I hesitantly swished my wings stirring a strong breeze.

"Magnificent," Ragnok proclaimed proudly.

"Absolutely breathtaking," Voldemort responded with wide eyes.

"Go ahead, Lady Potter. Everything should be instinctual. Try to fly," Ragnok encouraged.

I tilted my large head as Ragnok continued to try to get me to fly. After a moment, I began to flap my wings. Fortunately, I didn't need to put too much force behind it as I began to lift off from the ground. Just as Ragnok said, it was instinctual. I flew higher above the trees to get a good look around. It appeared as if we were on a deserted island somewhere with only myself, Voldemort, and a few goblins about. There were a few structures I could make out in the distance but definitely nothing you would see in magical Britain.

I flew around for a while just to get used to my new form. I felt unbelievably powerful as a dragon. I knew that I could shoot flames that were even hotter than fiendfyre with the added bonus of having it under my complete control. My claws were deadly as were my wings when I chose for them to be.

Once I was satisfied that I could fly without any issues as well as get an idea of where we are, I swooped down and landed. I brought forth my human figure to mind and imagined transforming back. Another bright light later, and I was human again and completely clothed which I was grateful for.

"Transforming was more painful than when the healer broke the blocks on my core, but man is it ever a rush. I have always loved to fly," I said in exhaustion but with a big smile plastered on my face.

"You did well," Voldemort said. "Your dragon form is quite stunning. Your eyes are still green in your dragon form but seem to somehow glow from within. They are quite lovely."

"It's a good thing that your inheritance came when it did. You have had a magical power boost because of it," Ragnok said. "I am going to show the two of you where you will be staying. Today has been a difficult one. We will begin your lessons in the morning," he addressed me as we followed him to what would be our home for the next several years.

That day was the start of a new beginning for me. The next morning I woke up eager to learn. Marvolo, the name Voldemort has chosen to go by, was an amazing tutor. He was probably the most intelligent individual I had ever encountered. He makes Hermione look like an imbecile.

Our lessons were very in-depth. Marvolo did not want to simply glaze over any lessons. Each one was very comprehensive, and I learned a great deal from them. He made certain that I understood the material and had it memorized. My photographic memory was very helpful with that.

He was also gracious enough to help me with my dueling techniques. The man was formidable with a wand, and I wanted nothing more than to prove myself to him. So, I gave it my all and threw myself into each lesson. The day I finally beat him in a duel was one of the greatest days of my life excluding the day he told me he loved me for the first time.

A bonus to all the tutoring and training we have done was my ability to do wandless magic. Since it was a natural gift, I was able to pick it up rapidly shocking even Marvolo. The power I was able to put behind each spell, curse, and hex was impressive. What was even more impressive was the fact that I never tried using wandless magic before. We had decided that my ability to cast without a wand would be one of my secret weapons.

Just like Ragnok said, the goblins supplied books to help me learn blood adoptions, wizarding history, including the Wizengamot, and my responsibilities regarding the seats I now hold. Ragnok himself became my teacher for those particular subjects. I was surprised by how well he taught. It's a shame he couldn't be the history teacher at Hogwarts.

Midway through our five years in this dimension, Marvolo asked for my permission to court me. At first, I thought courtships were similar to their muggle counterparts, but Marvolo showed me how wrong I was.

Magical courtships are very serious in nature and are only entered into when both parties are considering bonding with each other. There are a very strict set of rules both parties must abide by, and any deviation could mean the courtship would be punished by Lady Magic herself and subsequently broken.

Neither of us wanted to lose what we had, so we followed the rules. There was no physical contact until after our sixth month of courting and only chaste kisses by then.

Marvolo was a closet romantic, something I was very pleased to discover. He often wrote the most loving poetry for me which never failed to please me. He made it a habit to give me a bouquet every week. Each bouquet was hand-picked by him since there were no floral shops where we were. He carefully chose each bloom in order to convey his feelings to me in the ancient language of flowers. He always allowed the flowers to speak for him, and they always said the same thing. He loved me and couldn't wait until we bonded.

He finally proposed on our first year anniversary. It was the sweetest most loving proposal. He actually cooked me dinner, and we had a picnic out in the meadow where I first transformed. I cried when he presented me with the Slytherin promise ring. The kiss we finally were able to share was full of passion and promise.

