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A/n: Hello everyone. I hope that all of you are doing well in these troubling times for the world as a whole with the Coronavirus running around.

Unfortunately, there is something that I need to address. On FFn (fanfiction dot net), recently I received a review from demonboy121986 that said:

"good idea for a story and good first chapter but once one finds out dumbles stupidly got his way, it's not even worth reading further. DO NOT READ."

As you saw, the person mentions that it is a good idea and first chapter. What I do not appreciate, however, is the end of the review that tells people, "DO NOT READ."

The rules of this site (fanfiction dot net) state clearly the following regarding reviews:

"3. Respect the reviewers. Not all reviews will strictly praise the work. If someone rightfully criticizes a portion of the writing, take it as a compliment that the reviewer has opted to spend his/her valuable time to help improve your writing."

I respect that, but demonboy121986: Please do not go telling people in a public setting to not read my story. As my beta said to you in the PM he sent you, "Don't like, don't read."

I, as well as my beta, believe that you only read the first chapter and didn't read the rest of the story. If you do not like my writing, then you should leave this story alone! I am sorry that this story has not met your standards, but there are other stories on this sight which you may like.

I am sorry for those of you who keep giving me wonderful reviews and things like that on both sites, but this needed to be said. I can't reply to every single review, but your reviews are deeply appreciated none the less and encourage me to keep writing. One final thing, the scene from the Death lord is from my wonderful beta ILRB80. On that note, here is the next chapter. After verifying the information, updated to fix the birthday of Tom based on a review received on ffn (fanfiction dot net).

Chapter 6: Problems Part 2

August 6th, 1991

After the reporters had left, Ragnock quickly dispatched a team of Goblins along with Harry to the house of the Flamels. Bogrod was sent to somehow distract Dumbledore until Harry and the rest of the team came back.

The only thing that Bogrod thought of doing was to cause Dumbledore distress through the tracker, so he did just that. He fiddled around with it and after the tracker was modified, he pressed a few buttons and the fun began.

Albus Dumbledore was just outside the Flamels house when his arm began to hurt like crazy. It felt like someone had broken his arm and shoved his shoulder into a very highly heated oven. The pain was so bad that he collapsed on the floor where he screamed and thrashed. Of course, after he had had his hand cut off, beaten and his balls cut off by the other unknown wizard, he was not recovered. So, when he thrashed around on the hard concrete, his wrist with the broken hand also began to hurt. He had attached a temporary hand until he could find a more permanent solution to his problem. The temporary hand fell off and his arm started bleeding freely. The place where his balls used to be also hurt very much.

Suddenly, all of Dumbledore's worst memories began playing themselves in his mind, as if a dementor was standing right next to him. So Albus too many names Dumbledore did the only thing he could think of. He apparated back to Hogwarts. He would delay his plans for a few days. First, he needed to get himself fixed up. His arm was still hurting, but the pain was a bit less. Not looking where he was going was another mistake, because he did not see one of his instruments that he accidentally had dropped before he went out of his office. So, he fell over the instrument, fell to the floor, broke his instrument and got a bloody and broken nose because of his glasses. Dumbledore remembered the tracker from the Goblins and screamed, "I will kill each and every one of you, including your precious Harry. No, I won't kill him, I will—" Suddenly, a voice interrupted.

"Really, dark lord Dumbledore? I don't think you will be doing anything. Just remember, we will kill you before you can do anything if you turn up to any Gringotts bank around the world without being summoned for any reason."

Dumbledore was very angry and started destroying his office. At Gringotts, Bogrod had a smile on his face because he was having a lot of fun.

At the same time, Harry and a team of Goblins had just appeared at the edge of the Flamels estate.

**"Guys, we will need to figure out something to tell them, because they will want to know how we came across the information. The first thing we will do is tell them about the tracker and then your story, Harry."

"Okay."*

They began to walk up the path and one of them rang the doorbell.

A few moments later, the door was opened.

"Good morning, Lord Flamel, my name is Sharptooth and these are my companions from Gringotts bank. You may also notice that we have Harry Potter with us, but that is a long story. We are sorry to disturb you, but we have some news that you need to know and there is not much time."

Nicholas Flamel was stunned. After the Goblin had finished speaking, they all, including Harry, bowed to him. In all his considerable time on earth, he had never known them to bow to a wizard or Witch, ever. Of course, he had heard of the fact that the last wizard or witch they bowed to were the Hogwarts founders. He, along with his wife, also held them in high regard, unlike most people who saw them as creatures fit for banking and no more. He also knew that something was wrong. He could tell just by looking at their faces. He needed to find out what the problem was and fast.

"Please, honorable Goblins, rise. First, you never need to bow to me. May I ask what is going on? But before you answer that, please come in.

Because Nicolas and Perenelle were soul bonded, he sent a mental message to his wife explaining everything. Because the goblins and Harry Potter were able to pass through the wards unharmed, Nicolas did not worry. If the goblins and Harry Potter had come with harmful intent, then they would be ejected far away from the property.

While Nicolas escorted the visitors to the Living room, Perenelle brought a few snacks and cups of coffee.

"Welcome to Flamel manor," Nicolas said gesturing to the couch.

Harry and the goblins took a seat. Just then, Perenelle entered the room and sat with Nicolas opposite the visitors.

Harry decided to talk.

"Thank you for inviting us into your wonderful home. Again, we are sorry for the interruption, but we have lots of information to tell you and not much time, only a day at the most before dark lord Dumbledore recovers. First, my name is Harry Potter and I was adopted by the Goblins in 1984, after a man rescued me and they found out that I was being abused."

"Abused, Mr. Potter? Who were you living with before you were rescued? Nicolas broke in.

"Why are you calling Albus dark lord Dumbledore?" Perenelle asked.

Harry then cut his story short and then explained to the Flamels about his life. The pensive and the tracker proved Harry's story.

To say that Nicholas and Perenelle were furious would be an understatement. They understood perfectly why their guests were calling Dumbledore a dark lord. Nicholas spoke after the silence.

"Let me make this clear right now. Not even we would go so low as to do what this idiotic bastard has done. In fact, we would never think about doing it at all. For me personally, I can't believe that I took him as an apprentice all those years ago."

Perenelle then decided to speak after Nicholas left the room and went into a rage.

"My apologies Mr. Potter and master goblins, I think my husband has gone into some type of shock. Don't get me wrong, I am mad, but I seem to be able to have more control over my own anger. My question then is this, how would you like our help in getting revenge?"

"We will be very pleased if you became our allies and assisted us," Sharptooth said as a very sinister smile appeared on his face. "Like the muggles say, 'the more the merrier.' You, Mr. and Mrs. Flamel have treated everyone with respect, weather they are wizards, muggles or any creatures. The goblins do not forget. I think the quicker we make each other our allies, the better it will be.

Perenelle nodded and Harry Potter pulled two knives and a bowl from his pocket.

Nicholas had come out of his anger-induced state and had one of his hands extended like Perenelle and Harry had.

Sharptooth put his hand over the bowl. Harry, Nicholas, and Perenelle cut their hands and let a little bit of their blood fall into it.

Sharptooth did the same and another goblin called Grimmjaw spoke.

"Do you, Nicholas and Perenelle, swear on your life and magic that you will become the allies of the goblin nation?"

"Yes, we do," they responded.

A flash of golden light appeared in the bowl.

"Do you, Harry Potter, except the alliance?"

"Yes, I do."

"Do you, Harry Potter, Nicholas Flamel, Perenelle Flamel, and Sharptooth swear on your life and magic that you will forever remain truthful with each other, help each other in need, help each other to the best of your abilities and not cause each other harm?"

"Yes, we do."

And with these final words, the blood of the four people mixed itself together and omitted a blinding flash of white light which meant that the blood oath had been completed.

Harry and the goblins stayed for about fifteen more minutes planning how to deal with dark lord Dumbledore. The Flamels had also asked Harry to come over to the manor to see them and train with them whenever he was free. After being wished good luck with his plans to make Britain a dark lord free country, Harry and his team of goblins left.

August 7th, 1991

Harry decided now that Molly was disowned, it was time to tell the truth to the rest of the Weasley family. He suspected that Bill had told Arthur, but he wanted to tell how Ginny was kidnapped himself and bring them to the hospital wing.

Meanwhile at the burrow, Arthur Weasley was not having a good day. His wards had been going off quite a few times because Albus Dumbledore was trying to enter the burrow again.

Bill had just told him this morning about how Ginny had been taken from Diagon Allie and that a death-eater by the name of Peter Pettigrew was hiding in his family. He had been confused in the beginning, but when the truth of Sirius Black came out, Arthur was enraged. He had met James Potter, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, and Peter Pettigrew quite a few times. James and Sirius reminded him a lot of Gidian, Fabion, Fred and George. He had observed Sirius and James, and he had the impression that they cared for each other like brothers. So, when the news had been in the daily profit and the WWN that Sirius Black had betrayed his friends, James and Lily to Voldemort, to Arthur it did not make much sense. Furthermore, when he had heard that Black had been accused of killing Pettigrew and injuring a dozen muggles, he had been even more confused. He did not see Black as death-eater material, but the evidence was there. The blown-up street and Black laughing on the street like a madman as he was taken away was enough to convince Arthur that Black was guilty. But after the bombshell about Pettigrew living in his house for the last ten years was dropped, a lot of things started to make sense. Personally, he wanted to go and hurt the rat very badly, because he seen the rat looking at Ginny while she was undressing and in the shower. A man—no, a criminal who was old enough to be Ginny's father looking at her in that way just made Arthur even more furious.

