(Dumbledore's pov)

The ICW Conference was finally over. I packed quickly, needing to return to Hogwarts to prepare for the next school year, as well as make plans that would bring Harry back under my control.

There was a long wait at the International Floo Department, and I had no choice but to wait, as International portkeys are heavily monitored here, and apparition into and out of Germany has to be granted, which with all of the paperwork involved and waiting periods could easily take two weeks.

No, it took less time to just wait for my turn at the floo. While I waited I wondered how things were in England. I doubt much has happened in the few weeks I've been gone. Nothing ever really happens in England.

I thought about the plans I had been making in regards to my little puppet. I need to get him to the Burrow as soon as possible. He was able to get away from spending time with the Weasleys last year, all because of Lucius Malfoy, but this year he doesn't have that.

I will pick him up at Privet Drive, and take him to the Light family, even if I have to use force. Then, while he is there I can wean him away from his Slytherin friends, and get him to make proper friends. Miss Weasley can also use this time to get close to the Potter heir, thus insuring that he falls in love with her.

When it was finally my turn I handed the witch my papers and she sent me to floo 3, set for England.

When I exited floo I looked at the Atrium of the familiar Ministry of Magic. I nodded politely to the few people I saw moving about the building.

I turned around, going back into the floo, my thoughts on my private rooms at Hogwarts, which are located right above the Headmaster's office.

I stepped out of the fireplace in my office and the first thing I noticed was that the room was eerily silent.

(Harry's pov)

It has been 2 weeks since my Godfather became a free man, and I had talked to him about my extra Potions classes, while telling the older man that I was now working on 4th year Potions, and that by the end of my 3rd year I should be sitting for my OWL.

I had to explain that Severus would come in the evenings, the same days as I had scheduled during school, to watch me as I prepared whatever potion he had assigned. The other evenings are generally spent on essays or research.

I sat both men down and told them in no uncertain terms that if they had to be near each other for any reason what so ever, while on any of the Potter properties that they were to behave themselves. No insults, no pranks, no wand waving.

"You are just like your Mum. She would threaten to hex James and I whenever we were planning pranks on the Slytherins. If its that important to you Harry, I will be civil to Snape." Padfoot had replied to my demands.

"I guess I have to be civil with Black, but don't expect us to suddenly be friends or anything." Severus had agreed.

That was a week ago. Severus and Sirius are at least able to be civil with each other now, though I don't think they would ever be considered friends.

(Ginny's pov)

I was walking through Diagon Alley, on my way to Gringotts to get some of money out of the vault Dumbledore set up for me to use until I became Mrs Potter.

I walked up to the nearest available teller and handed the disgruntled creature my vault key. He looked the key over for several minutes longer than they usually do before he told me to wait where I was standing.

The goblin then left, taking my key with him. I waited for another ten minutes before the goblin returned, and rudely told me that my vault has been closed due to insufficient funds.

"How can that be? The last time I was here my vault held over 3000 galleons!"

"Not my problem. Now leave before the guards kick you out."

I glared at the useless beast before walking out with as much dignity as I could. I found Dad talking to Mr Diggory. After a few minutes of talking my father took me to the Leaky Cauldron so that we could floo home.

As soon as I got home I went to my Mum, but she was in the kitchen talking to Charlie, who is on a business trip to inquire about a young Welsh Green found in an old field.

"The Dragon's mother appears to be dead, apparently protecting the newly hatched baby. The mother had been dead for three days before the hatching was found."

"Is the little one alright?" Mum asked.

"Yes, she appears to be fine. A little hungry, and very frightened, but otherwise fine."

I greeted my mother and brother before giving mum a look that clearly said that I need to talk to her later. I ran into Ron on the way out of the kitchen and I dragged him into my bedroom to warn him about the fact that his vault might be closed.

It wasn't until after dinner that I had the chance to talk to my mother. We were in my bedroom as I sat in my bed, ready to sleep. My mum was sitting in a conjured chair beside me.

"Now Ginny dear, what did you need to talk about?"

"Well, I had Dad take me to Diagon Alley because I wanted to get some potions ingredients I need to get Harry. But when I went to get money out of my vault that was set up by Professor Dumbledore, the goblin refused to let me get the money out."

"Why would a goblin do that?"

"I don't know. The goblin claims that I don't have any money, which I know is a lie because I haven't touched the vault since before school started, and I had plenty of money then."

"That's strange dear. Considering a vault only needs two sickles to stay open, and that isn't really much."

"I know. I warned Ron to check on his vault, because if my money is gone, chances are that his money is gone too."

"I'll talk to Albus when he comes here with Harry. Don't worry dear, he will know how to fix it."

And with that my mum left my room and I went to sleep, dreaming of all of the things I would do once the Potter fortune is mine.