We both agreed to have a traditional bonding ceremony in hopes that our union would be blessed by Lady Magic. We also agreed to hold our bonding ceremony until after we removed Dumbledore from all of his positions of power. We wanted our wedding day to be a day of celebration without a dark cloud named Dumbledore ruining it for us.

Afterward, we were going to publicly execute him for his crimes, crimes that we were going to publish in every newspaper and wizarding magazine around the world along with all the evidence we have. We also agreed to deliver copies of all the evidence of his crimes to the DMLE with a note encouraging them to keep it a secret until charges could be filed because we had cause for concern that Dumbledore would try to make a run for it. He had many supporters that would not hesitate to hide him.

Of course, everything depends on the timing. The Order of the Phoenix will be decimated by the time we are done. In fact, after we publish what their members have been up to and what they even took part in, they will probably try to run and hide. I hope they do. I love to fly around, hunting my prey.

The time had finally come when we would reenter the wizarding world. Our five years were complete, and I was now twenty years old. Thankfully, I listened to Ragnok's advice and went ahead and took my international O.W.L.S and NEWT exams. Marvolo was so proud when I received my results. I got fourteen O's while setting several records in the Dark Arts and Their Defense, Runes, Battle Magic, Arthmirancy, and Potions. My NEWT scores were equally as impressive with me setting even more records. For now, we were going to keep all of my results a secret until it was time for me to leave the school. We both knew Dumbledore would do anything possible to keep me under his thumb.

Our plan was for us to head back to Slytherin Keep where I would go through the motions of getting ready to head back to Hogwarts. Since we didn't want to give away any physical or magical changes in me, I carefully constructed a glamour that made me look weak and small, exactly the way Dumbledore expected me to be. I would also be glamouring all of my ladyship rings. Dumbledore had to believe that I was still under his control.

The goblins have been an immeasurable help. Not only did they provide the pocket dimension for us to use, but they have maintained our estates and the business involved in running them while we were otherwise occupied. They even went so far as to purchase the items from my school list this year.

Ragnok informed us that Griphook had sent a Gringotts official letter to Dumb-as-fuck, Weasley, and Granger regarding the theft from my trust vault the day after we entered the pocket dimension. He anticipates that they will all deny any such doings and will probably throw a tremendous fit when they arrive at the bank. I was promised I could watch Griphook's memory in a Pensieve after it happens. I look forward to it.

The plan was that I would ride the Hogwarts Express and give everyone the idea that I was in deep depression. Meanwhile, the goblins would begin to distribute copies of Dumbledore's misdeeds and the evidence to back up those claims to every wizarding newspaper and magazine. New information would be released to the public every day beginning first thing Monday morning.

Me being at the school did put me in danger, but I was confident that I can handle it. The Dark Lord personally trained me, and in his words, I was "the best student" he ever had. Besides, the plan was for me to be there for only a week at most.

We anticipated the head-arse-hole and his two sycophants to approach me sometime after the opening feast, probably the very next morning. We were certain that they would attempt something. I wouldn't put it past them to try to cast a compulsion web on me to make me more obedient. Luckily for me, I am a natural at the mind arts and my shields were impenetrable by anyone. Even the Dark Lord couldn't get past them, and he is a great deal more powerful than Dumb-as fuck.

By the time I boarded the Hogwarts Express I was already feeling anxious. Both Granger and Weasley tried to hunt me down, but I had locked myself away in one of the back compartments. I locked the door and cast a Colloportus spell so I wouldn't be bothered by anyone. I chose that time to meditate and center myself in order to be prepared for dealing with the headmaster.

The opening feast was the same as usual. Dumbarse gave his yearly speech about the dangers in the dark forest and whatnot. I decided to tune him out. There's only so much of his voice I can take.

Once we were all dismissed to head on out to our rooms, I practically ran out of the great hall. I quickly slipped behind one of the statues that hid the door to a secret passage that led up to the Gryffindor dorms. Once I exited, I noticed that I was the first one to arrive at the tower.

I made my way up to the fifth-year girl's dorm. I climbed up onto my bed and closed the drapes, casting silencing and locking spells so that no one could bother me. Honestly, I really cannot stomach dealing with Granger at the moment, so I was going to do what I needed to do to avoid hearing her play her games.

