Ok, it's taking me too long to upload the entire chapter, so I'll upload the part I don't have any issues with Ie the first 2000 words or so. I will be marking this as chapter 91.5 as it's not the complete chapter and also to make sure everyone get's the chance to read it. I will be adding much more to it later. Will change the chapter name later.

Edit1: Added a round 800 more words to the chapter, I figured I am more likely to upload it faster this way, still not the full chapter.

Edit2: I think ill finish the chapter here, added 500 or so more words.

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Dumbledore let out a sigh the moment Rodrick and his friends completely disappeared, his eyes set on the desk in front of him. His mind tried and failed to process the memory in it's entirety... How had Lenora managed to hide such a memory from him? For that matter, how had she managed to hide so much. The fact the woman could look into the future easily enough to predict his questions... Enough to know that she was destined to die no matter what... Lest she risked her son's life...

Grindelwalds it seemed were utterly incapable of doing things by half. And as his phoenix seemingly gave his own agreements regarding the thought, another sprung up in the headmaster's.

"Can you see the same?" Albus questioned one of his oldest friends.

The silence that followed stretched on endlessly though, oddly enough, neither creature nor man seemed at all uncomfortable, if anything they were both at ease. For completely different reasons.

"I suppose that put's more things into perspective," Albus chuckled lightly, though the smile on his face was sadder then he'd intended... "Did Lenora ask you to give me that memory?"

Dumbledore's lips twitched upwards the slightest when the silence simply dragged on. "Did she ask you to deny it too?"

It would certainly say a lot if Fawkes could see the future or atleast parts of it, considering he never spoke a word regarding Tom.

Dumbledore turned his attention back to his bird, amusement increasing at the look on his bird's face. It was slight, however, for a moment Fawkes seemed to panic.

"Ah, I see, she could see further then you, or perhaps use it more often..." Albus mused, a small smile on his face. From what he could feel from his bond with the creature, it felt like it wouldn't take much more before he'd receive an answer. He idly wondered if perhaps Lenora could have looked this far... Or further for that matter. He certainly knew that if she could, she would've found out as much as she could about her own son.

Though it looked like she couldn't really help keep her plans secret. As the thought went through his head, Fawkes opened his beak, about to si-

"Jelly Springs!"

Albus Dumbledore did not twitch as his head reflexively turned, Alastor's voice reverberating through the office, worry quickly building up in his gut, Alastor would never brazenly enter his office in such a manner... Not unless it was important... Frankly anything that constituted such a thing from his friend was dangerous at best. When he turned back, he wasn't surprised to see a birdless cage.

The old man let out a sigh as he allowed his Defence professor through... It was going to be difficult trying to find Fawkes once he's made the decision to hide. The only way he could really think off involved a vow. For whatever reason, the woman had wanted it kept hidden... Perhaps until a later date.

"Albus!" Mad-eye barked as he swept into the room.

"Alastor?" Dumbledore questioned, somewhat apprehensively, the man's eye seemed to be roving around maniacally looking for something.

"Where are they?" He demanded, "There were three brats?" Moody's magical eye momentarily wirling around faster then before eliciting a wince from the Defense professor. "Here a moment ago, I didn't see anyone leave. Couldn't have floo'd... All of em' disappeared at once," He continued. When the man's eye seemed to finish it's scan of the room, Moody's frown deepened. "Nothing. Explain." He demanded as he used a few non-verbal scanners on the room.

"A few student's wished to visit me," Dumbledore answered calmly, the tension disappearing as he figured that had been the reason for the sudden interruption. Random Apparation was certainly a good enough reason and had he not known the cause he might've been worried... Not to say he wasn't but... Dumbledore frowned.

Even now... After four years... He still had a hard time accepting Rodrick's... Choices in, well, everything... And once again, Dumbledore considered the fact that had loomed over him ever since Tom Riddle joined the castle. Even after all this time, he still couldn't understand how Salazar Slytherin's house functioned...

After all the things he'd lived through... It was difficult to accept the fact his prej-

"And? Where are these kids? I want to know how they're popping in and out of your office at their- It's that Grace brat isn't it?"

