A/N: Thank you so much for your reviews! There has been very mixed up feelings of how I should write Dumbledore, though I think most of you want him to be Evil. I'm not quite sure how to write him yet, but I'm kinda leaning towards the senile and Evil. I think he might have been good once upon a time, but has his priorities messed up at his old age and he no longer knows what is right as he's so into his 'Greater Good'. Oh well, I guess we'll see how he turns out in the future chapters.

Now, however Agent Shade goes on to his next mission: Hogwarts. Hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling

'Thoughts'

"Talking"

"Letter"

"Headmaster!" Hagrid's voice boomed from the staircase.

"Hagrid, my dear boy." Dumbledore said his eyes twinkling as the half-giant entered his office. "I trust your mission went well and young Harry has received his Hogwarts letter."

"Harry is gone, Headmaster. I couldn' give 'im his letter." Hagrid said.

"Gone?" Dumbledore asked raising his eyebrows. "What do you mean gone?"

"He wasn' there. The Dursleys said he ain't livin' there anymore."

"But he must be there! Where would he be if not there? I'm sure you're mistaken, Hagrid." Dumbledore insisted. There was no way the Dursleys wouldn't have taken him in. The letter had enough compulsion charms and a few hatred charms for them to be forced to take the boy in and treat him like Dumbledore wanted him to be treated. Besides, Mrs. Figg would have told him if the boy had disappeared. "Now, Hagrid, tell me everything."

"I wen' there an' knocked on the door an' the hors'-like woman open'd it, so I asked fer Harry. She said he wasn' there and slamm'd the door on me face. Then I came back here." Hagrid explained.

"But that doesn't mean Harry doesn't live there anymore. He just must have been out." Dumbledore said jovially.

"Err…Righ'." Hagrid said sheepishly, scratching his bushy mane of a hair. "'M sorry Headmaster."

"It's quite alright, my boy. Now, give me young Harry's letter and I will deliver it to him personally. I trust you remember your other mission." Dumbledore said. He thought it was better to take care of the boy's letter himself, since it seemed the Dursleys turned out to be difficult.

"Righ', 'm on it." Hagrid said and left the office.

Dumbledore sighed as he leaned back on his chair. His carefully created plan to give the boy his first clue of the Stone and sow the seeds of prejudice into him had just crumbled right in front of him. That's what you get for putting a half-giant to do your business.

He was also very annoyed of how difficult the Potter boy was even before he had met him again. First there was no letter for him among the Hogwarts' self-updating Register, which Dumbledore found very weird, until he remembered the blocks he put on the boy's magic and abilities. He had probably made them too strong and the Register couldn't detect him, but nevertheless Dumbledore had had to listen to Minerva's worried rant and in the end write the letter himself. And now another problem – the Dursleys.

Oh well, he just had to go and exchange a few well-chosen words with Petunia and everything would be back in the right track. Now he only needed to figure out how to make the boy hate Slytherins and get curious about the Stone.

Putting a lemon drop in his mouth, Dumbledore stood up and left for his destination: Number 4 Privet Drive.

Sky woke up at six am, like he did every day, but for the first time in years he didn't want to get up. It was September the 1st and he had no desire to leave his family or his trainees for ten months and go to Hogwarts to spend quality time with the Old Coot and study things he already knew. Sure it was an undercover mission, but Sky really couldn't think of it as one no matter how hard he tried. It really wasn't the same thing to infiltrate to some underground criminal gang for few months to gather information, than to infiltrate among school students to protect some stone. Fine, it's a Stone that can turn things into gold and produce life-elixir and it would be dangerous for someone like Voldemort to have it, but why in the hell would they hide it in a school full of children.

'Damn Dumbledore! Always making my life miserable." Sky thought and pulled his blanket over his head. He was also pissed off at Nicholas Flamel, for letting Dumbledore hide his Stone in the school and for being his mentor. If Flamel hadn't mentored Dumbledore, he wouldn't have become 'the hope of the Light' and wouldn't be able to meddle with other people's business so easily. Sky could just get his revenge in all silence, if Dumbledore wasn't the bloody hope of the Light. But no, he was and now Sky had to endure the torture of ten months in Hogwarts watching him smile that grandfatherly smile with that damn twinkle in his eyes, without being able to wipe it off. The only good thing of going to Hogwarts that Sky could think of was its massive library.