Thinking back on what happened at Diagon alley, on one hand, Arthur was pleased that Harry Potter had taken Ginny to the hospital wing and on the other hand, he was angry at Harry for beating up Ron.

Yes, Arthur knew what Ron had been saying because Percy and the twins had told him, but still, he was only an eleven-year old boy. There was still a chance for him to come around. Another thought came to the forefront of his mind. What if Ron never came around? He pushed that question to the back of his mind and rubbed a hand over his forehead. He really didn't want to deal with this mess right now. Tomorrow he would ask Bill if he could visit Ginny.

He was about to get a bottle of Fire-whisky, but someone started knocking on his door.

He forced a smile on his face and opened the door only to find Harry Potter there.

"Good morning Mr. Weasley, can I come in?"

"Yes, of course Mr. Potter. How can I help you?"

"I'd like to apologize for what happened a week or so ago in Diagon Alley, is it possible for me to talk to your whole family so I can explain?"

Arthur looked at Harry for a second and then nodded.

Harry understood why Arthur was having second thoughts about this. He knew that he had gone too far in Diagon Allie. Some of his actions were totally uncalled for.

Uncovering the truth of Arthur's former wife, he had done that properly. But he had completely lost his temper when it came to Ron. He knew that Ron had gone past the point of no return, but looking at the situation from a father's point of view, Harry understood why Arthur would not be pleased with him.

He had beaten Ron quite badly, after all.

Arthur Weasley called his children to the living room.

Fred, George, Percy, Charley and Bill entered. As soon as they saw who was sitting next to their father, they all were curious as to why Harry Potter was at the Burrow.

"Hi. First of all, I'm really sorry for what I did the other day, I know what I did to Ron was over the top, but I believe it had to be done. Mr. Weasley, I am sorry about your wife as well."

Arthur and the rest of the family stared at Harry for a few seconds, clearly thinking about what to do next.

Arthur broke the silence.

"It's okay, lord Potter."

"None of that lord Potter stuff. Call me Harry," Harry said warmly.

Harry was accosted by Fred and George who dragged him off to their room.

"Son of Prongs, Fred said.

"Godson of Padfoot," George said.

"Bill told us,"

"That you are,"

"The son of Prongs,"

"Godson of Padfoot,"

"Honorary Nephew of Moony."

"Oh, master of pranks,"

"We are not worthy,"

"To be,"

"In your presence."

"We are,"

"Honored to,"

"Meet you,"

"And We,"

"Would like to,"

"Learn more pranks,"

"From you," the twins finished together.

"Harry could feel a headache coming on.

"Please speak one at a time," Harry said throwing his hands in the air with exasperation. "It really gets confusing for me.

Maybe once I know you better, you can finish each other's sentences. And please get up," Harry said to the twins who had thrown themselves at his feet.

"An idea started to form in his mind after he saw the aw and the respect that they held for him. He had decided to include them in his friend's circle and with time, tell them about the goblin way of fighting ETC.

They had lots of potential.

"Of course, I will tell you about lots of pranks. In fact, my friends and I will be pranking at Hogwarts as well. We can join forces if you like. The more the merrier, Afterall. And because I am the son of Prongs, godson of Padfoot, and honorary nephew of Moony, it is my responsibility to continue the work of the Marauders.

Fred, or was it George? It was hard to tell them apart rummaged around in their drawers and brought out a blank piece of parchment.

Harry came to the conclusion that the twins may want proof that he was the heir of Prongs so he cut his palm and let a drop of blood drop on the parchment.

The blood vanished and words started to appear.

Mr. Prongs says congratulations to his son for finding the map and hopes that he will continue the marauder's work.

Mr. Padfoot says, good on you for finding the map. Make sure to prank the slimy snakes.

Mr. Moony congratulates Prong's son for finding the map and hopes that he won't cause too much problems for the teachers.

Mr. Wormtail congratulates Prongs' son for finding the map and hopes that he keeps up with the pranks and gives old Snivellus a hard time.

To activate the map, simply tap your wand to it and say, 'I solemnly swear that I'm up to no good.' To deactivate it, tap it with your wand and say, 'mischief managed.'

After a few seconds, the lines disappeared.

Harry spent some time with the twins before going in the living room to talk privately with Arthur.

"Mr. Weasley, you and the rest of your family can come to the Gringotts hospital to see Ginevra if you want. Whenever you need to see her, please ask Bill, one of the goblins at Gringotts bank or myself. She is recovering at a good pace. Despite seeing how powerful she was, we still thought that it would take at least a month or more to recover. But at the rate things are going right now, we think that she may be released in approximately two to three weeks.

August 10th, 1991.

An owl dropped off a copy of the daily profit in front of Harry. Harry was just finishing his breakfast when Hermione, who had already finished, decided to open it.

A picture of Harry dominated the front page and the headline saying the truth about Harry Potter was alongside it.

Harry leaned in to red along with Hermione.

The truth about Harry Potter.

Over the last ten years we have all heard about Harry James Potter, the boy who lived.

Writes Rita Skeeter, Special Correspondent.

Yesterday I along with a few reporters got a chance to interview Harry Potter and what we have found is completely shocking.

There have been many fiction books about the young boy fighting dragons, living in a big castle with house-elves spoiling him and attending to his every need.

None of that is true. In fact, recent evidence has come to light that Harry Potter, is, in fact, not the boy-who-lived.

That's right, dear readers, Harry Potter is not the boy-who-lived.

It was Lily Potter's sacrifice which saved us all from the dark wizard lord Voldemort, also known as Tom Riddle, you-know-who and he-who-must-not-be-named ten years ago.

You may be wondering what became of the Potter's son, Harry.

Surely, he would be cared for and spoilt? Surely the child who we believed stopped the darkest lord there has ever been in history be given an order of merlin, first class?

But no. None of that happened. In fact, young Harry Potter was dropped on the doorstep of Lily Potter's sister, Petunia Dursleys house in the middle of the night with not even a warming charm to protect him from the bitter cold air.

You may be wondering, dear readers, who had done such a thing? Well, the answer is going to be shocking.

After reading the answer you may think that it is not true. This is why this reporter has put photos of the night in question.

The person who dropped Harry Potter on the doorstep of Petunia Dursley's house was none other than Albus Dumbledore, chief warlock, leader of the light, ETC.

Dumbledore was also the first person on the scene on Halloween of 1981 when the Potters were killed.

We must ask ourselves, did Dumbledore know that the Potters were going to be attacked?

Why did Dumbledore dump the young boy at his aunt's house's doorstep?

What if someone had found him and taken him away before his aunt or uncle came across him?

Unfortunately, dear readers, things get worse from here.

While Albus Dumbledore was assuring us that the young boy was fine, the young boy in question was being treated worse than a house-elf.

His relatives kept him locked in a cupboard, starved him and made him do all the work while his cousin was spoilt more than any parent would ever spoil their child.

If young Harry had a nightmare, instead of being comforted, he would get beaten. When he cried because of all the pain, he was also beaten for making too much noise.

Pictures of Harry's back being bruised and bloody appeared. Pictures of Harry doing the work, Harry getting thrown in his cupboard and his uncle Vernon raising a belt also appeared.

James Potter along with his wife Lily Evans Potter were part of Dumbledore's secret organization called the order of the phoenix.

Dumbledore also knew what kind of people Mrs. Potter's sister and her husband were. He also had the Potter's will sealed, just a few hours after their deaths.

We must ask ourselves, why did Dumbledore seal the Potter's wills? If Dumbledore knew what kind of people Vernon and Petunia were, why did he put the Potter's son with them? Did he want Harry Potter to die, or perhaps, let him be abused and rescue him so that he could gain the young boy's loyalty to him?

Afterall, all of us know that Harry Potter is very famous right now and that people would do anything for him.

Is Albus Dumbledore as light as he seems?

All these questions and so much more need to be asked.

After the tragedy of Halloween 1981, Albus Dumbledore has been showing us photographs of the young boy.

However, after four years, Dumbledore declined to show us pictures of Harry Potter, assuring us that the young boy was safe.

The reason why photographs were not shown was because Harry Potter was rescued.

That's right, dear readers, a few people found out the living conditions of the young boy and took it upon themselves to rescue him and hide him away until now. A wise decision, if I say so myself. We wouldn't want young Harry to be handed over to either Albus Dumbledore or people like him, would we?

The wizard, Conner Winters who went to the house to rescue the boy was enraged to see how young Harry was being treated.

