Hey everyone,
I just want to thank Mizzrazz72 for thinking up an extra reason for Dumbledore to want to kidnap Rin-Gin as it allowed me to think of a actual extra motive for the man to have. That's right, until his review, I was a little blank on what other motive Dumbles could have had. I wanted him to have one, but didn't know what.
Thanks Mizzrazz72,
Venquine1990
Chapter 08
All Plans Come To An End
Dumbledore's POV
This cannot be happening. Those two cannot take back their son. That little brat has to be Potter, only Potter and his blood needs to power up the power of the Potter family, the same power that, had James Potter had his way, would have watered down thanks to him bonding with that worthless, overly intelligent Mudblood, Evans.
Yes, I know that I publicly support Muggleborns and whatnot, but like so many other Purebloods do I not accept for Muggleborns to bond with Purebloods. There are enough Muggleborns in the world, why should they bond with the true Purebloods, when they can bond together and make Halfbloods and then Purebloods?
This was something that I never accepted, yet through my position as Headmaster had I for the longest time hoped to manipulate the masses – the teenage masses – into the right kind of bonds and for the longest time this had worked, yet then James Christian Potter just had to go and ruin that by falling for the Mudblood Evans.
However, sometime after their wedding had they discovered something that made me feel confident that Destiny was on my side as an attack that I had kept from the public in 1974 had actually caused for the Mudblood to become infertile, making it so that, had it been up to fate, the Potter Line would end with them.
Now on one hand I had sincerely wanted to cause something that would further ensure this, something that would, if possible, further bring out the terror aspect of the war between myself and Voldemort, yet I also felt I had something else to take care of; a title that had been given to James' grandfather when it deserved to be mine.
Friend Of The Goblins. A title James' grandfather had gotten because he honored the dumb creature he had fought with against Grindlewald and the fact that, even now, the Goblins are refusing to grant me this title, regardless of the fact that Grindlewald had killed more of their kind than my own, which is not really a fact.
However, after hearing that I would not get this title, that it had gone to someone other than me, had I researched ways I could increase my chances to get the title and this had made me discover something I decided to use when Lily and James came to me with the request to help them continue the line of thieves, also known as House Potter.
It had been almost too easy to find out where the so-called Cooper line lived, even if it had been hard to actually find the place itself and getting in had taken me sometime, but fate had definitely been on my side – or so I had believed back then – as me getting into the so-called Hide-out had happened after the Coopers got their heir.
I had found the Hid-out when the Cooper wife gave birth and managed to sneak in without a trace or evidence left that it was me a week after the little brat had been born. After kidnapping him, had I travelled with a mix of Muggle vehicles and Magical forms of transport to make sure neither the Coopers or wizards could find me.
Then I had used the same magic I had used to beat Grindlewald, namely the Dumbledore Family Runeral Magic, to cloak the disgusting little critter and change him into someone who I knew the Potter pair would love and to my utter delight had they then blood-adopted the brat, further strengthening my cloaking magic.
Yet, the true reason I felt ecstatic that they had done so, was because it gave me a sliver of access to the Potter fortune and I had, one year and three months later, used this to convince the Wizarding World that I had protected Harry Potter to the best of my ability when leaving him with Muggles that no one knew about.
The funniest part of it all is that, after doing so, I cast a charm on Lily's memory to make everyone believe that she had a sister who hated her when the truth was that I had, in the week the Potters were down under, questioned several Muggles on their reaction were they discover about Magic and had found the perfect pair.
Petunia and Vernon Dursley were in major financial trouble after almost breaking their parents down with funds for their wedding and Vernon's job just wasn't enough to continue paying for their bill now that they had a son as well, yet Petunia had only studied how to be a house-wife and had no degree needed for a proper job.
I had told the two of them of magic, of Gringotts and of the Potters and when I did, had the two only been too happy to agree with my plans in return that they were allowed to use the Potter fortune to pay for whatever they and their son might need, something I had only too happily agreed to in return for some of my own demands.
All of it had been part of my plan, because I knew darn well that the Potters weren't stupid enough to risk their son's godfather's future with something as dangerous as the task of Secret Keeper, yet I had cursed Peter Pettigrew upon his graduation with a timed Darkness Growth spell – my own creation – and had let it off on Halloween.