(Ron's pov)

I had just been kicked of Gringotts in such a humiliating way. Even though it was early morning when I had Mum bring me to the bank, there were still many people in the Alley, including a lot of students who had been out shopping for school supplies.

I had entered the bank only fifteen minutes ago, wanting to check on my vault, hoping that Ginny had been lying about her money being gone, but she was right.

I had made the mistake at yelling at the goblins about how they must have stolen my money, since they would be the only ones to access to my vault.

That got me mum and I forcibly removed from the bank, only for my mum to give the goblins a taste of her howler voice, which only made things worse as everyone in the alley, including shop owners and their customers to come out and watch the display.

I was only unfortunate to be unaware of exactly who had been watching.

(Dumbledore's pov)

It had taken me a few days to find out exactly what has been going on since I left for Germany.

(Flashback)

It had only taken me a few minutes to realize that I was not hearing any of my trinkets that were in my office.

The trinkets in question are the many items I have that monitor Harry Potter. Some of them monitor his magic use, some are connected to the wards I had placed on Privet Drive, and another was a tracker so that I know where the last Potter is, when he isn't within the wards I set up.

I had been shocked to find my office in complete disarray. I looked up at the portraits of all of my predecessors.

"What happened here?" It was Nigellus Black that answered.

"I don't know, the only thing we can tell you is that a couple of weeks ago that the trinkets started to emit colorful smoke which suddenly turned black. We feared that the smoke could start a fire, so we left to either other portraits of ourselves or into ones throughout the castle. When we came back all of the trinkets had shattered, and the office looked like this."

"Nobody knows what caused the smoke?" I asked, they all answered no. I checked Harry's life stone, which showed that he was still alive.

After that I decided that I needed to check on Privet Drive. I used an invisibility charm so that I wouldn't run in to any of the remaining staff members.

I stepped out of the the schools wards and apparated to the woods just outside of my destination.

The first thing I did, after transfiguring my clothes into normal muggle clothes, I went first to Arabella's house, only to find out that she had been visiting family at the time that my trinkets shattered. She hadn't noticed anything unusual.

I thanked her for her time, and walked a few streets to reach Number 4. I hadn't noticed this the last time I was here (granted it was 12 years ago and dark, and I had more important things on my mind at the time) but all of the houses were identical. Each house had an identical driveway, muggle transportation (I believe they are called cars) and immaculate front yards.

It made me wonder how I knew which house was the home of Lily 's sister. The only difference was a sign in front of one house that stated that it was for sale.

It took me a moment to realize that the house had belonged to the Dursleys.

I walked towards the house, thinking that it had to be a mistake. There was no reason for the muggle family to move.

"Are you looking to buy the house sir? I am the realtor, and I could give you a good price on this house." I heard a woman's voice behind me. She must have seen me staring at the house as I was trying to sense the wards.

"Actually I was looking for the family that lived here. They were friends of my son. Do you know why they moved?"

"I believe that they just didn't have the money to maintain this property, and they wanted to be closer to their son's school and the husbands workplace." She replied.

"What about their nephew?"

"I don't know anything about a nephew. From what I understand they only had one child living with them when they moved." She replied.

I did my best to look confused for a moment before shrugging it off, stating that perhaps the gave him up when money became an issue. I then asked for a tour of the house.

She led me into through the front door, and I allowed my magic to subtly read for any magical signatures, and I could see the fading signature that belonged to young Harry. It was barely there, telling me that he probably left with his aunt and uncle.

Just before leaving the house I obliviated the meeting from the woman's mind.

(End flashback)

After I returned to my office I looked over at the accumulation of Daily Prophets that I hadn't noticed before. I went through them for a few minutes, just glancing through when I came to an article that made my blood run cold.

Someone had found out that Peter Pettigrew was the Potter's Secret Keeper, and Sirius Black was a free man now.

It was time to call my most loyal minions.

(Harry's pov)

The summer was going by fast and before I knew it, it was August 1st. I had already told Sirius that I had a meeting at Malfoy Manor. I already told Padfoot about my friendship with Draco,and how they had a guest over that wants to meet with me today.

He already warned me to be careful, as he was unsure of their loyalty.

"After hearing what he has done to you, as well as what he did to me, I'm not a big Dumbledore supporter, but I'm no Death Eater either." He told me as I got ready for the meeting.

I nodded before heading to the floo, and calling out Malfoy Manor.

I landed in their entrance hall, and was greeted by Narcissa, who gave me the same warning of keeping an open mind in the meeting before she led me to Lucius's study.

I knocked on the door and waited for the Lord of the House to open the door in which I saw two men. Lucius Malfoy Sat across from a man that I had never met, yet felt oddly familiar.

"I finally get to meet you Harry Potter. I am Tom Riddle also known by the public as You Know Who."