Those of you who were following the muggle news back then would have surely heard about number four, privet drive going up in flames.

If you haven't, then this is what happened.

A picture of an article from the muggle newspaper appeared.

Housefire in Privet drive.

Some of us have already heard about or witnessed number four, privet drive going up in flames.

Writes Jeffry Thompson, Special Correspondent.

Yesterday, a housefire mysteriously began at number 4 Privet Drive.

At number four, Privet drive lived Vernon Dursley, his wife, Petunia, their son, Dudley and their nephew, Harry Potter who the Dursleys said was a trouble-maker.

Witnesses report that an old man went inside the house and came out with a little boy on his back.

As soon as the man and child came out, the house went up in flames.

"It was just like magic. I have never seen anything like it before." Said the anonymous witness.

At this time, police have informed us that the fire is being treated as a suspicious occurrence but there is no need for panic. What's even stranger is the fact that only one house was affected and there was no damage to any other property.

The anonymous witness had more to add.

"I saw another man running toward the house, I assume that this man had seen the fire and had come to investigate. However, the younger man observed the older man carrying the boy out of the house.

Just then, another boy came running toward the house. I watched the old man talk to the boy and wave a wooden stick at him. The boy who was on the old man's back was consoling the other boy who had burst into tears.

The younger man then suddenly ran at the old man and two children, grabbed them and vanished into thin air as if by magic. I was unable to see the faces of anyone. However, when the men and children disappeared, I quickly called the fire department and police and ran out to investigate. A lady by the name of Arabella fig looked out her window and saw the house. I assume that she had gone into shock when she collapsed. After I had called the ambulance, I stuck around to see if I could get more information about the strange things that I saw. Sadly, Arabella Fig didn't make it. She had died of a heart attack."

"Rest assured the police are investigating this and will have guards stationed across Privet drive for at least a month just in case," said serjeant Alan Baker.

Rita's article continued.

So, there you have it, readers. I, for one, still find it hard to believe that Albus Dumbledore, a man most of us have respected and looked up to can be capable of this.

In the interview we found out that the old man, who was called Conner Winters was portkeyed away with Harry Potter by a goblin called Griphook.

Harry was then adopted by director Ragnock and raised by the goblins of Gringotts. He has been training with the goblins and his two friends, Neville Longbottom and Hermione Granger.

His cousin, Dudley Dursley has also been receiving training in everything except magic because he is a squib.

Harry Potter had this to say.

"Hello everyone. My name is Harry Potter.

I don't want you to start attacking muggles just because the ones who raised me for three years were cruel. Not all of them are evil. I know a few muggles who are good and I am proud to call them family.

We must be thankful that, even with all the adversity the young boy had to go through, he did not blame all muggles. Albus Dumbledore has been responsible for two dark lords rising. By placing young Harry with his abusive family, he might have been responsible for a third dark lord rising if Harry had chosen to take revenge on the world for abandoning him.

Harry Potter, now at the age of eleven years, has decided to claim his inheritance.

Some of you readers may not believe that all of this is true, but Harry swore on his flesh, blood, life and magic that everything he has been telling us is the truth.

A picture of Harry raising his hand and another picture of the golden light that surrounded Harry appeared.

Below that was his inheritance. Another picture of Harry wearing all his house rings and the Black heir ring also appeared.

Another article on the next page said,

The truth about you-know-who:

We all know that lord Voldemort started a war in the nineteen seventies.

Writes Rita Skeeter, special correspondent.

In Harry Potter's interview, facts that he-who-shall-not-be-named tried to hide also were revealed.

We all know what you-know-who was fighting for. Some say that he wanted to take over the world. Some say that you-know-who became a dark lord because of his harsh upbringing. Some say that you-know-who was a blood supremacist.

Well, dear readers, you have the truth.

When you-know-who cast the killing curse at young Harry, a part of Voldemort went inside Harry where his lightning bolt shaped scar used to be. The goblins removed that part of the dark lord sometime in 1984.

This, however, had unintended consequences. When the part of Voldemort was removed from the young boy, he received all of you-know-who's memories and was able to tell us his story. It is our duty to see that the truth is printed. Most of this may be hard for you to believe, that is why this reporter has got photos as proof.

The article then went on to explain all of Voldemort's story as well as Slytherin's story.

The article was ended with the two questions.

Why did headmaster Armando Dippet not involve the DMLE when the supposed person, Rubius Hagrid, who was obviously framed by the charming, charismatic, brilliant student Tom Riddle not receive a fair trial?

Why was he expelled on the words of a mere boy?

Hagrid, at that time had an Acromantula which was still dangerous. But you, dear readers saw Slytherin's monster which was obviously a Bazalisk, not an Acromantula.

We yet again come to the chief warlock, supreme mugwump, ETC Albus Dumbledore.

He could have pushed for a trial.

Why didn't he do that?

The next article was completely about the backstabbing, no good, lying piece of shit, the biggest dickhead of the world, Peter Fucking Pettigrew.

Even looking at his ugly face on the paper, Harry wanted to cast Avada Kedavra on him for about a dozen times.

The bastard was smiling and blinking up at Harry with a smile on his face.

The article showed everything. Dumbledore's given mission to befriend and ruin the lives of three fine young boys, becoming an animagus, becoming a death-eater, participating in raids, giving information about the order to Voldemort, betraying Harry's family and instead of telling everyone that he was living with the Weasleys, the article went on to explain that Pettigrew was hiding with a wizarding family and that he had been captured.

The next article was all about Arthur finding out shocking truths about his wife right up to the fight with Dumbledore.

Things did not look good for Albus Dumbledore, especially how Rita had described him during the fight between Arthur, the unknown wizard and himself.

When Dumbledore and Molly read the profit, they were both furious. They, however, were not able to vent their frustration because owls carrying howlers came for them. In two minutes, if a person would have gone in the room, all they would have seen was a sea of red letters and the noise so deafening that they would have gotten def in a matter of minutes.

"Albus Dumbledore! How dare you do this to the poor boy! "Molly No name! How could you treat your daughter in this way? How dare you keep a criminal in your home?"

"Albus Dumbledore! We are ashamed to have respected you! If we could go back in time, we would have destroyed you for good!"

And so, the howlers continued like this, with most of them having very nasty curses in them. Our pretentious light lord was pissed off to the extreme. He tried to call one of the house-elves of the school to help him to do damage control, but none of them on the strict orders of Lady Hogwarts responded. They all knew that they would probably be dismissed from service if they disobeyed; she was not in a forgiving mood at all with regards to Dumbledore.

Albus Dumbledore was not the only person that lady Hogwarts was pissed off at. Headmasters before him had caused a lot of damage to the way how things were done, having favoritism, not punishing students properly and the injustices that had happened because of them. Rubius Hagrid was an example. What had been done to him was inexcusable. Armando Dippet had really crossed the line on that one. Not to mention that it was illegal, because the Ministry of Fools as Hogwarts liked to call them was never created at the time she was and even if that were the case, they would never own any part of the school. Expelling a student without questioning or a trial was just one of the mistakes that the stupid old man made. There were many more mistakes that he had made in regards to Tom Riddle. Who knows? if the boy had been kept on a leash, then the threat which was lord Voldemort would have been neutralized or Tom might have not become that person after all.

Phineas Nigellus Black was another headmaster which had not done his duties properly. Showing favoritism to his own house and treating muggleborns poorly were examples of his incompetence. But Albus Dumbledore was another matter altogether. Albus Dumbledore had gone too far and the house-elves knew that. They were anticipating this year, because the true mistress, lady Hogwarts herself had told them that her heirs would be coming. They knew that once the heirs returned, things would change. And so, from the first of January 1991, the house-elves had started becoming rebellious and tried not to follow the directions from the man with the silver hair and beard, as well as from the man with shoulder-length greasy black hair. Those two were a threat to the school and the house-elves wanted to be on the winning side. Because they were treated nicely by the kindest mistress in the world, they were determined to help her heirs make the world a better place however they could.

Hogwarts also remembered some of the wonderful students that had gone through her halls. She started to think about the Simpson twins, an abused pair. Despite the hell that was their life from ten years on, they went out into the world wanting to do the right thing. Hogwarts still remembered all the times she and madam Pomfrey, who she thought was the best heeler in the world, would heel them, all because of bullies that were in the school. She remembered the day she wanted to memory charm them, with consent of course, that was probably one of the hardest things she had to do in a long time. She still remembered the sad look on both faces of the crying teens before it took effect.

Flashback: June 1988.

"Chloe, Mathew, please come here before you leave. I need to talk to both of you." Hogwarts said in their minds.

A few minutes later, the twins were standing in the room of requirement, waiting for Hogwarts to speak. Hogwarts did not want to go ahead with her plan, but she knew that she had no choice. She had to remain a secret until her heirs came back. Sacrifices needed to be made for the greater good, she had thought before speaking. Unlike Dumbledore, Hogwarts did whatever she had to do for the greater good of the world, not her own. She would take off that spell once the heirs returned.

