For Warnings and Disclaimer see Chapter 1

Chapter 3: Dumbledore Devious

Last time…

"Hmm Harry Potter is it?" purred an unknown croaky voice from the shadows, while the pair of scaly arms gently wrapped around the bundle. "You will do perfectly." the same voice cooed softy as the arms carried the very special little boy deep into the forest. The Boy Who Lived was not seen again for many years…"

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As the mist settled over the great lake in Hogwarts School of Wizardry and Witchery grounds, a small silver trinket in the present headmasters office began to emit a piecing screech. And it was this noise that the great Albus Dumbledore woke to on the morning of October 31th, Al Hallow Eve or otherwise known as the nine-year anniversary of the Potter's deaths and the day that The Boy Who Lived defeated He Who Must Not Be Named.

Albus groaned wearily as he glared at the offending instrument, said instrument having seen it's objective compete stopped abruptly and silenced. That objective being to alert the now awake wizard, that he needed to check up on the little boy he had placed on the Dursley's doorstep nine years before. Why after nine years of isolation from magic should the little boy that was most likely taught to fear and hate anything magical, being visited by the very definition of the thing itself.

'To gain his trust' thought the discoverer of the twelve uses of dragon blood, as he put on his most awe-inspiring cloak. 'I need the child to be willing to be obedient and only faithful to myself.' Dumbledore contemplated as he started walking towards the outside of the schools wards. 'Can't have the chance of the little weapon going over to the other side, could he?' With this last piece of inner monologue the Light Lord vanished with an almighty crack.

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Petunia Dursley's life was perfect. It was perfect as in the way her neighbours both feared and loved the way no gossip could escape her, the way her perfectly mature son was The King of the Playground with many servant 'cough' "friends", her husband had got a raise at work which meant even more money (here she giggles mentally). And best of all no more freaks have come to darken her doorstep with pesky little boys. Yes, Petunia Dursley thought to herself, life was in all the sense was perfect, that was up in till the head freak showed up and started to ask questions.

The blonde was not happy, as she quickly made some watery tea for the "freaky man". She anxiously glanced out of the window, 'what would the neighbours think if they saw him in her living room' she fretted.

"Now Petunia, I am here concerning your nephew, if you'd be so kind as to tell me where the boy is." Dumbledore ordered in a grandfatherly tone.

Petunia was avoiding looking in the old mans eyes, as she gazed longing at Number 6's brand new garden gnome collection. So she replied "Why are you asking for him now after all this time, maybe he has moved on from that world".

"Hmm" Dumbledore hummed while trying to catch the muggle woman's eye. "Mrs Dursley I must stress the importance of me speaking with the boy, now where is he." Dumbledore growled starting to lose his patience from dealing with the inferior woman. When the woman again gave lest than satisfactory answer the old man went for the crotch shot. He took a deep breath and said…

"Petunia is your marriage a happy one?" Dumbledore asked, a picture of calm while there was a spitting fire behind those icy blue eyes.

"WHAT!" Petunia yelled horrified at the very prospect of it. "How dare you ask that!" The question had startled her so much that she had looked straight into the aged man's steel blue eyes. After a moment the strangely dressed man smiled and said to the woman "Never mind my dear, I was just trying to see if the child was growing up in a stable and happy household" he reassured her. "Thankyou for the tea Mrs Dursley, and I'm sorry that our visit must be cut short but I have a previous engagement to attend, Good bye". And with those parting words the headmaster left the household in a flash of multi coloured stars.

Petunia held her breath as she checked the room for any signs of the man, before letting it out with a sigh. 'That was too close' she thought. 'We must move before they figure it out about the boy and come for her and her family. With that decided the blonde started packing her many pictures of Dudley.

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Meanwhile Dumbledore was focusing on assembling the Order of the Phoenix, they had a boy to find.

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AN: Ok this is the third chappy of EE & FT. I hope you all enjoyed it and if any bodies wondering, yes Dumbles did read Tuney's mind. I want to thank preisempf for being my first reviewer ever and for giving me the inspiration to update faster. Love always GeenieMac