I reached into my expandable book bag and pulled out the journal Marvolo gifted to me earlier this morning. He had its twin and had cast a Protean Charm on both which allows us to communicate back and forth. He had cast multiple privacy spells on mine as well so that if anyone were to attempt to read it, it would only show blank pages.

I quietly spoke the password and the journal popped open to the very first blank page. I managed to not kill Weasley and the know-it-all. I locked myself in the last compartment on the train. Of course, those two imbeciles were barging into everyone else's compartment demanding they tell them where I was.

I think you were right. Dumbledore is not going to want to wait to call me to his office. I am expecting a note from him at breakfast. I will keep you posted on what occurs.

I closed the journal and placed it back in my bag. I decided to get some sleep and hopefully wake up early in the morning. My plan was to be down in the great hall by the time Granger woke up.

I managed to get a few hours of restful sleep which I was happy about. I felt refreshed and prepared to face whatever happens. I was also ready for the inevitable summons.

I hopped out of my bed and rummaged in my trunk to grab my toiletries and uniform. I quickly cast the spell to lock it and made my way to the bathroom. I took a very quick shower and dried my hair and then plaited it to keep it out of the way. I donned my uniform and made my way back into the dorm room.

I glance over at Granger and saw that she was still deeply asleep. I unlocked my trunk again and put my toiletries away while grabbing my books that I had shrunk to put into my trunk. I cast the locking spells again, grabbed my backpack, and placed everything I would need for my classes inside. I slipped on my school robes and headed on out of the tower.

I practically skipped my way down to the great hall where only a few teachers and a couple of Ravenclaws were already seated. I quickly schooled my expression to make myself look forlorn as I walked over to the Gryffindor table and sat down. Now all I had to do was wait.

Today was the day that the very first article about Dumbledore's misdeeds would be printed. There was going to be so much chaos, that it was exciting. I imagine that owls were going to fly in by the hundreds.

I cast a quick Tempus and noticed that it was nearing the time when Granger would begin making her way down to the great hall. I was eager for the owls to arrive and to see Weasley and Granger's reactions. It was the headmaster's reaction, however, that I was really living for not to mention the reactions from all the students.

The great hall began to fill up more quickly now and breakfast was officially underway. A vast variety of food appeared on all of the tables, and the aromas were mouthwatering. I helped myself to a cup of fruit salad and an English muffin. I tried to eat healthy all the time now since learning that my malnourishment had been so bad. I never wanted to be in that position ever again.

Dumbarse chose that moment to make his grand entrance. He always enters like he's royalty wearing the most hideous colours and loves to look down on us peons. He flounced down to his throne and sat down with a smug grin. I can't wait to wipe that smirk off of his ugly withered, old, face.

The wait seemed to be forever but it was actually only a few minutes before the owls came flying in. The sound of hundreds of wings flapping echoed throughout the great hall. It was unbelievably loud.

I hid my smile as I watched the Daily Prophet being dropped off to all the students and staff. I made it look like I was too busy eating my breakfast to care what was going on around me. In actuality, I was paying very close attention to the head table and most especially to Dumbledore.

Students and staff alike began to cry in outrage. There were accusations being thrown around while others demanded that Dumbledore explain himself. A select few, namely Weasley and Granger, were claiming that the Prophet was lying and that the headmaster was innocent of any crimes.

I picked up my copy and opened it to the front page. There, plastered in the center of the page was a picture of Dumbledore wearing his most garish robes standing around, and acting like he was British royalty. The caption read:

The Secret Life and Lies of Albus Dumbledore.

So Much for Being a Light Wizard

We have all heard the stories of Dumbledore's defeat of the Dark Wizard Grindewald. It was that defeat that managed to launch Albus Dumbledore into his positions in both the Wizengamot and the ICW and cemented his political career. But have we been told the truth about Dumbledore's relationship with Grindelwald?

It has been brought to this reporter's attention that Dumbledore and Grindelwald were not enemies as the headmaster would have us believe. In fact, their relationship was never one of enemies

The two met many, many years ago when Gellert Grindelwald moved in with his aunt, Bathilda Bagshot, in the quaint little village of Godric's Hollow. The two hit it off immediately and were always seen in each other's company. They were the very best of friends almost from the start.