"Mathew, Chloe, before I say anything else, I would like to congratulate you for working hard, having fun and making friends throughout your time at this school. Helga would be very proud to have had you in her house. I am also very proud that despite witnessing the deaths of your parents and the difficult times you have faced in the muggle world; you have decided to do the right thing. Most people would have either joined or became a dark lord/lady to take revenge on the world who treated them so poorly. I can only hope that once you leave this castle, that you continue the good work and become good citizens of the United Kingdom. Remember to always choose what is write over what is easy. Now, as to why I have called you here. I would like to, with your consent, place a modified version of the Fidelius charm on you. Please understand that I don't ask this to upset you, I want to protect you and myself, just until my heirs come back."

The twins were in shock, never did they think that lady Hogwarts would ever do something like that. At the same time, they could see the tears in her eyes as she spoke and knew that this was not easy for her to do. Matthew decided to speak.

"Hogwarts, what does this charm do and how does it work when casting it?"

"Well, this is an older variation of the charm used to hide things. The beauty of this one though, is that not even a legilimens, no matter how much they try, will never be able to tell that there is protected information. As for casting? It's just a little wandless spell, nothing other than that."

The twins quietly spoke to each other, starting to feel extremely sad.

"Mat, I think that we should allow Hogwarts to do this. Had it not been for her and madam Pomfrey, we probably would not be here now."

"I agree," said Matthew.

"she and the mediwitch have done so much for us, individually as well as together and…"

Matthew began crying softly, thinking about all the things Hogwarts and Pomfrey had helped him through. From nightmares, to career advice, he would always remember that. A few seconds later, Chloe followed and they hugged each other for a few minutes then turned back to Hogwarts.

Mat decided to speak, still feeling sad.

"Hogwarts, we will allow you to do this, but I don't think you understand what it has meant to us both, finding someone that we could talk to about many things. We will miss you a lot. We will never forget your and madam Pomphrey's kindness and what you both did to help us. For the last seven years, you have been like a mother figure and your counselling sessions have been superb. We understand why this has to be done, even though we may not like it. We both trust you with our lives, therefore we will allow you to place the charm. And Hogwarts? I know it's already been said, but please thank Pomfrey as well."

Hogwarts, after seeing the twins emotional also began to weep. After a few minutes where Hogwarts and the twins met in a three-way hug, Hogwarts stood opposite them waving her hands in a very intricate pattern. White light engulfed their vision and they yelled in pain. "keep... your... face... up..." Hogwarts said with a lot of effort. Suddenly, Hogwarts was in their heads. Flashes of memories began playing in their minds until Hogwarts had sealed all the memories about her in a container in their heads. She performed the spell, and in a matter of minutes, the container was invisible to all except Hogwarts herself.

End flashback.

Chloe and Mathew Simpson were in the numbers of the best police officers in London. The normal public presumed and the chief inspector as well as the super intendent held the same opinion, that they had a natural talent for apprehending criminals and doing their jobs properly. There were, however, many things which were strange about those two siblings. Not much was known about them and the brother and sister weren't answering a few questions which had at first made the super intendent Alex Jones hesitant to employ them. The only information which was known about them was that their parents had been killed by a fat, balding man with rat like features and bucked teeth. There were records of them living in an orphanage, but they had run away after a few months, because no one would listen when they tried to tell the staff that they were being abused. Even stranger was that they had disappeared from the face of the earth for seven years. The only thing that was known was that they had been accepted in a private school in Scotland. But Alex Jones never regretted employing the Simpsons. They were truly the best out there.

The muggles, however, were not far from the truth.

Mathew and Chloe's parents had indeed been killed in 1980.

Chloe and Mathew had been in the living room with their parents when the fat, balding man had decided to attack. The twins had good reflexes and had decided to hide. They were very skilled at playing hide and seek, so hiding was no problem for them. Because they had no living family members left, they had to go to an orphanage.

Life at the orphanage was very bad. Being abused and thinking on how to escape were the only things that they had to do for most of the time.

On their eleventh birthday, a witch called Minerva McGonagall had come to the orphanage and told them that they were a witch and wizard. They had then gone to Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry and they did not really like it there much. The potions professor, Severus Snape had been more focused on bullying them instead of teaching them and they had been hexed and cursed by the Slytherins who were calling them horrible names such as mudbloods. They had tried going to staff-members, but they all dismissed the twins and let the Slytherins go unpunished. Snape was especially mad and said stuff like, "These stupid Hufflepuffs are lying," and gave detentions as well as took points for supposedly lying.

Lady Hogwarts herself had been helping them because she sensed great potential in them. Unfortunately, she had to put a modified version of the Fidelius charm on their minds because she didn't want them to either willingly or accidentally reveal information about her being alive just yet. That charm that she put on them was only known by the founders and the brilliance of the charm was, that even if the strongest legilimens were to force themselves into the mind of the person the charm had been cast on, the legilimens would not be able to even detect that information was blocked.

newspapers were overflowing with stories that were celling fast about the man who left a baby on a doorstep of an abusive family in November 1981. One of these was an opinion peace written by the same man that broke the story about the fire seven years ago.

Opinion: Albus Dumbledore: An accessory to child abuse

By Jeffry Thompson, special correspondent.

Seven years ago, I covered a story about a housefire on Privet Drive in Little winging. More photographic and video evidence has come through to the police, which make me firmly believe that Mr. Dumbledore is most definitely an accessory to child abuse.

Seven years ago, the Dursley's house was burnt down. Unfortunately, that person or those people have not been apprehended yet. I believe that these are the same people who burnt down the Dursley's house who sent the evidence to the police.

Some of you, who had interacted with Mr. Vernon Dursley and Mrs. Petunia Dursley may find it hard to believe, but after seeing the evidence and questioning Mrs. Marge Dursley, sister of Vernon Dursley, we are certain that Harry James Potter, like many other children, has been a victim of child abuse.

Pictures of Vernon striking Harry with his belt, Petunia hitting him over the head with a frying pan, Marge's dogs running after Harry and so many more pictures appeared.

The article continued.

Mrs. Marge Dursley was arrested yesterday for aiding her brother and sister in-law with abusing Harry Potter.

A picture of Albus Dumbledore appeared.

Albus Dumbledore, an even bigger threat.

This man, Albus Dumbledore was responsible for dropping young Harry Potter on the doorstep of the Dursleys on a cold November night in 1981.

This was after Harry's parents had been murdered by a terrorist who called himself Lord Voldemort.

It may be possible that Albus Dumbledore may have not known that Lily Potter's sister, Petunia Dursley was abusive, but more evidence has come to light which suggests that Dumbledore had known the Potters for a long time. Furthermore, his actions are disgusting. Leaving a fifteen-month-old baby on a doorstep on a cold November night with only a letter is one of them. Meanwhile, the police are looking for him. There is a five-thousand-pound bounty on his head. Yes, readers, that is correct. Whoever captures the criminal Albus Dumbledore and brings him in to the police station alive will be given five thousand pounds.

This man is partly responsible for the deaths of his sister, Ariana Dumbledore, Bengy Fenwic, Carodoc Dearborn, the Mackinnons, Gidian and Fabian Pruitt, Dorkis Medows, James and Lily Potter and so many more. He has had a big part in world war two and is responsible for sending an innocent man, Sirius Black to prison with the help of his accomplice Peter Pettigrew who is presumed to be dead.

You, dear readers, may be thinking that I have got my facts wrong, or am not telling the truth. But in the next article, everything shall be revealed about Dumbledore and Lord Voldemort.

The next two articles came out a few days later explaining the modified version of the two men's entire stories.

The first article read: The truth about Lord Voldemort.

This evil man's story begins with a man named Tom Marvolo Riddle. According to information I received, the man had an affair with a woman named Merope Gaunt sometime in the nineteen twenties. When the woman was pregnant, Tom Riddle senior left Merope, thinking that he had been somehow bewitched to love her. A rather cruel gesture on his part, if I say so myself. The woman had no money, no food, no shelter, nothing. On the last day of the year, December 31st, 1926, she gave birth to a beautiful baby boy at Wools orphanage by the name of Tom Marvolo Riddle.

A picture of Merope handing the baby to the matron Mrs. Coal appeared.

Tom Riddle was bullied and abused for most of his time at the orphanage, just because he was smarter and more cunning than the rest of the children living there.

Photos of Tom being hit, Tom's things being ripped up, people tripping Tom up and people steeling his possessions appeared.

the article continued.

Tom Riddle was offered a place at a private boarding school in Scotland where he was educated for about seven years.

Sometime in the nineteen forties, Tom Riddle senior and his parents were murdered. Frank Brice was the main suspect, and people, still to this day, believe that he had killed the Riddles. However, recent evidence has come to light and it is with great sadness that I have to say that Tom Riddle junior murdered his own father, Tom Riddle and his grandparents, Merry and Thomas Riddle. I, personally, am quite sad to hear that Tom Riddle junior had started killing at such a young age. Then again, often children who have been abused have turned to this path.

Those mysterious fires which had started up in the nineteen seventies were also Tom's doing.