Dumbledore quickly cleared his thoughts, his attention quickly brought back to the professor in front of him, "I have a rather pressing issue at the moment involving Mr. Gri-"

He'd started off, likely about to admit something he'd probably regret, before the ex-auror narrowed his eyes the slightest bit at the upcoming dismissal.

"You remember that job you gave me a year ago?" Moody quickly questioned over what the headmaster had been about to say.

Dumbledore's expression quickly straightened, his body moving on it's own as he stood. "You've found it?"

Moody's scarred face showed no reaction, a simple grunt escaping his lips. Had Barty Crouch been more careful, he would've questioned the location they'dcaught him in. "You going to tell me what the big deal with this graveyard is or not?" He questioned gruffly.

"Perhaps later, I believe you have a less-"

"I told Snape to handle it," Moody's remarked distastefully.

"Severus?" Dumbledore questioned somewhat surprised.

"It was either him or Lockhart... As much as I might not like the ba-" Moody's face slowly turning worse for wear as he spoke on regarding the potential traitor. Still he was better then the other one... Every time he stared at that Ancient Runes professor... Old memories rose, memories of the war against Voldemort. Why... He hadn't a clue. But he hadn't survived this long without been cautious.

"Alastor. Severus is a loya-" Dumbledore quickly spoke over the man, a frown on his face.

"Right," Moody remarked, exasperated at the headache forming. He quickly reached into a robe pocket, taking out a small vial.

Dumbledore watched on, a mild frown on his face, as Moody downed said vial. A grim expression on his own face.

"Far as I see it, I am the one who knows the location. I want to know what those two lunatics were doing there," The veteran wizard stated, his eye however visibly narrowed the slightest. "And how you knew to look there,"

Though he hadn't really expected the headmaster to react all that much, the passive response was none the less somewhat surprising.

"Very well, but first, perhaps we should go see if Mrs Les-"

"She's a mass murderer who put Alice and Frank Longbottom into a coma." Moody interrupted, a serious expression on his face.

Albus stared at his friend, "Where is this place exactly?" He questioned, a tired look on his face.

...

Rodrick and his two victi- Best friend and girlfriend showed up into the empty hallway outside their upcoming lesson. He was honestly starting to worry... One of these days the wrong words might slip out and he doubted even magic would be able to fix it. On that note... He should probably set up a silencing charm...

"You know... For a second? I really thought we'd be in another country." Tracey chuckled as she leaned against the wall, clear relief shown on her face. As much as she wanted to play with the mini dragon on one of her closest friend's head, letting her guard down around Professor Moody was simply asking for trouble.

"I really hope you were joking about visiting Numengard Castle..." Daphne remarked, her gaze focused on the, frankly adorable, dragon on her boyfriends head though she'd never admit it. Honestly he had enough motivation to act reckless, no need to throw more fuel into the fire.

"Well, a Grindelwald has to start somewhe-" Rodrick grinned

"No." Daphne deadpanned, cutting him off.

Rodrick rolled his eyes , "You reckon-" His words quickly stopped short. The miniature dragon surrounded by his hair tilting it's head the slightest at the sight of the Potions professor.

"Mr Grindelwald? Rather early aren't you?" Severus Snape drawled as he walked down the hallway, his gaze set on the classroom in front of him.

Tracey quickly straightened herself up. Her attention on said professor as he walked past them, a wide-eyed look on her face. When... When was Potions homework due again!? Has Rodrick done it... Stupid question. Of course he's done it... The girl idly wondering if she could copy said homework without drawing any attention...

Daphne blinked, somewhat bemused at her head of houses presence. "This is the Defence classroom right?" She whispered, leaning towards Rodrick to make it easier to hear.

Rodrick shrugged and simply went in after one of his favourite professors, Daphne twitched at his response before slowly doing the same.

If Snape was covering it then it simply meant all of Rodrick's issues with the class disappeared. And if it wasn't the right classroom then he could simply blame his new pet dragon. Not a sentence he ever thought would make sense and yet here he was.

"You know... One of these days someone's going to overhear your name..." Tracey muttered as she followed her two friends.

"If they do then silencing charms clearly don't work as intended."

"And? When does magic?" Daphne deadpanned again.

"That's... Somewhat worrying to think about." Rodrick chuckled uneasily as he took a seat near the front.