Both boys were ridiculously powerful and had the same goals. They both shared the desire to rule. They both wanted to subjugate magicals and muggles alike. For you see, they believed that no one was as powerful as they were and that everyone should just fall in line.

You will recall that quote that Dumbledore loves to go around repeating: "For the greater good." That very quote did not originate with Albus Dumbledore. No, it did not. That quote was all Grindelwald's.

It's not at all surprising that Dumbledore would get into the habit of repeating that phrase. After all, when he and Grindelwald took their relationship to the next level, it was only a matter of time before Dumbledore would begin repeating his lover's favorite phrase.

Yes, you read that correctly, dear readers. Albus Dumbledore and Gellert Grindelwald were lovers.

I stopped reading and looked around me. Everyone was in shock and looking at Dumbledore for some type of response. Dumbledore's face was bright red and his hands shook greatly as he read the paper. That's when the yelling began.

"You and Grindelwald were lovers," shouted one boy from the Ravenclaw table.

"You keep using Grindelwald's phrase. I heard you say it yesterday. So that must mean you are a dark wizard," came another response from the Hufflepuffs.

"You want everyone to bow down to you?" someone else asked hysterically.

The yelling continued until the headmaster couldn't take it anymore and fled out the back door behind the head table. The teachers all just sat there reading the paper and not really caring about all of the yelling going on. Each one of the teachers looked absolutely horrified.

"Anyone else thinks that him fleeing instead of answering the questions is an admission of guilt?" another Ravenclaw commented.

I tried not to laugh at that question. It was just so obvious that Dumbledore was guilty. I was happy to see that the students were picking up on it so quickly.

"Everyone, keep reading. It gets worse. There's even evidence to all the claims," the same Ravenclaw added.

I sat back and watched the chaos around me. I didn't need to continue to read the article. I know what it says, and I have seen the evidence first-hand.

"That is enough!" Granger screamed as she stood up from the table. "How dare you say such heinous things about the headmaster. He is the leader of the light and deserves our respect."

"Keep your trap shut, Granger. Don't go around thinking that we haven't noticed how you are literally camping out at the headmaster's arse," a fellow Gryffindor replied.

"Yea, it makes me wonder what you did to earn all those good grades," mentioned a very spiteful Slytherin.

"Don't you dare talk to Hermione like that," Ron yelled in response.

"You can shut it too, Weasley. You're always right there with her. It's really creepy too," a Hufflepuff sneered as others from around the great hall called out in agreement.

I put my head down trying to hide my laugh. It never dawned on me that anyone else would have noticed how creepy Granger's and Weasley's relationship with Dumbledore was. It could definitely work in my favor.

The arguing and yelling continued for another twenty minutes or so. The look of devastation on most of the teacher's faces brought me much glee. This was only the first article, and it was already having a great impact.

"Dumbledore murdered his own sister!" Professor McGonagall cried out in shock as she jumped up from her seat. The movement knocked her seat backward causing it to fall with a loud thud.

The volume in the great hall continued to rise and nearly became deafening. Everywhere I looked, students and teachers alike were angrily yelling while others looked sickened by the news. Some were even crying since learning their so-called hero was so evil.

I watched as Snape looked around at all the chaos in front of him. Eventually, his eyes landed on me. His lips curled in a sneer as he looked at me with disgust. I jauntily waved at him, not at all bothered by his misplaced hatred. He would be dealt with.

Marvolo would be dealing with his followers this evening, letting them know of our plans. Snape's loyalty would be called into question. If Marvolo continued to have doubts, Snape would meet a very painful end. In the meantime, I just enjoyed the scene before me.

Finally, Professor Flitwick climbed up onto the teacher's table and cast a sonorous, ordering everyone to return to their common rooms. Classes were dismissed for the day. Normally, such a declaration would have the students cheering loudly. However, in light of the recent revelations, the entire student body was much more subdued as they made their way out of the great hall and back to their common rooms.