Tom Riddle was very good at persuasion. He created an anagram of his name, which was Lord Voldemort. If you rearrange the letters of Tom Marvolo Riddle, you get I am Lord Voldemort, which, in French, means flight from death. He worked in secret along with his followers who were called the death-eaters, and they had many people who were sympathetic to their cause. Tom and his death-eaters started attacking random buildings and took great joy in killing. Those merciless thugs were not content with killing adults and animals, they went as far as raping and killing women and defenseless children. Can you believe that? Some of their victims were killed slowly and painfully, some given a poison which left no mark on their bodies and some burnt alive.

The question that needs to be asked is this, how could they cause unspeakable horror and not think about the lives of others?

That, dear readers, is something that you will have to find the answer to yourself.

Voldemort and his followers continued with their killing spree until October 31st, 1981.

On that fateful day, Voldemort found out the secret hideout of the Potters. This man had been after the Potters for nearly a year, and they were advised to go into hiding. The reason why this man wanted the Potters dead is currently unknown.

The Potters were a part of a vigilante group called The Order of The Phoenix which was founded by Albus Dumbledore.

You, dear readers, maybe wondering and be confused as to what is going on. If the Potters were in Dumbledore's group, why would he want them dead? This maybe a question which may be asked by most of you, well, the answer is this. Albus Dumbledore has a habit of playing people like chess pieces on his board. The people who he does not like, he sacrifices. 'For the greater good,' he says and continues like he is not responsible.

Voldemort, unfortunately, killed lord and lady Potter, James and Lily, but was not able to kill the scion of house Potter which was there son, , Harry James Potter, heir to the most noble and ancient house of Potter.

After that day, there were no attacks. There were a lot of rumors about Voldemort. Some say he died, some say he lost his powers, some say that he has stopped attacking because he wants people to relax and go about their everyday lives before he takes the world by storm. Unfortunately, the truth is not yet known. I can safely say that Voldemort is not a threat to us at the moment, but of his followers who have escaped prosecution may start up the attacks, so be careful!

The next article read: the truth about Albus Dumbledore

Albus Percival Wulfric Bryan Dumbledore was born in 1881 to Percival and Kendra Dumbledore.

He had two siblings: Ariana Dumbledore, his sister and Abeforth Dumbledore, his brother.

Albus also went to this private boarding school in Scotland. Name is not disclosed for security reasons.

A lot happened before Albus went to this boarding school.

Albus's sister Ariana was attacked by a few boys and his father took it upon himself to get revenge. Percival was later caught and sent to prison for attacking those boys. The consequences of that attack were dire. Ariana was permanently damaged and had to be locked in the cellar so she couldn't be a danger to herself or others.

Albus went to the same boarding school as Tom Riddle.

He became friends with a boy called Alphius Doge, who had chicken pocks. The Dumbledore name had a big reputation because of what his father had done.

After leaving this private boarding school, Albus decided to go on a world tour with his dimwitted but devoted friend/sidekick Elphias Doge.

The two men were staying in a hotel preparing to go to Greece the next morning; when a letter bearing bad news arrived. Albus's mother had passed away.

Suddenly the two men's plans were cancelled.

Albus went back to his home town to supposedly care for his brother and sister, but many people said he ran wild.

So, what was Albus doing, if not comforting his wild young brother? The answer, it seems, is ensuring the continued imprisonment of his sister. For though her first jailer had died, there was no change in the pitiful condition of Ariana Dumbledore. Her very existence continued to be known only to those few outsiders who, like Doge, could be counted upon to believe in the story of her "ill health."

Another such easily satisfied friend of the family was Bathilda Bagshot, a person who has lived in the same town as the Dumbledores for many years.

Kendra, of course, had rebuffed Bathilda when she first attempted to welcome the family to the village, but several years later, Bathilda had written to Albus during his time at the boarding school, being favorably impressed with one of his essays he had written.

This initial contact led to acquaintance with the entire Dumbledore family. At the time of Kendra's death, Bathilda was the only person in Godric's Hollow who was on speaking terms with Dumbledore's mother.

The very same summer that Dumbledore went home to Godric's Hollow, now an orphan and head of the family, Bathilda Bagshot agreed to accept into her home her great-nephew, Gellert Grindelwald.

They became very close friends and that eventually turned into love. They both thought about different ways on how to take over the world. Albus, however, did not care for his poor sister, but instead was seen in the company of Gellert. By this point, one of them had come up with the phrase 'for the greater good,' the meaning of those words is currently unknown.

Abaforth Dumbledore, however got tired of Albus's attitude and after a year of them becoming lovers, Abaforth confronted them. What happened is currently unknown but a three-way fight had started. Ariana Dumbledore, curious about what was going on, came to investigate, but was unfortunately killed by Albus. Whether it was an accident or not is currently unknown. We now move on to him being the headmaster of this private school and his actions during that time, such as placing young Potter on the doorstep of his abusive relatives. You may be asking yourselves what made him do that to a pour defenseless baby boy? At this point, we may never know. Before we continue with Albus's actions towards young Harry Potter, I would like to walk you through how Harry Potter was born, why Albus set his parents up to die and so much more.

Ever since Voldemort had started his attacks in the nineteen seventies, Albus had created a vigilante group called The Order of The Phoenix. This group was created for the sole purpose of eliminating the threat that was Voldemort and his henchman. According to my sources, it appears that Dumbledore told his people to knock the members of the Death-eaters unconscious then either wait for law enforcement to arrive, or get somebody to take them away from the field of battle, which often left the order members vulnerable to attack. You see, if a death-eater got knocked out, one of his or her Conrad's would revive them again. Dumbledore was quite clear on not killing any of Voldemort's army. Because those people followed Dumbledore's demands, they ended up dying, where as if the order members would have permanently injured people like cutting off limbs, then a lot more people (including James and Lily Potter) may have still been alive.

Some members Dumbledore unfortunately made plans for to die and that did happen. Some accident would be arranged for the unfortunate victim who was on Dumbledore's kill off list.

James and Lily Potter were on Dumbledore's list of people to get rid of and so they were killed. After Dumbledore made sure that Voldemort had found the cottage in which the family of three resided, he came calling to their house on Halloween.

James Potter was killed first then It was Lily's turn. But when Voldemort tried to kill the Potter's son, something happened to Voldemort. Many people have said that the man lost his powers, some say he is alive but planning a surprise attack after things have calmed down and many other theories which are out there. Dumbledore was the second person on the scene after the boys' godfather Sirius Black, who instead of being a responsible godparent decided to hunt down and kill the person which gave the location of the cottage to Voldemort. He was later on framed and sent to prison without a trial where he currently resides. Dumbledore got a few of his people involved to make sure the man never got a trial or was killed while being escorted to the prison. Albus Dumbledore then dropped Harry Potter on his relatives (the Dursleys) doorstep like a bottle of milk with just a letter telling them to do whatever they wanted.

There was another woman that had been watching the Dursley family all day. She said to Albus that they were the worst kind of people imaginable and she would take him to live with some other people she knew, or even take him in herself. The man refused and told her firmly to not worry about it too much.

We can only hope that wherever Mr. Harry Potter and Mr. Dudley Dursley are, that they are having a good life and doing well.

The copy of the letter is this.

Dear Mr. and Mrs. Dursley,

Today James and Lily Potter were killed and I'm sure that you will be very happy after hearing this.

This is their baby boy (Harry James Potter) to do with what you like.

Please do me a favor and give him ten whacks with your belt on his back from me every day, without telling him of course. This little toy would be a very good thing to use to take out your frustrations.

I don't care what you do with him now, but please keep him mostly healthy on his eleventh birthday when he is to be going to Hogwarts.

Fifty thousand pounds will be given to you each if you keep him healthy and alive during his Hogwarts school years. He will be dead before he turns eighteen and you will be given the privilege of delivering the last blow and making four legs for your bed with the bones of his arms and legs.

All the best,

A.P.W.B. Dumbledore

I want to remind the readers that there is a five-thousand-pound reward for the person that brings Dumbledore into the police station alive. Not that they are asking to risk your life or anything. If you see this criminal, please either go to the nearest police station or call the police immediately. A man like him has only one sentence hanging over him and that is death. He shall be taken to the gallows to be hanged straight after he has been questioned by the Simpson twins, the best policeman and policewomen in London.

There were mixed reactions to the articles.

A man with greasy black hair and a hooked nose (Severus Snape) sat in his house in spinners end drinking his fourth goblet of Fire-whiskey.

A muggle newspaper as well as a daily profit lay on the table and smashed furniture lay all around him on the floor.

Severus couldn't believe what he had been reading a few hours ago, if it were not for photographical proof.

Lily's son was being abused? He had been living with Petunia?

Dumbledore was an evil, lying, manipulative, twisted bastard?

The dark lord was a bastard son of a muggle and a squib?

All the questions rang in his head as he started on his fifth glass.

But then a feeling of hatred rose up in him.

Harry Fucking Potter was also James Potter's son. He would have undoubtably had become just like his father.

He was rescued for fuck's sake. What was the big deal anyway?