Snape raised his head the slightest having taken his own, his gaze landing on the dragon resting in Rodrick's hair, briefly raising a single eyebrow at the sight before turning his attention back to the stack of parchment in front of him. "I don't believe pets are allowed in the Tournament, do try to at the very least follow that rule Mr. Grace. For that matter I don't believe Dragon's are allowed as pets in the first place... No matter their size." Not that it was his own problem, honestly he wouldn't even be surprised if Grindelwald had managed to convince the headmaster to let him keep it...

The sudden change in his name alerted Rodrick and the others to the students suddenly entering the classroom.

"3... 2... 1..." Rodrick counted down, an amused grin on his face. Daphne briefly turning towards him bemused before having to hold back a laugh at the sight of the three Gryffindors.

"Oh crap..."

"Language, Mr. Potter. That'll be 5 points from Gryffindor."

Oddly enough, Harry expected to lose more.

"Pfft, like points even matter anymore..." Ron snorted, his eyes briefly glazing over when they landed on his cousin. The look lasted a moment before Ron shook his head, in an attempt to clear up whatever that had been...

"That will be another 10." Snape added on, his eyes narrowing further.

And the world once again made sense for the Boy-Who-Lived. Evidently this was Snape's attempt at been nice to him.

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"So... Is everyone just ignoring the fact there's a dragon on Rodrick's head or what?" Dean whispered to Harry Potter.

"10 points for talking out loud without permission Mr Thomas." Snape responded without missing a beat before turning his gaze up to the latest group of students coming in.

Naturally, no points were taken away.

"Where the hell did you get a dragon!?" Blaise questioned as soon as he entered the room, missing the fact there was a new professor for the day or for that matter he hadn't even noticed that there was a professor in the first place, utterly shocked at the sight.

"Take a seat Zabini. The lesson is about to start." Snape remarked, his eyes once again narrowed the slightest.

"Of course they don't lose any points..." Ron muttered agitated.

"I was under the impression points didn't matter any more, Mr. Weasley. On that note, 10 more points will be taken for disrupting this lesson further."

Hermione, somehow having found her seat in between Harry and Ron, likely Harry's idea given she'd almost been late, simply sighed as she opened up her book. It looked like Professor Snape was going to be covering the lesson, something she certainly wasn't surprised about given how under the weather Professor Moody had seemed in the past couple of days. She silently hoped Gryffindor wouldn't lose too many points for it... The fact they'd already lost 35 without the lesson having even properly started certainly didn't help matters.

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"Is anyone going to tell me where he got that dragon?" Blaise questioned, calmly, as soon as they'd left the classroom, his hands inches from poking said dragon.

"How did Gryffindor only lose 40 points..."

"How did you get back here so quickly?"

Rodrick sighed as he put a silencing charm over himself. Earning a slap to the back of his head from Daphne.

He promptly included her too.

"He made it," Tracey answered Blaise.

"How!?" He questioned further. 'Made it? I thought he found it or something... That makes even less sense... How does one make a dragon... Seriously how is everyone okay with this!? HE MADE A DRAGON!'

There were limits.

Blaise might've just found his.

He turned the moment he heard Tracey speak up.

"Transfiguration... And Potions?" Tracey answered with a shrug.

"Are they following us?" Nott questioned, staring back at the other half of their class, currently a few metres behind.

"You can't blame them." Tracey chuckled as she walked along.

"How does- What?" Blaise's shoulders seem to deflate, his voice lowering to a whisper. A lost look in his eyes.

Tracey had been worried about Blaise's seeming breakdown... Until the dragon had decided to jump onto her head anyway.

"Let's go to the dungeons, they can't follow us there." Draco stated uncaring.

"Potters with 'em," Nott snorted.

...

"You know, if you wanted peace and quiet, this is the last place-" Daphne blinked as she stared inside the great hall.

"Hmm?" Rodrick looked up as soon as Daphne stopped talking. He was fairly certain he hadn't taken her out of the silencing charm... He raised an eyebrow when he found out why she'd gone quiet. There was a large crowd that had formed around one of the Ravenclaws... Looking closer, he realised it was the same one he'd given one of his Phoenix feathers to...

"Rodrick, get rid of the silencing charm," Daphne pulled one of his sleeves.