I thought I was going to be able to make a quick getaway but was stopped when Fawkes flamed directly in front of me and dropped a note into my hand. "Hello, Fawkes, I'm sorry he's making you act like an owl," I greeted him quietly. Fawkes landed on my shoulder and nuzzled my cheek affectionately. "Soon you shall be free. Just hold on a little longer," I said giving him a soft pat on his head. He looked at me sadly but nodded his head. After gently crooning again, he flew off. I rolled my eyes that such a majestic bird was being forced to act as Dumbledore's owl. I opened the note and the message said for me to go to the headmaster's office immediately.

I braced myself for what I was sure was going to be a meeting where the headmaster cries about his innocence and claims that nothing in the article is true. I was also certain that he was going to try to pull something. It didn't escape my notice that both Granger and Weasley were missing as usual.

I trudged up to the headmaster's office and spoke the customary password which was always candy related. I swear, for someone who likes to brag about their intelligence, he sure is clueless when it comes to personal security. Anyone who has ever met him could easily figure out his password.

I knocked twice and opened the door slowly once I heard him tell me to enter. Sure enough, Weasley and Granger were sitting directly in front of Dumbledore's desk. As usual, Granger was acting smug. The slag really thinks she's superior to everyone.

"You wished to see me, headmaster," I said while pasting on my fake smile.

"Yes, yes, come in and sit down, my girl," he simpered while gesturing to the empty seat next to Granger. "I wanted to speak to you about those heinous lies the Daily Prophet article was spewing. It would seem that the dark is trying to weaken the light's position by casting disparaging accusations about me. We cannot allow them to get away with this."

"It's truly disgusting how that newspaper gets away with telling lies," Granger said in a fit. The fool really needs to work on her acting skills.

I knew where this was going and felt I would have to nudge it along. "But, sir, the article posted evidence to back up their claims. How are you going to refute it?"

"Oh, to Merlin with this," he yelled losing all composure. He raised his wand at me, and I felt him try to cast a compulsion web. I immediately put a blank look on my face feigning that the spell worked.

"Sir, is it wise to put the plan into motion now?" Granger asked.

"Yea, we thought you wanted to wait a little bit," Weasley added.

"Are the two of you questioning me?" Dumbledore growled out. From the corner of my eye, I could see them shaking their heads furiously in denial. "Don't forget where your money is coming from. We need to regain control of the Potter vaults. War is expensive as are books and Quidditch supplies," he yelled while pointing his crooked finger at his two accomplices.

"Sir, are you still going to go through with the marriage contract between me and Potter?" Weasley asked meekly. It took all of my considerable inner strength to not gag when he said that. I wouldn't marry Weasley if he was the last male on the planet. I find him to be repulsive.

"Of course, I am, dear boy. Once you marry Mira, we can eliminate her and you will have gained access to the entire Potter fortune. I hope you still wish to help your parents, Mr. Weasley," Dumbledore asked really laying it on thick.

"Oh, yeah, sure I do," said Ron sounding a little unsure. The greedy twat probably couldn't care less about his parents as long as he gets his money-grubbing hands on my fortune.

"Now, quiet both of you," the headmaster ordered. Turning to me, he said, "Mira Potter, you will do as I say. You will submit to me. You will give me full access to your vaults. You will marry Ronald Weasley," he finished while waving his wand.

I blinked multiple times to convince them that the compulsion web worked. "Is there anything else you need, headmaster?" I asked trying to sound submissive.

"That will be all, my dear girl. You may go," he said while waving me off.

I walked out of the office at an average pace, but the moment I closed the door, I took off. I ran all the way up to Gryffindor tower. Once I entered the common room, I saw that it was filled. Every one of the Gryffindor students was discussing this morning's Daily Prophet article. I shot a smirk at Fred and George as they sent me a wave before returning to their discussion.

I made my way up to the fifth-year girl's dorm and hopped onto my bed. I closed the curtains and cast a silencing spell and a locking spell to ensure that no one could bother me.

I pulled out my diary and discovered that Marvolo had replied to my message. After saying the password, I quickly opened it to see what he wrote.

Hello My Beloved,

I'm glad you were able to refrain from killing Weasley and Granger. I know what a sacrifice it is for you to play nicely with them. You will not be having to deal with them much longer. Soon, all our plans will come to fruition.

Stay vigilant. Now that the first article has been released, the old man is going to become even more dangerous.

Be safe.