Pettigrew had betrayed the Potters, Lily and James had died and Harry (cough, cough Rin-Gin, cough, cough) had been left with Muggles, who had been paid more than their loans and bills required as long as they kept magic away from the brat until the time was right and turned him meek, in need of love and, most notably, malleable.
The right time had been the boy's eleventh birthday and when Harry had come into Hogwarts had I felt sure I could further my plans and so I further started casting dark spells on several other people such as Voldemort's spirit, Quirrell, Lockhart, Severus, redoing my spell on Pettigrew and even Crouch in the 1st week of last year.
All of this was with the intent to, as much as I hated to admit it, make the boy use his Cooper heritage to survive so many dangerous encounters he would feel obliged to take down Voldemort once and for all before he would marry Ginny Weasley, a girl from a Pureblood family that I believed loyal only to my own person.
Yes, the boy is actually a Raccoon-Fox hybrid, but he is also the blood-adopted Heir of the most powerful human family known to Gringotts and that is my most important reason to bond these two people together; because the Weasleys would be the perfect candidates to make Harry speak out in my name after I pass away.
This fact would then make sure that my plans, my beliefs and my ideals would be lived up to and would influence at least two or three more generations under me; Harry's kids, grandkids and – if the boy somehow gets to reach my age – even his grandkids and by the time this happened, would my memory be immortal.
"Seriously Tom, why want to be immortal when you can make your plans and beliefs immortal through those under and younger than you. Idiot muck of a wizard." I had thought whenever thinking of my plans, but now, standing in what I believed was the Hideout of my greatest accomplishment, do I feel those idea scatter.
All of them seem to stand on the verge of being destroyed and while I am glad to have the utter loyalty of a man who's life I actually ruined as a teen, can I not help but wonder what happened to the loyalty spell I have been casting onto Minerva since leaving Potter with the Dursleys as the woman is just sitting there.
And to make matters even worse, does she wear a, to me, unknown badge on her forest green robe and a quick look around the room proves that many more of those around me are also wearing the badges, the sight of these badges on the robes of all Weasley kids making me feel as if another blow has been dealt to my plans.
"I can't lose them, I can't. The future, my future, my future as an eternal memory of the perfect ideals and beliefs depends on them. Why? Why is Molly not using those drugged ingredients I keep sending her? Why didn't she use them when the brat arrived here? If she had, those two would – wait, who are that turtle, hippo and iguana?"
And only then do I notice that the pink hippo that had been with the other beasts has apparently gotten over his shock at hearing me scream and to my worry does he actually dress himself like what Muggles call wrestlers, which I know is people who fight and hurt each other on a profession base for actual payment – and with talent.
And while the fat thing only reaches halfway up my beard, can I tell that not all of his build exists out of just the fat weight that defines him as a hippo and the anger that burns in his eyes as he approaches me, slamming one of his fists in the other gloved hand makes me wonder if it would be considered acceptable to pull out my wand.
Yet Severus seems to recognize the threat as well as he has already drawn his wand and hisses: "Back, you filthy beast." Yet while many stand up at this insult, including the filthy Cooper beasts, does the stunner that Severus shoots at the mammal indeed hit him, but does it only make his next step falter for only a few seconds.
Severus reels back with his wand in shock at seeing this and then the hippo asks: "Is that the best you've got? I've felt blows from dumbass night guards that hurt more than that. Here, let me prove you what is real pain." And to my shock does the hippo punch his fist straight into Severus' stomach with incredible force.
Enough even that Severus doesn't just double over, but gets shot back like he wanted to try and do to the animal, his back hitting the china closet with great power and the china breaking either against his back or falling off shelves and breaking on his head, making me and a few others cringe, while the man sags down out cold.
The hippo snorts at seeing this and when I look at him, does he say: "Weakling, I was just warming up." And while, for the first time in forever, I feel fear for the actual so-called Cooper Gang, do I suddenly feel something very small and made of metal hitting me in the back, before blackness overcomes me.
And that is that!
A further look into what made Dumbledore kidnap Rin-Gin, change him into Harry and – wait, WHAT? The Dursleys aren't related to Lily? Lily never had a sister? Yep! I decided to give a really nasty twist to the whole Dursleys-Aren't-Harry's-Relatives idea, either way, more nasty than the fact that Harry is really Rin-Gin.
Did you like it,
Venquine1990
PS. Bentley used a Stun dart, nothing more.