The abuse had happened a long time ago. He had been rescued, he was trained and now he was, talking, making oaths, claiming inheritances, getting photos taken… just like his retched father. Wanting the fame, talking shit about Dumbledore to get more support. Maybe wanting to become the leader of light as well.

"Potter! Potter! Potter!" he yelled. "Why do you fuckin morons have to ruin my already fucked up life? James Potter took away my Lily from me and Harry Potter, you are going to be a pain in my ass when you enter Hogwarts!

"Avada Kedavra!" he yelled.

Green light flashed around the room and his fireplace was blasted to smithereens.

At Hogwarts, dark lord Dumbledore was notified that his spy, Severus Snape, had used an unforgivable curse at his Muggle home, he had setup wards and done a few spells to tell if he ever cast such things. He left to see what was going on as soon as he could.

Molly who was with him, came along too.

A mess.

That is how Severus Snape's house could be described at the moment.

Broken furniture littered the floor, a fireplace was blasted into smithereens, a broken bottle of Fire-whiskey was right next to a very messy Severus Snape whose hand was freely bleeding. A piece of a broken goblet was deeply imbedded in his palm. A couple of soggy papers lay in his lap.

There were only a couple of conclusions which Dumbledore could come up with and for once, he prayed he was wrong.

Molly just stood to one side, shocked that a house could be so messy.

Because Snape's mental shields were currently down, Dumbledore performed legilimency to find out what was going on.

A few minutes later he exited Snape's mind, repaired the house and furniture so it was back to its normal condition, refilled Snape's Fire-whiskey bottle, fixed his goblet and gave him a hangover potion.

A few things happened at once:

Molly came out of her shock, Snape stood up and the two men as well as Molly let out a roar of rage in unison, cursing the name Potter and why it had to bring trouble to them.

In a large manor in Yorkshire, Lucius Malfoy's mouth fell open in shock for the first time in years.

He had a close call ten years ago when he had claimed that he had been under the imperious curse. Nobody believed him, but after slipping a few hundred gallions in the pockets of the right people, he and a few families like the Carrows, Knots, Avery's, ETC escaped prosecution.

He had wanted to get his hand on the Potter brat for two reasons.

Because the boy-who-lived had a lot of influence. Anyone would listen to Harry Potter because he had, after all, defeated the dark lord. Lucius did not believe the bullshit coming out of people's mouths. He knew with one hundred percent certainty that a mere child couldn't have been the cause of the downfall of the dark lord. If he had the support of the boy-who-lived, then he could get many laws passed through the Wizengamot.

He also wanted to see what had actually happened on the Halloween night of 1981.

He wanted to get Dumbledore's reputation in tatters and removed from society. So, when he had seen the daily profit this morning, he was over the moon with happiness. If he played his cards right, then everything would be done.

From the harsh upbringing Potter had had with the muggles, it would take some time, but Lucius was sure that within a few days, he would be able to sway him to his side and way of thinking. When or if the dark lord did return, Harry Potter, instead of being the dark lord's nemesis would instead be serving him. The boys' parents would be rolling in their graves with shame of how their son turned out. Oh well, it was their own fault they got killed anyway and Dumbledore's of course, for putting the boy with those filthy animals.

He was also angry. He had intended for Draco to be inheriting the lord Black position, but the bastard Sirius Black had made Potter his heir.

He would see what to do about Longbottom and the mudblood later on.

The main focus was, so far, getting the Potter boy on his side.

Lucius Malfoy entered Gringotts. He was going to try and get Harry Potter, but the seen inside made him pause.

Dolores Umbridge was shouting.

"How dare you say no to your betters, half-breed? Harry Potter needs to be taken into the ministry for his own good!"

He then appeared. Jet black hair flowing around his head, emerald green eyes flashing with barely controlled rage. Neville Longbottom appeared. Lucius saw that he got most of his looks from his mother and he, also, was holding himself, straight-backed and proud with hatred burning in his eyes. A blond boy who looked like the Dursley's came with a weapon of some sort in his hand.

"And just what do you think you are doing, madam? How dare you call my family half-breeds!" Potter said.

The toad paused and then cast the torcher curse on the goblin. You will understand soon enough, I am doing this for your own good. Umbridge was going to say more but instead, she screamed in pain. Lucius Malfoy did not believe what he was witnessing. That weapon had broken Umbridge's wand hand cleanly off.

A girl with bushy brown hair also appeared. Malfoy recognized her to be Potter's wife.

She raised a hand, but Potter told her to stop.

Just then, Mcnair and Yaxly entered demanding for Potter and started cursing the goblins.

Potter sighed and intoned, "I, Harry James Scar Rock Potter, challenge all of you to a wizards duel." Lucius gasped.

The other goblins had taken positions around them all and had spears pointed at them.

"Avada ked—" Yaxly started to shout but the mudblood Granger moved lightning fast and had had him bound and disarmed in a couple of seconds.

Despite being a mudblood, Lucius had gained respect for her because of her dueling skills. But still, it didn't mean that he had to like the little bitch, especially because of her blood status.

Potter drew himself up to his full height and started to speak.

"I am not coming with any of you people. You have no right to threaten my family—"

"But there is much you need to know, Potter, such as you can't trust half-breeds like them because—"

Potter didn't let Umbridge finish.

He instead of responding looked at Granger and she nodded silently.

The Dursley boy and Longbottom, along with one of the goblins also nodded and Potter spoke.

"Very well. If you really want to take me, then all of you will have to duel with me and my friends first.

I give you permission to all cast curses at us once. After all, it's only fair if all of you cast, just in case you decide that we are not being fair."

Confident smirks appeared on all of their faces.

Lucius was interested to see how this would go. He highly doubted that Potter and his friends would be able to defeat those with better experience than them.

Little did he know that he was in for a big shock today.

His mouth hung open for the second time the same day when he saw all of Potter's friends and Potter ducking and weaving, avoiding the spells.

He wondered why they didn't strike back. Umbridge and the rest of the death-eaters might have been upset that they weren't countering their spells, because they then started throwing around more lethal curses.

His plans had just changed. He now knew that the boy wasn't going to come quietly.

He was distracted as he saw the men and Umbridge tire. They were all huffing and puffing. That was the moment when Potter's gang struck. All sorts of spells and curses came from Potter, Longbottom and Granger. Because the fools were all tired, they couldn't move out of the way in time and got hit. The Dursley boy started firing his muggle weapon He didn't know or care what it was called. Wizard wands and weapons were more superior than the muggle filth that the squib carried. All of them hastily erected shields to protect them from the flurry of spells and bullets that came out of the muggle weapon. But the shields failed. The bullets and spells passed through the most powerful shields like it were a little breeze.

Lucius was deeply impressed with the group's cunning and flawless plan. Fuck, even he was confused when they didn't start casting straight away.

He was determined to influence the Potter and Longbottom boys. He was also going to take the mudblood. He was only going to take this mudblood because of her skill.

He would obliviate her memories about her muggle parents at a good time and raise her like a pure-blood witch. Once she had outlived her usefulness, she (like all the other mudbloods) would also die. But Lucius would of course show this mudblood mercy and give her a painless death. Who knows, maybe he could get people like his son to have a bit of fun with her before her demise?

Luckily for him, he had something that he could do which would help get Potter on his side.

He didn't think it wise to talk to the goblins about the children, not today anyway. Emotions were running high, and he didn't want to go against them yet. He would wait a few days when they were all calm and collected and then he would pay them a visit. He couldn't help noticing that probably the goblins had seen him.

He had much to think about, but he would have a glass of Fire-whisky. He really needed it, especially if he was going to deal with the bumbling fool known as Cornelius Oswald Fudge.

He had an innocent man to rescue. Getting Sirius Black on his side could be attempted, but he was pretty damn sure that it wouldn't work, especially because of the kind of man he was.

The next day

Ministry of magic

Minister's office.

10:00 AM

"Cornelius, I have just discovered something shocking."

"My dear Lucius, welcome! What have you discovered?"

"An innocent man is in Azkaban. He was taken there without even a trial."

Fudge's head shot up.

"Who?"

"Sirius Black."

"Now see here, Lucius. Sirius Black is guilty and he—"

"But minister," Lucius cut in smoothly..

"No buts, Lucius!" Shouted Fudge.

"Sirius Black is guilty! Do you know how hard it will be for me to keep my job if I give him a trial? If it turns out that Black is innocent, then I would be in big trouble, especially after the whole Potter fiasco.

I will get Black kissed tomorrow, don't worry about that."

"Minister, you can blame it on the previous administration. You did not send Black to Azkaban. That was Dumbledore, Bagnold, and Crouch. In fact, if you decide to give the man a proper trial, then you will be known as a hero who gave an innocent man a trial instead of a power-hungry bastard who was more concerned with being in office instead of doing his duty. which, the previous administration did not do. We get Crouch and Dumbledore's reputations in tatters because they left a lord of a most noble and ancient house to rot away in Azkaban like some common criminal. Hell, even Bellatrix Lestrange, the crazy woman that she is, even she got a trial."