I picked up my quill and began to write. The article had the desired impact on the student body. All are demanding answers to which Dumbledore chose to run away instead of answering. Classes were canceled for today. Unfortunately, I was called to his office. Granger and Weasley were there. He cast a compulsion web on me, and I put my acting skills to use. He fell for it since he didn't obliviate me after hearing them talking about getting their greedy hands on my vaults. Interesting to note that Dumbledore made a marriage contract for me. He wants me to marry Ron. I fought really hard not to gag when he said that.

You may want to move the deadline forward. I need to contact Griphook and inquire about the marriage contract. I will be sending you my memory from this morning.

I closed the journal and placed it back inside my trunk which I had cast multiple spells on. I know for a fact that Granger has tried to break into my trunk on several occasions. I hope she tries it again. I put a curse on it that will cause any thieves to be covered head to toe in painful boils that will cover every inch of their body. Those boils will last until the thief learns their lesson. Unfortunately for them, those boils will also cause permanent scarring which cannot be healed.

I then grabbed a vial and removed the memory from this morning and gently placed it inside. I was certain that Marvolo was going to enjoy the scene that the article created. He does enjoy chaos even more than I do.

"Kreacher," I called out to the Black's house elf.

A moment late, he popped into the dorm room. "What can Kreacher do for Lady Black?" he asked while bowing to me. After meeting Kreacher in the goblin's dimension, he became very attached to me and is a wonderful elf. I still don't understand why Sirius never liked him.

"Hello, Kreacher. I have missed you. I need you to take this memory and give it to the Dark Lord," I said.

He took the vial and bowed again. "Kreacher be doing that for the wonderful Lady Black."

After he left, I laid back on my bed. I was formulating plan after plan trying to cover all possibilities. I really think we will have to move up the release of the articles. We need to maximize the impact of the wizarding world by learning of Dumbledore's multitude of misdeeds.

I tried to avoid the two backstabbers all day. I really hated the idea that I have to act like I'm in love with Ron Weasley of all people. It made me feel dirty. Why would I want the freckled face freak when I'm going to be bonded to an incredibly sexy wizard?

At dinner time, I made my way out of the tower to head to the Great Hall. One of the first things I noticed was that all the students were behaving strangely. There was a lot of whispering and mentions of the article. Most of the school population looked like they were in shock. I'm sure that learning that the self-proclaimed light lord was anything but light was a shock to their systems.

I sat down at the end of the Gryffindor table when Draco Malfoy, the pompous tosser, tried to rile me up.

"Aw… Look at Mira Potter. Her hero is nothing more than a fake. That must really hurt, huh, Potter?" he joked while his two goons laughed with him. I looked up and stared at him.

"Do me a favor, Malfoy. Ask daddy what he thinks I'm feeling," I whispered in challenge.

He sneered at me and walked away. I couldn't wait to see Draco's expression when he realizes that I am getting bonded to the Dark Lord. His daddy isn't going to be able to help him.

"Mira," Fred and George called out. They both took a seat directly across from me and were grinning. "Where were you this afternoon? You missed the drama," they said in unison.

"I was up in the dorm. Certain people were getting on my nerves, but you didn't hear that from me," I warned them with a look. "So what could I have possibly missed after this morning's drama?"

"What you missed, dearest Mira," Fred began.

"Was Dumbledore receiving thousands of howlers," George finished.

"Really? I wish I was here to see or hear it," I replied with a wicked grin.

"Dumbledore ran out the back door again," George said as he got up to mimic Dumbledore's run. He even went so far as to mimick Dumbledore's robe clutching it tightly to him. It was a very humorous visual. "He threw a wobbly of epic proportions."

"Yeah, and the howlers just followed him. Some even stuck to the door after he slammed it," said Fred with a chuckle while watching his twin's antics.

"It would seem that someone has gotten a lot of dirt on the headmaster and is using it to remove him from his position of power," George said looking directly into my eyes.

Damn! I forgot how intuitive the twins are. I should have remembered that important tidbit. "It does seem that way." I agreed nonchalantly.

"The thing that solidifies the claims is the enormous about of evidence that backs them up. If I were the headmaster, I would go into hiding," Fred said with a shake of his head.

"He won't hide," I pointed out. "His reputation is everything to him. He will probably make a statement or even give an interview claiming his innocence."