Sky pushed the anger behind his Occlumency shields and sighed tiredly. He would have to be able to keep cool around Dumbledore and play the innocent little student role. He couldn't allow his anger or maturity show through his eyes while he was in Hogwarts, or he would draw Dumbledore's attention to himself and that wouldn't be a good thing. He would just have to use his Occlumency skills to keep his emotions in check and deal with them later when he was alone.

Sky pulled the cover tighter around himself as he heard his door open.

"Harry wake up! You're going to Hogwarts today." Sirius said nudging him up.

"Go away Sirius… I don't wanna." Sky murmured from under his cover.

"Come on, Prongslet, it's not gonna be that bad." Sirius said sitting on Sky's bed.

"Yea it is." Sky argued coming out from under his blanket. "It's gonna be a plain torture."

"I know it's going to be boring in lessons, but there's more than lessons in Hogwarts."

"Like what?"

"Quidditch and pranking for one and Neville will be there. You'll make lots of friends your own age and you can be just a normal kid for once."

"You forget that Neville won't know I'm there as I'll attend as Ray Evans and first years can't even own a broom let alone play Quidditch. Also I'm not looking forward to being a normal kid as you put it, since I'm not one and I have accepted that a long time ago. The normality is all gonna be just an act. And what comes to pulling pranks, I can't do that either as I can't draw attention to myself. There is also one thing I'll have to deal with…" Sky grumbled.

"What's that?"

"Dumbledore" Sky said gritting his teeth, the anger once again lashing out of him.

"Fine, you have me there." Sirius sighed. "But we'll see each other at Christmas; it's not that far away."

"Four months sounds like a long time for me…" Sky grumbled.

"I know" Sirius said pulling Sky into a hug. "You could pull a few pranks you know…" he said smirking after a while, eyes full of the familiar mischief. "Dumbles can't detect a metamorphmagus…"

Eyes brightening Sky smirked back at him feeling a lot better.

"You going to be okay?" Marcus asked Sky as they entered the platform 9 ¾. The platform was full of kids and parents saying goodbye to each other as the children boarded the train. Sky knew nearly everyone there by name as he had studied the backgrounds of every student and a staff member during the last few days.

"I'll be fine. Dead bored, but fine." Sky said. He felt a lot better after the discussion with Sirius in the morning as now he could at least prank Dumbledore without drawing attention to Ray Evans. He couldn't believe he hadn't thought of that before.

"I'm sorry you have to do this now." Marcus said lowering his voice so that he couldn't be overheard. "If it wasn't for the Stone…"

"I know. Once again Dumbledore managed to interfere with my life… But don't worry, I won't hex him to oblivion – only prank him a few times, but nothing fatal." Sky said smirking.

"I will not receive any letters from the teachers that you have ended up in detention Ray Evans! If I do you'll be grounded for the whole summer." Marcus said sternly playing up the role of Matt Evans, though his eyes gave him away.

Sky pulled the innocent kid look and whispered: "Who said anything about Ray Evans pulling the pranks."

Marcus just smiled and shook his head. 'He must have talked with Sirius.' More loudly Sky said: "I gotta go, the train leaves in a few minutes."

"I love you, son." Marcus said hugging him tightly and ruffling his mousy brown hair.

"I love you too, Dad." Sky said and boarded the train. He turned around to wave Marcus, as the train started moving, and saw his eyes glittering. They both knew it wasn't Ray Evans telling his dad he loved him, it was Sky.

Sky walked through the train's corridor looking for his compartment with a wide smile on his face. The day before, Shadow had flashed him to Godric's Hollow and he had visited his parents. He had decided it was time for him to go through his memories and emotions towards his parents and get over the fear and awkwardness he felt when someone showed parental feelings towards him.

Sky had sat down in front of his parents' grave and cast a few privacy charms to not to be seen or heard. For the first time he had talked about his mixed feelings towards his parents; his longing, love, anger, bitterness and the fear to let anyone too deep into his heart. He yelled, cried and laughed until he had been able to let it all go and just cherish his parents' memory in his heart.