A few days later.

"I would like to see Mr. Potter and his friends," Lucius said to one of the tellers at the counter of the bank.

To further prove his point, he raised his wand and intoned, "I, Lucius Abraxis Malfoy, swear on my life and magic not to harm Harry Potter, his family or his friends today. So, I swear, so mote it be."

The golden glow surrounded Lucius.

The goblin teller asked him to wait which really pissed Lucius off. How dare this filthy creature ask him to wait? He was a pureblood, the filthy creatures better. However, he did not have to wait long. The director along with Potter, Longbottom, and Granger came out within a minute. Thankfully, the squib was not with them.

A few minutes later, he was given a room to have a meeting in. He had to pay fifty gallions for five minutes, but oh well. Sacrifices needed to be made if this plan was going to work.

Privacy charms were cast, and a table with refreshments was provided. After Lucius made himself comfortable in his chair, he began to speak to the three children sitting opposite him.

"Hello, children, I am Lucius Malfoy, lord of the most noble and ancient house of Malfoy." He held out his hand.

Potter shook it firmly and said, "Well met, lord Malfoy. I am Harry Potter, the lord of the most noble and ancient house of Potter.

Longbottom went next. "Well met, lord Malfoy. I am Neville Longbottom, heir to the Most noble and ancient house of Longbottom." He, also, shook Lucius's hand.

Granger went next. "Well met, lord Malfoy. I am Hermione Granger, a first-generation, or what you would probably call a Muggle-born witch. How can we help you?"

Lucius sneered at her, unknown to him, Ragnock was also in the room invisible. Harry opened the telepathic link and the meeting began.

"We all have heard many things about you, children, and especially you, Mr. Potter. You have my sympathies for how your life turned out. Because time is running short, I will get straight to the point. But before I do, let me ask you one thing. Do you know about politics?"

"Yes, we do, answered Potter, and a smile appeared on Lucius's face for a moment before it disappeared.

Lucius pondered on how to bring Potter around without offending him. Before coming to the bank, he had rehearsed exactly what he was going to say, but he was still very nervous, something that he had not been for ten years. If he said a single thing wrong, then the plan would backfire on him before he could say Quidditch.

"Mr. Potter, I was very sorry to read about how you were treated by the Dursleys for the first few years of your life. Because we have such little time, I would please like you to listen to what I have to say. If you really know about politics like you said, then you will, no doubt be aware that many people would like to get their hands on you. Some of them, death-eaters who would like to kill you to avenge their master, some of them who would like to get a few laws passed through the Wizengamot, some of them who would like to be famous by adopting you and so many other people with different motives. I, however have no intention of using you. All I want from you, Harry Potter, is a few favors. I am willing to give you as much money as you want if you agree. I can also get your godfather a fair trial as well, as long as you do what I ask of you."

"And what may that be?" Potter asked. Lucius knew that he had to tread very carefully.

Albus Dumbledore has gone too far, and is threatening our old traditions. Not only that, but he is making life difficult for some of us. You, no doubt have a lot of experience, because he has, excuse my language, fucked big time with your life. I, as a lord of a most noble and ancient house can become your… mentor and teach you how dealings in the Wizengamot and politics in general are done. I would like your support to get Dumbledore removed from all positions he holds as he is a danger to others.

Potter thought about it for a moment, faced his friends, and eventually said, "yes, I will help you, but on one condition. You will make an unbreakable vow with me that you will help Sirius Black get a fair hearing, and that you and the rest of your death-eater buddies will not attack me, my friends or family." Lucius was very enraged. How dare this stupid halfblood upstart ask him, Lucius Malfoy, a respected pureblood to make an unbreakable vow? He sighed and told Potter to go ahead.

Lucius didn't press the death-eater comment, for he knew with ninety percent certainty that they knew the truth and because of the tense atmosphere in the room, he didn't want to risk it.

The mudblood was the bonder. Once Lucius and Potter grabbed each other's hands, she stepped forward so that she stood over them and placed the tip of her wand on their linked hands.

Potter began to speak.

"Do you, Lucius Abraxis Malfoy, swear on your life and magic that you will help get Sirius Black a fair trial, help me get rid of Dumbledore, and promise that you and your death-eater buddies will not cause me, my family or my friends harm in any word, shape or form now or anytime in the future?"

There was a long silence, "I do," he said, his voice trembling and his face white.

A thin tongue of brilliant flame issued from Granger's wand and wound its way around their hands like a red-hot wire.

"Do you, Harry James Scar rock Potter, promise to help me get rid of Albus Dumbledore to the best of your ability?"

"I do."

A second tongue of flame shot from the wand and interlinked with the first, making a fine, glowing chain.

Harry and Gellert had come up with a different form of an unbreakable vow which, instead of killing the person who broke it would instead take away his or her magic.

Harry was 100% certain that one day, Lucius was going to break his promise and suffering was something which he wanted Lucius to do a lot of before his death.

"Very well, then I, Harry James Scar Rock Potter, lord of the most ancient and Noble Houses of Potter, Peverell, Ravenclaw, Gryffindor, Slytherin, Gaunt, Merlyn and the heir of the most ancient and noble house of Black accept your vow. Let it be known that if you break this, your magic will be lost forever. With magic as my witness, so mote it be!"

a third unique flame shot from the wand, twisted with the others, and bound itself thickly around their clasped hands, like a fiery snake.

Lucius nearly cried in despair. He didn't want to get on the wrong side of the Potter brat or any of his friends again. Unknown to Lucius, this was just the beginning of his suffering.

A very scared Lucius Malfoy stood there, trembling and profusely sweating, for he knew with ninety-five percent certainty that he would have to break the vow some time during his life. Many things could go wrong. He had a suspicion that the dark lord was alive, for he suspected what the diary which was entrusted to him shortly before the dark lord's demise really was. He had, at first been shocked that the dark lord would use such dark magic. He had also come to the conclusion that the dark lord would have surely made more than one of those things. The plan was to give the diary to a student at Hogwarts to open the chamber of secrets. Lucius knew that the diary could get lost, and surely the dark lord was not foolish enough to give his only horcrux to a boy or girl? No. Surely, he had made more than one of them.

His train of thought was abruptly bought to a halt when the voice of the director echoed around the room.

"Mr. Malfoy. You, sir, have gone fifteen minutes overtime. Therefore, you will pay us fifty gallions for your five minutes, and we have doubled the price for the extra fifteen minutes you took making the payment a total of three hundred and fifty gallions. Because of all your misdealing's in the past, we will charge you fifty gallions extra making it four hundred gallions which shall be deducted from your vault shortly. I do believe that you have overstayed your welcome and that you should leave. Now, get out of my sight before I have your head just because I can, you stupid excuse of a human wizard. Harry, escort him to the bank entrance."

"Yes, Director."

Harry not so gently grabbed his arm and pulled him out of the room. Some other Goblins joined him and they lead him away.

Harry Potter was in a bit of a quandary. He had this plan ready for weeks. It was simple really. He knew that eventually; people would come and start causing more trouble such as that idiot Lucius Malfoy. Honestly, the bastard had made an unbreakable vow, knowing very well that it may have to be broken at some point. He had always trusted the Goblins. Why wouldn't he? They were his family along with Remus and Gellert. Maybe Sirius, but he would be the judge of that after the man was freed from Azkaban. To be honest, he thought that Sirius Black was a very reckless, jump into danger without thinking of the consequences kind of person. Cutting that train of thought, he started thinking about Lucius Malfoy.

He, no doubt would not break the vow yet. Too much was at stake.

His father wanted revenge. That was understandable. But this time, just for once, Harry decided to be selfish. He was sure that the Malfoy idiot would say a few bad things about him to the minister, which, in-turn, would ruin Harry's political standing, something that he was eager to avoid at all cost. He was truly lost and didn't know if he should follow through with this crazy plan of his or not. In the end, he decided he would. He would pretend to be angry at the way Lucius had been treated, just so the man would think that Harry was on his side, something which would be difficult to do, but would have to be done. It would only benefit the goblins and Harry in the end. He could then think about all the torcher he was going to inflict upon the death-eater scumbag after he foolishly broke his vow. Lucius was a part of the reason why he had had a bad childhood, for he was also bribing many ministry officials to make sure that Sirius ended up in Azkaban. He would savor the revenge when the time was right. the only thing to do now was to put the plan into action and convince Ragnock to drop a few hundred gallions from the amount which was going to be taken from the vault. In a sick way, Harry was going to follow the bastard Dumbledore's idea. By arguing with Ragnock in front of the idiot about taking a few hundred gallions off, Lucius would be assured that Harry had picked his side, something that Harry definitely wanted Lucius to think for the time being. Unknown to him, Ragnock had been going through all of Harry's thoughts via the mind link and heartily approved of his plan. Although he didn't like some of Harry's thought processes. Yes, they would definitely be talking about this later. They did say, 'keep your friends close and your enemies closer' after all. Ragnock, as well, started thinking about suitable punishments for the blonde idiot when the time was right. Meanwhile, Harry had been thinking that he wouldn't be going to Malfoy manor while Lucius had his magic. He was a dangerous fellow—but his train of thought was abruptly cut off when Ragnock told him via mind link that he had heard what Harry had been thinking and had given him the go ahead to start this fake argument.

