Disclaimer: I'm too young to be Rowling so there is sadly no way Harry Potter is mine…
Placing: Thebeginningofsixthyear.
Challenge: 'Prompt of the day'. Prompt: (scenario) a door that won't lock. Exactly 1791 words text. Gryffindor, Hogwarts.
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Open-Door Policy
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Albus Dumbledore had no idea why he deserved all this.
It was, as if the door to his office wouldn't lock anymore.
First, there had been Minerva.
"Albus Too-Many-Names Dumbledore!" she screeched. "How could you let Harry go off on his own to defeat a Dark Lord?"
"I didn't let him go off anywhere," Albus had replied tiredly. "I even tried to stop him but when I arrived in the graveyard, Harry was already stabbing Voldemort through the heart. I don't know what happened next, but when I woke up he was gone again and Voldemort was dead…"
"But you were the one who set up the boy so that he confronted You-Know-Who!" Minerva screamed. "If you hadn't told him that he had to defeat that monster he wouldn't have gone off and done it!"
"I never told him that he had to go after Tom on his own -!"
"But you told him that he had to go after him!" Minerva intervened. "That's enough, Albus! He's a grieving teenager and you told him to go after You-Know-Who!"
"Harry –"
"Just lost his godfather shortly before the holidays!" Minerva shouted. "You should have made sure that he's alright instead of sitting there watching while he conducts one insane plan after another to bring down You-Know-Who!"
"I didn't even know that he planned anything like that!" Albus replied heatedly. "I still have no idea how he even came up with his way to kill Tom!"
Minerva just raised an eyebrow at that.
"I bet it was his little Defence Group that thought of it," she said dryly. "They were quite effective last year as well, after all…"
Albus guessed that she was right. The defence group had been quite effective last year…
Still…
He sighed and resolved to talk to Harry.
"I'm sorry that it looked like I forced Harry to confront Tom early. I assure you, that wasn't what I wanted him to do. I will talk to him and make sure that he's alright," he finally told his enraged Transfiguration Professor.
The woman just stared at him for a moment, before nodding.
"Do so," she said coolly and left, slamming the door shut.
Not even a minute later, the door opened again and Severus Snape stormed in, frothing.
"I thought I was there to keep the brat safe, Headmaster!" He scowled.
"You are, Severus," Albus answered instantly.
"Then why, Headmaster," the dour man asked icily. "Wasn't I informed that the brat was out of bounds and about to get himself killed?"
"Severus," Albus said sighing. "Not even I knew that Harry had left Hogwarts –"
"You're telling me that you have no alert in place that tells you if a student leaves Hogwarts without your permission?" Snape sneered.
Alibis sighed.
"No," he confessed. "I never thought it would be needed. I mean, where should they go? Hogsmead isn't dangerous and it's not that interesting that children would leave for it all the time…"
"Headmaster," the potions professor said bluntly. "Those are immature students you're talking about! Have you any idea what they could come up with if they knew that you don't monitor their comings and goings? Have you any idea what the Dark Lord could have done if he had known about that missing part of our defences? You can be lucky that no student was ever guest in the Dark Lord's manor! He could have snatched them and taken them and nobody would have known!"
Albus sighed.
"You're right, Severus," he said tiredly. "I should have thought about it…"
"Merlin," Snape cried, not caring much for Albus's apology. "If Potter had known he could have walked straight into the Dark Lord's manor to dance on his table just because he could!"
"I doubt that Harry would have ever gone to Tom's home to dance on his table…" Albus objected.
"It's Potter we're talking about!" Snape sneered. "Who knows what's going on in that insane brain of his! For all we know he could have gone and stolen the Dark Lord's diary because he was out of reading material!"
"Harry doesn't like to read," Albus pointed out.
"Thank Merlin for that!" Snape cried. "And thank Merlin that he had no idea about your lack in defence! I don't want to know what he had done if he had known!"
"Well, he did go to his parents graves and if it hadn't been for Miss Granger I wouldn't have known –"
"That," Snape pointed out. "Was tame for Potter. He would have done something worse if he had known, I tell you!"
"Severus!"
The potions professor just stared at his employer.
"Potter," he said slowly. "Went to his parents graves and met the Dark Lord over there – all because you didn't know that he was out of bounds and therefore couldn't tell me! The same boy who managed to find deathly danger inside the castle went out without anyone knowing! I tell you, Albus, going out to his parents graves and confronting the Dark Lord is mild for Potter. It could have been worse! If he had known about your lack of protection he could have already taken over England just by leaving the castle regularly without you knowing!"
Albus had wanted to object to that, but then, as far as the boy's luck went, the boy definitely could have done it…
"What's this talk about taking over England?" a voice suddenly said and Albus looked at the entrance of his office.