Sky had known for a long time that Marcus thought him as a son he never had, but he had never had the courage to admit, even to himself, that he thought Marcus as a father too. The fear of getting abandoned again – a relic from the Dursleys – had always been too strong, but now he had overcome it and could let Marcus be his dad.

Sky opened the compartment where his trunk had been brought to. He saw four heads turn to look at him curiously. He adapted quickly a shy look and entered the compartment.

"Hi, can I sit here? Everywhere else is full."

"Of course! I'm Hermione Granger." A girl, with a bushy hair and rather big front teeth, said. Sky of course knew all of them from his research, but had to act like he didn't.

"Ray Evans." He said introducing himself, on purpose not holding his hand out for them to shake.

"Neville Longbottom." Neville said. He had really changed in the last few years from that shy and clumsy little boy into a confident young man. Getting his parents back had really been good for him and built up his self-esteem.

"Daphne Greengrass." The girl with a long black hair and brown eyes said. Sky remembered reading that her family had been one of the few 'Dark' families that had stayed neutral during the First War. He wondered if it had something to do with the fact that she was a half-blood witch.

The last girl, with a long blond hair, introduced herself as Hannah Abbott and soon they were surrounded by an awkward silence as all four of them held out their hands for him to shake and he pretended as to not see them to keep up his alibi.

"It's very rude not to shake people's hand when introduced, you know." Daphne said disapprovingly.

Sky smirked inwardly and countered. "It is also considered rude to offer a hand in greeting to a person, who can't see it."

"Oh." Daphne said sounding embarrassed.

"It's okay, you couldn't have known." Sky said.

"How are you going to manage in class and around the castle if you're blind?" Hannah asked curiously. "If you don't mind me asking." She added quickly.

"I don't mind." Sky said. "I use magic to get around and I have a spell that will read books to me so that only I can hear it."

"Cool."

"So are you excited to go to Hogwarts?" Sky asked and soon they were animatedly discussing their house preferences and guessing what the Sorting would be like. Sky mostly just leaned back and listened to their conversation, joining in only when someone asked him a question, though he did give them his opinion of the prejudices between the Houses and hopefully got his companions thinking.

At one point he closed his eyes and let himself wander into his mindscape. To an outsider he looked like he was sleeping, but in truth he was studying his companions behind his Occlumency shields. It was a skill he had learned from a master of Mind Arts in China. He looked like he was asleep, but really he could see through his eyelids and keep an eye on his surroundings and people around him without them knowing. It was also one of the reasons they had made up the blindness, as he could easily spy people without them noticing when they thought he couldn't see. He could also sleep in class without getting in trouble with the teacher, though he had to use a spell that alerted him if someone was speaking to him.

Sky was brought back to reality by the lady with the food cart. All of them bought something and started to eat. Neville was explaining Hermione all about the wizarding sweets and trying to get her to eat a chocolate frog. She tried to eat one, but in the end refused to eat it saying that it looked too alive, because of the charm that made it jump.

"Well, at least you get the card." Neville said. "You can start your own collection."

"Oh, I got Dumbledore!" Hermione exclaimed and showed it around to the others. Sky had to restrain himself from destroying the card. He noticed that Neville wasn't too happy to see Dumbledore either, but then again Frank and Alice had told him part of what Dumbledore had done to Harry Potter, even if he didn't know Sky was Harry.

The rest of the train ride went quickly with only one interruption when Draco Malfoy came to their compartment with his two bodyguards Crabbe and Goyle, looking for Harry Potter, who should be starting in Hogwarts too. That of course led to discussion of Harry Potter led by Hermione, who had read all about him. Sky listened amused their speculation of what Harry would be like, when he was sitting right in front of them. Sky was very happy that he had abandoned his identity as Harry Potter after listening to their conversation for a while. The worshipping was way too much for Sky and he didn't even want to think how the whole school would have treated him had he came there as Harry. Thankfully Neville didn't join in or mention that his mom was Harry Potter's godmother – the girls, especially Hermione and Hannah, didn't need any more rumors to spread.