They looked at one another for a few moments and then nodded, conceding to my point. "You are right," they spoke in unison.

For the remainder of dinner, I sat with the twins as we spoke about Quidditch tryouts and argued over who we thought would make a better keeper. Luckily, Ron left us alone. I didn't feel like pretending I liked Ron. The thought is entirely abhorrent to me.

When I finally made it back to the girl's dorm, I quickly changed and crawled into my bed after grabbing my journal from my trunk. There was a slight glow around the edges which indicated that there was a new message from Marvolo.

My Beloved,

I cannot stress to you how disturbed I am to hear of the old man's plans for you. He is no light wizard, and we shall expose him for the fraud he truly is. We shall tear him down from his place of importance in the British wizarding world. By the time we are through, he and his name will become a piece of forgotten history.

I will strive to push the schedule ahead as much as I am able to. I do not wish for you to be in Dumbledore's presence or anywhere near that Weasley brat for longer than is necessary.

Be prepared. Tomorrow morning's Prophet will contain a lot of information. The old man may try something. Stay vigilant.

Please take care of my heart for you carry it with you.

As predicted, the next morning's Prophet was much larger than usual. The article about Dumbledore took up most of the paper. Students and teachers were again horrified to learn more about the headmaster's corruption.

This particular article shared the cold hard truth of Dumbledore's duplicitous actions in his role as the Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot. His voting record was displayed and it contradicted every claim he has ever made about creature rights, muggle-borns, muggles, and so forth.

Interestingly enough, the paper compared the voting records of the dark sect in the Wizengamot to Dumbledore's voting history, and it became quite clear that the dark was actually trying to protect magic, creature rights, and muggle-borns. Dumbledore's lies claiming that the dark sect was evil were all proven to be false.

The article also touched on his attempt at line theft and provided pictures of the falsified documents the old man procured when he initially went to Gringotts to take money out of my vaults. Almost as a whole, the entire hall turned to look at me with pity.

Once again, students questioned Dumbledore's position of power. Many cried out how unjust he was and should not be able to be the headmaster much less the chief warlock. They all agreed that he had abused his power and was too prejudiced for those positions.

The following few days were much the same. Each morning the entire great hall eagerly awaited for the Daily Prophet to arrive. The teachers and students devoured the pages ravenously and every one of them finished feeling more unsettled.

Dumbledore took to hiding out in his office and hoards of howlers made their way to Hogwarts. The near deafening screaming from the howlers was painful to hear but I still found amusement in it. Dumbledore knew he was in trouble and was scrambling to save face.

One particular article included a list of individuals that were murdered by the headmaster himself for a multitude of reasons. Some of those reasons included line theft to petty differences of opinion that others had. Apparently, the headmaster has intentionally killed several dozen people just because they refused to 'fall in line' as he stated.

That particular article also contained a list of people in the Wizengamot as well as the ICW that he had dosed with either liquid imperious or had cast compulsions on. All of the evidence listed were copies made from Dumbledore's own journals where he had written out all of his crimes in great detail.

Everything the students and teachers thought they knew was turned upside down. The headmaster they thought they knew ended up being a fraud. The more they learned, the more they began to question everything they had been taught either at home or at Hogwarts.

The ministry was also receiving hoards of howlers with the majority of them going to Fudge. According to the prophet, the DMLE had begun investigations into both Dumbledore and Fudge. The Prophet implicated Fudge in a scheme of Dumbledore's to become the chief of the Wizengamot.

The frosting on the cake was the article about how Dumbledore had me kidnapped from my legal guardian after my parents were killed and placed me in the home of magic-hating muggles. The details of my abuse as well as a copy of the goblin healer's report were plastered all over the Daily Prophet. Merlin, did that ever cause a riot. The dark sect was furious to learn that a magical child had been horribly abused especially when it was leaked that my parent's wills explicitly stated I was not to go to them.

Later that evening, I was informed by Marvolo through our shared journal that I was to pack up and leave immediately. I was to make my way down into the Chamber of Secrets which was outside of Hogwarts wards and then disapparate directly to Slytherin Manor. The time had come.

The foundation for a much-needed uprising had been set. People wanted change, and they wanted those who were corrupted out of power. The wizarding world of Britain was sick of being stagnant, and a certain dark lord was ready to take over.