"Oh, right." He stated absentmindedly, his eyes set on what looked like a floating piece of cloth? It was lazily flowing around the seventh year, said Ravenclaw currently engrossed in one of his books. Utterly ignorant to the crowd around him. With what looked a pair of muggle... Haven't seen those in a while... Headphones... Rodrick frowned, he was fairly certain muggle items didn't function properly inside of Hogwarts... How on earth had he managed it... 'For that matter who exactly is he?' He'd offered him the feather for his help in the previous year... He hadn't really known all that much about him before then. He turned his attention back to the floating 'invention' constantly changing shape, size and location with ease as it moved to each and every spell cast towards the Ravenclaw...

Sure, the students 'attacking' him were only using textbook charms but the surprise didn't come from there... It was the way it moved about... Almost like his feather... But it shouldn't have been possible for him to recreate it, not without the essence on hand. And considering the sheer lack of runes on it, it simply had to be something else... Whatever those few runes were written in, it wasn't Phoenix Essence... Well, not on it's own at any rate.

"Why is everyone trying to attack him!?" Tracey questioned alarmed. Almost everyone surrounding the seventh year had their wands pointed at him!

"Why are the profes-"

Rodrick quickly put himself and Daphne back under the silencing charm. When she raised her hand, he quickly moved a space back.

Why she tried to slap him that time- And she just removed the dragon on top of her head...

He shook his head as he turned back, as the magical blanket, he was now calling it a magical blanket, practically danced around the student, taking and nullifying spells like they were nothing.

He idly wondered what would happen if-

"Don't even think about using Fiendfyre,"

Rodrick turned towards her, grinned and took the dragon out of her hands.

"I was thinking dragon-fire, but that'll probably have a better result all things considered," He smiled, one hand holding the rather tired dragon while the other was on his chin.

"You're going to get kicked out at some point," Daphne deadpanned.

"Wouldn't be a Grindelwald if I had a full education now would I?" He replied without missing a beat.

"That's not how it works at all!" Daphne twitched. When she turned towards the others she was surprised to find all of them, even the Gryffindors that had been, up until that point, following them, inside the hall. "Were under a Disillusionment charm aren't we?"

"Whatever gave you that idea?" Rodrick questioned innocently as he walked in.

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Dumbledore turned around, taking in his surroundings. He could almost hear Mad-eye's magical eye roving around as if it were trying to find a snitch in the air. When his eyes landed on the nearest grave, he slowly made his way towards it. Tom needed the bone of his own father in order to come back, a thought that sent revoltion coursing though him. The very idea that he would resort to such a thing. He idly wondered what would've happened had the man still been alive... How far Tom would've gone... He shook his head, as he moved on towards another grave.

"'f it's that Riddle you're looking for, he's set under that oversized statue over there!" Moody pointed one finger towards the indicated grave, his other hand firmly clasping his staff. His gaze focused on his surroundings.

Dumbledore nodded, he turned about to walk towards the resting plae of Tom Riddle's father before a flash from his companion quickly took his attention.

Mad-eye's staff glistened as he let loose the red coloured curse. "Come out!" He growled, Dumbledore already beside him, a wand in his hands.

When nothing happened, Dumbledore turned his gaze towards the side, his hand almost raised before they heard it.

Laughter, an almost spine-chilling sound, suddenly reverberated through the graveyard. Out from behind one of the smaller statues of the reaper walked Bellatrix Lestrange, a lackadaisical smile on her face with a dark glint in her eyes.

"Hello," the crazed witch gave a formal bow, her laughter escaping with every other word. "What can I help you with gentlemen with?" She rose back up, flourishing her hands as she questioned them.

"Bella-" Whatever the headmaster had been about to say disappeared as Moody let loose another curse. Dumbledore briefly about to turn towards him before realising the ex-auror hadn't aimed at Bellatrix.

Dumbledore slowly took a look behind him, Moody repositioning himself to keep both of the two in sight. Whatever thoughts had surfaced on the strangers identity disappeared as soon as the man's voice echoed out.

"I forgot to ask before, but, is the Defence post open next year?" The shrouded figure spoke, his voice sending the graveyard into silence.

"I think I did a pretty decent job, if I do say so myself," The shrouded figure lowered his hood, revealing the grinning face of Barty Crouch Jr.