The train stopped in the Hogsmeade's station and soon they were floating in the boats, led by the Gamekeeper Hagrid, towards Hogwarts. Everyone was staring in wonder at the huge castle that emerged in front of them, whispering compliments on how great or beautiful it looked. Sky didn't bother as he had already seen Hogwarts many times in Sirius or Remus' memories and his own visits during the summer when he had come to investigate his surroundings. There was also no point, as he wasn't supposed to see it, but instead he asked Neville Hermione to describe it to him, to keep up appearances.

Sirius and Remus had informed him all about the secret rooms and passages, and told him about the Marauders' Map that Filch had confiscated in their seventh year. Sky had searched Filch's office during one of his visits, but had seen no sign of it. He had a hunch that the Weasley twins, Fred and George, who were quite the pranksters themselves, had found it and put it to a good use – at least if he looked at their detention records of all the pranks they had pulled.

Acquiring the Marauders' Map was one of the first things Sky had to do while in Hogwarts. It was too dangerous to leave it lying around since he didn't know if the Map showed a metamorphmagus' real identity or not. The Map would also help him in keeping an eye on the staff and students, and see whether someone in the castle was after the Stone or not.

The Deputy Headmistress and the Transfiguration Professor Minerva McGonagall was waiting for them at the front door. She was a stern looking woman in a no-nonsense way, just like Sirius and Remus had described her and what Sky had seen in their memories. She was a bit of an enigma for Sky as she had been a Dumbledore loyalist for a long time and known him for years, but then again, she was fiercely protective of her students and Sky couldn't imagine her allowing Dumbledore's trap for Voldie in a school full of students. McGonagall wasn't afraid to speak her mind to Dumbledore, if she thought he was wrong.

McGonagall kept them a speech about the Houses and house loyalty, before leading them to the Great hall. Sky took a deep breath and prepared himself to seeing Dumbledore and acting like a normal kid. He let the thoughts and memories of Ray Evans that he had created during the summer, take over the front of his mind. Sky could hear Hermione behind him whispering about the Great hall's ceiling being enchanted, but she was soon silenced by McGonagall who started stating their names. Hannah was the first to be sorted and ended up in Hufflepuff. There were a few after her and then it was his turn.

"Ray Evans."

Sky walked to the stool and sat down. He was not worried that the hat would find out his real identity, as he knew that not even the Sorting hat would be able to get past his Occlumency shields. He had made sure that it couldn't get past and that he would be sorted to just the house he wanted.

'Ray Evans… an American…hmm…There haven't been many students from there. Well, there is only one place to put you.' HUFFLEPUFF!

Sky walked smiling widely to the Hufflepuff's table as they cheered for him and sat down next to Hannah and a girl named Susan Bones, who also had been just sorted there. The sorting continued putting Daphne to Slytherin, Hermione to Ravenclaw and Neville to Gryffindor.

As Blaise Zabini had been sorted to Slytherin and Dumbledore welcomed the students to Hogwarts with his little speech – if one could call it that – the food appeared on the tables. Everyone started eating and chatting with each other, but Sky let discreetly his eyes wander around the hall stopping at the staff's table. He started pondering about the agent among the staff members. Marcus had refused to tell him who it was saying that he wanted to know how long it would take for him to figure it out. He also said that he hadn't told the agent among the staff who Sky was, so it was interesting to see who would get it first. Marcus had given them time till Halloween to figure it out and if they hadn't he would tell them. It was also forbidden to ask from one of the informants among the student population in each house, who knew who they both were – unless it was an emergency of course.

Sky knew it had to be someone who had been there for a long time and was constantly in touch with the students, which erased Madam Pince, Filch, Madam Pomfrey, Madam Hooch, Trelawney, Babbling and Burbage right away from the list. Also the COMC teacher Kettleburn was out, as he rarely interacted with students outside of class. Even the Gamekeeper Hagrid spend more time with the students than he did, though he too was unqualified to be an unspeakable agent – the man babbled everything he knew after just a few glass of Firewhiskey and owed too much to Dumbledore for letting him stay at Hogwarts after his expulsion, to spy on him.