What the hell was his guardian doing? It was as if he was living in a room with a door that won't lock!
Cornelius Fudge didn't look all too pleased when he fully entered Albus's office.
"Professor Dumbledore," the minister asked snidely. "What is this talk about taking over England?"
"It was hypothetically, Cornelius," Albus said sighing. "Nothing to worry about…"
Cornelius Fudge's eyes narrowed.
He was already on his last leg as a minister – he had to step back a few days ago and was just fulfilling his last acts as a minister right now – but he definitely didn't like the talk about taking over England that he had overheard.
"I think," he declared slowly. "I will talk this over with my successor, Madam Bones. Let's see what she's thinking about the fact that you plan to take over England with your pet-Death Eater!"
Albus sighed and inwardly groaned.
"Is there something else that you wanted, Cornelius?" he finally asked.
The soon to be ex-minister frowned.
"I came here to confirm the rumours," he replied.
"Rumours? What rumours?" Albus asked mildly.
"The rumours that You-Know-Who is dead," the soon to be ex-minister replied.
Albus sighed.
"I can neither confirm nor deny them," he said. "I haven't talked to Harry yet and until I have, I don't actually know."
He didn't voice that he didn't believe that Tom was dead, considering that the man made Horcruxes. It wouldn't do any good to get that tit-bit out in the open, after all…
Cornelius Fudge frowned.
"Then call the boy and ask him!" demanded he.
"No need," another voice replied and Albus could only stare at Harry when he stepped through his open door.
"What in Merlin's name happened to my door!" the Headmaster exclaimed exasperated. "The gargoyle shouldn't let you in without my say-so! It is as if my door isn't locked at all!"
The minister and the potions professor frowned.
Harry just smiled.
"But it isn't, Professor," the boy said. "Your door doesn't have a lock, you know?"
"It has the gargoyle which is as good as one!" Albus argued.
Harry just looked at him innocently.
"You mean the gargoyle that's taking a vacation in Italy?" He asked interested. "If that's your only lock, I guess, you're screwed, Professor!"
Somehow Albus Dumbledore got the feeling that he was screwed in an entirely different way already.
Harry Potter just smiled and placed down several different objects on Albus's table.
A locket.
A ring without a gem.
Hufflepuff's cup.
Ravenclaw's diadem.
And a toy snake that Dumbledore suspected to be a transfigured dead snake.
"Harry," he said, lost for words. "What… how?"
Harry just smiled at him sweetly.
"My mother says 'hi', Professor," he replied before handing Cornelius Fudge Dumbledore's diary.
"In here is every evidence that shows how Albus Dumbledore tried to take over Britain," he said as if it was nothing new to him at all. "It's a bit dated, considering that my mum stole the diary and hid it, but I think it should be enough to prove that he isn't the nice man everybody thinks he is…"
"Thank you, Mr Potter," a stunned Cornelius Fudge replied.
Dumbledore stared at his diary and then at Harry.
"Harry… what?" he asked confused.
Harry just smiled and left.
Severus frowned.
"I think I don't want to have to do anything with all that," he decided and left as well.
Dumbledore looked at Cornelius.
Cornelius looked at him in triumph.
Then Dumbledore stunned the man, took the diary and oblivated the man.
Thirty minutes later Albus Dumbledore was arrested for assaulting the soon to be ex-minister. The future minister Bones and the soon to be ex-minister Fudge were both quite thankful towards Harry Potter who had stunned the Headmaster before he could flee.
Harry also decided to reveal everything that had been going on inside Hogwarts under Albus Dumbledore as a Headmaster as well as telling the investigators where he had been kept – the Dursleys definitely didn't look that good of a choice to the aurors when they were interviewed – and how he had been treated by the Headmaster.
He never once said something about the Headmaster trying to take over England or Britain, but the evidence against the man was destroying enough.
Albus Dumbledore ended up in Azkaban for several years for child endangerment and child neglect.
Harry on the other hand, kept the Headmaster's wand.
It was a nice wand.
Elder wood and testral hair…
"Thank you for your help, Mr Potter," Amelia Bones, the Minister of Magic, said.
Harry just smiled.
"It was the least I could do, Minster," he replied. "It would have been what my mother wanted, after all!"
That evening he met with his cohorts inside the Room of Requirement.
"Well done, everybody!" he cried.
The other students smiled.
"So," Neville said. "What's next?"
Harry raised an eyebrow.
"Do we need to do something else?" He asked interested.
The others looked at each other.
"Well," one of them said. "The Ministry of Magic is rather bigoted, don't you think so, too?"
Harry thought it over.
"Alright," he gave in finally. "You're right! People, I need a task force – there will be a lot of diaries to steal!"
Finally, it was Harry's time to rule…
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Added because I wanted Harry to fulfil his mum's request... xD
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