That left only Sinistra, Snape, Flitwick, McGonagall, Quirrell, Sprout and Vector. Snape was out as he too owed too much to Dumbledore and the DoM would never hire a Death eater no matter how changed he was. Sky also doubted that McGonagall was an agent being so close to Dumbledore, and Vector didn't have that many students in her class as Arithmancy wasn't a core subject. So the agent had to be Sinistra, Flitwick, Sprout or Quirrell, who all were in a perfect position to keep an eye both on staff and all the students. Sky made a resolve to watch their movements during their classes and free time.

Sky finished his dessert and watched the dishes disappear only half listening Dumbledore's speech about the school's rules and warnings about the Forbidden forest and the third-floor corridor, where the Stone was hidden.

'Typical Dumbledore caring for his students' safety; first he hides a powerful magical artifact in school and then tells the students to keep out of where it's hidden if they don't want to face a painful death, while smiling that damn grandfatherly smile – a way to make them to take him seriously. I just wonder how many students are going to get killed before the year is over.' Sky thought as he walked after the prefects to the Hufflepuff's common room.

Albus Dumbledore was seething. He was not having a good day – no, a good month. Yes, it had been a whole month since he had found out that Harry Potter was no longer living with the Dursleys and that in fact, he hadn't been living there for years.

He had run away when he was five, that's what the Dursleys had told him – with a little persuasion – when he visited them, demanding answers. And that was six bloody years ago! How in the Merlin's name could he now find the boy? He could be anywhere! He could be living in the streets, be adopted into a new family with a new name, he could be dead! But no, Dumbledore wouldn't accept that, the boy couldn't be dead, he needed to live with the prophecy and all. Dumbledore had plans for him… Yes he couldn't be dead… All he had to do was to find him.

Dumbledore paced back and forth in his office deep in thought, thinking where the boy could be. He decided to check all the nearby orphanages, send someone to the streets and ask the muggle police if they knew anything about the boy… Yes, he had to be alive somewhere…Unless…

Suddenly a horrible thought appeared in his head: Sirius Black. The boy's godfather had been released not five years ago and disappeared. Could it be that he had found the boy and taken him with him? That would not be good. That would not be good at all. Dumbledore needed the boy as naïve and humble, ready to be molded, but if he was with Black, he wouldn't be so accepting of his grandfatherly act. Black had always been intelligent and surely knew by now that Dumbledore had sent him to Azkaban on purpose, knowing that he was innocent. That was why he had not come to him yet. Yes, Black would surely corrupt the boy against him and that wasn't good at all. He needed to send someone to check on Black and find out where he was and if the boy was with him.

'Yes, I will get the boy back and if he has been corrupted by Black, a little mind-tampering will hurt no-one… it's for the Greater Good, after all.'

It was the first weekend of the school year and Sky was already bored to death – and that was saying something as they had only been there for two days. He had already figured out the identity of the agent among the staff, retrieved the Marauders' Map and pulled his first prank. There was nothing interesting going on and he wanted some puzzle to solve or a mission to plan, but there was nothing he could think of. Everyone around him was doing homework or something, but Sky didn't bother as he only had to write an essay that got him an acceptable. It was really quite challenging to write the assignments to be barely acceptable or a little under it, when he already knew everything, but he had to live up to his image as Ray Evans, who was to become a barely average wizard. The only subject, where he didn't plan to fail on purpose was Potions as it was his passion and he really didn't know how to make a potion wrong as he was a natural brewer.

Sky shifted his position on the armchair and closed his eyes. He thought back to his first classes where he had spent the whole time watching the teachers and trying to figure out who was the agent. Sprout was friendly and helpful to all and got along very well with the students and Sinistra was strict and very caught up in her own subject. Flitwick was a natural teacher, very enthusiastic about his own subject and could make the class interesting and fun even for Sky who already knew everything in the curriculum.

The last one on the list was Quirrell, who really interested Sky. He seemed to be afraid even his own shadow and was always stuttering awfully lot, which made it very hard for the students to understand anything he said. There was also a very awful smell around the turban he always wore.

After the first day's classes were over Sky was sure that Flitwick was the undercover agent among the staff members. He was confident and carried himself like many of the senior agents did. Even though he was small he had the respect of the students and got their attention when he needed without much of a fuss, which was the quality that Sprout lacked. Flitwick was approachable and wasn't so teacher-like as the others, so the students felt they could go to him if there was something in their mind, which was a perfect way for gathering information. He was fair to all houses and didn't favor his Ravens over the others, like the other Head of Houses did. He was also friendly with everyone in the staff and was often asked for help by his colleagues if they needed it.

Sky had left him a brief message letting him know that he had found him out. He had also written to Marcus who had once again been amazed to know that it only took him a day to find Flitwick out. They had agreed to wait for Flitwick to find out Sky's fake identity himself just to see how long it would take him.

Later that day, Sky had shadowed into the Gryffindor tower and snuck into the dorm of the third year boys. He had located the Marauders' Map and taken it leaving a short note to notify the Weasley twins of it. Fortunately the Map couldn't identify a metamorphmagus and showed Sky as Ray Evans, so he didn't have to be worried about the twins seeing him as Harry Potter on the Map. Sky had seen the twins entering the Gryffindor common room and making their way up to their dorm. He hid himself in the shadows of the room and waited. He wanted to see their reaction to his little note and to the fact that they would have to continue their pranking without it.

"— and then we could enchant a bottle of shampoo and a brush to chase around Snape and wash his hair." George said as they entered.

"Yea that would be fun." Fred said. "We need to find a spell for that, though. Where did you put the Map?"

"It should be under my mattress." George said looking for it. "What's this?" He asked revealing the note that Sky had just left there.

"What does it say?"

"Dear Messrs' Gred and Forge,

As Purveyors of Aids to Magical Mischief-Makers yourself,

You know the words to be said." George read. "What? What does it mean the words to be said?"

"Give me that." Fred said and took the parchment. "I solemnly swear I'm up to no good."

The writing in the parchment vanished only to be replaced by a new writing.

"Congratulations!

You are qualified to be considered as the successors of the Marauders. I have greatly enjoyed your pranks, but it is time for you to take the next step in the fine art of pranking; pranking without getting caught. It is a great achievement to have a detention records like yours, but the best thing that comes with pranking is to pull a prank and not get punished by it. Everyone will know it was you, but as they have no proof, they cannot punish you.

I have retrieved the Marauder's greatest aid the Marauder's Map to myself as it holds a great sentimental value for me. If you will be successful in your quest to become true Marauders I shall make the loss of the Map up to you. I would suggest you expand your targets from Snape and the Slytherins to other houses and teachers. With great pranks come Great targets.

Mischief Managed,

Shade,

Son of Prongs"

Fred finished reading the letter aloud and they were both staring at it in wonder. "Is he suggesting what I think he's suggesting?" He asked.

"I think he is."

"So he's really…"

"Telling us…"

"To prank…"

"Dumbledore."

"What say you Gred, shall we accept the challenge?"

"Well, Forge, I say challenge accepted." And just as he said the words the paper caught fire and destroyed it leaving no trace of the note.

Sky shadowed back to his own common room with a smirk on his face. 'Dumbledore won't know what hit him."

The next morning the Great hall had burst out laughing at breakfast as all the teachers' clothes and hair had turned into different colors; of which most noticeable were Snape's pink tutu and neon yellow hair and Dumbledore in a dress that looked like cream cake. Snape also had a rain cloud over his head wetting him and the shampoo bottle and a brush washing his hair, and Dumbledore was yelled by group of lemon drops that were lecturing him every time he tried to eat one.

All four houses, even most Slytherins, led by the Weasley twins started clapping and cheering. Snape had tried to get the twins punished for the prank, but both of them had sworn that it wasn't them and without any proof they couldn't be punished. None of the teachers had been able to end the prank and it had lasted full twenty-four hours. Sky had sent the Weasley twins another note challenging them to top his prank, which they had accepted enthusiastically. It was the beginning of Hogwarts' first prank war.

A/N: Thanks for reading. The prank with the lemon drops is not my invention, but I don't remember where I read something similar, so I can't give credit to anyone.

Anyway, please review and tell me what you think.

- Dalnim