"Lord Ragnock, I think that you have charged Lucius Malfoy too much. I would please ask you if you can reduce the price?"

No, Harry. We can't do that because this man, along with so many other people has deeply disrespected us over the time they have been doing business with the bank."

"Please, director, Hermione said, just this once, reduce the price. I am sure that he didn't mean to disrespect you, did you, Mr. Malfoy?"

Lucius Malfoy's expression was shocked before he became completely relaxed.

These children had only met him, yet they were asking the goblins to reduce the price. If trained properly, they would become good allies. He would slowly try and convince Potter to release him from the vow.

Meanwhile, Gellert Grindelwald was relaxing in his chambers when he heard a commotion via his mind link. Curiously, he started listening in to what was being discussed about Lucius Malfoy. He had been a dark lord in the past, and he did have a few tricks up his sleeve. His reputation as a dark lord would come in very useful now. He started a private conversation with Ragnock and told him his plan. Ragnock was hesitant at first, but after Gellert had assured him that nothing would go wrong, Ragnock had been pleased and given him the go-ahead to put his part of the plan into action.

Ragnock had a neutral expression on his face, but inside, he was jumping for joy. Gellert was a genius. He told Harry via mind link that he was going to wrap up the argument.

"Fine then, Harry," he said. "I will decrease the amount of money that will be taken."

He sent a silent spell at Lucius so as to make sure that he wouldn't go blabbing to other humans about this.

Lucius Malfoy cursed the goblins. Just because he had been rude to those filthy creatures, they dared to charge him more? He was thankful to Potter and the mudblood for at least decreasing half of what was to be payed when the director addressed him.

"Mr. Malfoy, before you go, there is someone who would like to see you. Please follow me."

He turned around and they headed to the same room where he had his little… meeting… with Potter and his friends.

The director and the children stood outside as Lucius entered the room.

The door automatically shut behind him with a click. He did not hear the lock as it also clicked, because he was staring with shock at the figure sitting in a comfortable chair opposite him, twiddling his thumbs.

"No." Lucius muttered. "But you are supposed t-to be… d-dead. It was on the news everywhere a few years ago that you… you died in your cell in newmengarde prison."

"Come now, Lucius," Gellert Grindelwald said with a smirk. "Surely you don't treat guests like that, do you?"

Lucius stood there, speechless with shock, his mouth agape. The couch which slammed into the back of his legs, forcing him to sit down bought him out of the shocked state he was in. His brain started running, thinking of idea's that he could use to his advantage. Gellert Grindelwald changed everything. All the plans which he had thought out had just gone down the drain. He started reciting to himself everything he knew about the old man—no. The dark lord Grindelwald. It wouldn't do to think of him as an old man, just in case he blurted it out in front of him. Grindelwald was a dark lord and a muggle hater. Dumbledore and Grindelwald had been friends during their childhoods and eventually, lovers. Something had happened which made them both hate each other with a passion. Albus had also been the one who had defeated him and left him to rot in Newmengard prison. He had somehow faked his death and escaped. Having Grindelwald on his side would do most of his work for him. If his master ever returned, he would ask them both to duel. He would join the person who achieved victory. He was a Slytherin. He was cunning and ambitious. He would have things under control now. Oh yes.

Little did he know that there were people who were not Slytherins but much more cunning then him. Unknown to him at the time, he was the one who was being played like a puppet and he was acting just how Gellert wanted him to act.

After a few seconds of silence, Gellert Grindelwald spoke.

"So, Lucius, my dear boy." Lucius scowled at that. He was not Gellert's dear boy.

"…I understand that you wanted some help to get my old foe out of the way?"

"I… y-yes sir. I do. But… my lord, I… that is… would you please explain to me how you… how you achieved this miraculous feet and are standing in front of me now when for all intense and purposes you were meant to be… to be… dead?"

A chilling laugh erupted from Grindelwald's mouth and the air in front of him froze. A crazed look appeared in his eye, making him look like the Gellert Grindelwald that had been in the papers a few decades before but slightly older.

Lucius was impressed. Here was a man who had spent about four and a half decades in his own prison, yet he had not gone insane. Not only that, but he was still a dark lord. He listened very attentively when Gellert opened his mouth to explain about his life.

"As you already know, Albus and I were once friends and lovers. We both wanted to rule the world. We sat together for hours and hours coming up with different ideas. The deathly hallows fascinated both of us. We, unlike most wizards and witches, believed that the deathly hallows (the elder wand, resurrection stone, and invisibility cloak) were real. I still do, in fact. Mr. Potter is, along with your hypocrite of a master. What is the bastard's name again? Aah yes, Voldemort, are currently the last descendants of the Peverell brothers. Because your master failed to kill the boy about a decade ago, he unknowingly passed on all his titles to young Harry Potter. He is the heir of Slytherin, the Peverell brothers and so many more. Now. Where was I? Oh yes. The Hallows. Albus and I attempted to sort out the hallows to conquer death. But alas, a lot of things happened which put our mission on hold—"

"And…if I may ask…what, exactly happened?"

Grindelwald's face contorted in an expression of rage for a moment.

"And just who are you to ask me this? You have read that information in the Daily Profit, have you not?"

"I know but—"

"Silence! I am only going to tell you what you need to know. Interrupt me again and I will have you thrown out of the room before you can say your master's name. As you know, Albus and I wanted to take over the world and find all the Hallows. Because of those… unforeseen circumstances that happened, Albus and I started fighting on opposite sides. One day, in 1945, he attacked me in my sleep and put me in my own prison that I had created for my enemies.

I was enraged when that happened. How dare that idiot put me, the dark lord Grindelwald in prison like some normal ordinary criminal?

I thought of a plan to escape and do what my destiny was."

"Which was?"

"To rule the world, you worthless fool!" Honestly! Didn't you learn anything from your master? As you have no doubt heard in the news, I seemed to have perished. Rotted away in my own prison. Ha, as if. Bloody arseholes. They at least could have come up with something better to say."

Lucius was so far not impressed with this man and was liking him less and less as he talked.

"… and so, I left prison after leaving a dead body of a muggle tramp in my place, made a few… inquiries of where Potter lived, killed those filthy muggles and was kidnapped by one of them meddling goblins.

I knew that I was stuck here big time. Instead of raising the boy and making him my successor after I eventually passed away, I had to take a different approach. Convincing those filthy creatures was way too easy. You see, in order to achieve your goals, you need people to either be your friends or you need them to like you. Because I treated them with respect ever since I came to England, they all, in-turn, started to respect me.

That prophecy was the next thing which ruined my plans. You do know what I am talking about, do you not?"

Lucius stayed quiet.

"Answer me!" Grindelwald yelled, sending a jolt of electricity in his direction which collided with his left forearm. Unfortunately for him and the rest of the death-eaters, that is where the dark mark was.

The dark mark was a scull with a serpent coming out of its mouth. It was the thing which the dark lord Voldemort, aka Tom Riddle used to brand his followers. Once a person took the mark, they were bound to serve Voldemort. If anyone of the death-eaters betrayed their master, the consequences were very dire for them. They were made an example of in front of all the death-eaters to make them understand that betrayal would mean a painful death.

If the dark lord pressed the mark, the other death-eater's marks would burn and go jet black and they would instantly aparate to their lord's side. It could be done the other way around as well, but the dark lord would not instantly aparate to his followers' side.

As soon as the jolt of electricity hit the mark, it started to burn. Many men and woman fell to the floor clutching their forearms in pain including a man with a sallow face, greasy black shoulder-length hair, and black eyes, a man wearing a goatee in Bulgaria, several people in Azkaban prison, a few people in manors, a tortured man with rat like features and a spirit who was possessing a man also screamed in pain along with the man who was being possessed.

"Do you, or do you not know of which prophecy I speak of, Lucius Malfoy?"

"I do," he snapped. "Of course I do. The dark lord told us all about it be—"

"Don't take that tone with me boy!" Grindelwald's angry voice boomed in the room.

"Crucio!"

This was much worse than the dark lord's curse. Stop. He needed it to stop…and finally after a couple of minutes, it did.

"Fucking hell. This was—"

"Vhat did you just say, young man? Haven't you been told where you need to use certain vords? Vell, let me teach you. 'There is a time and place for everything, Malfoy. It vould be good if you learnt that. For your insolence though…he muttered a few words in Bulgarian, or that was at least what Lucius was thinking before he felt like his body was on fire and saw in his mind, all the fears he had coming true, everything he'd been working for crumbling away like nothing, his wife and son lying dead in a pool of their own blood, and the mudbloods taking control of the wizarding world.

Gellert Grindelwald stood with his wand pointed at the pathetic blonde's neck.

It had taken a lot of self-control to keep his temper in check.

Who knew that dealing with people like that could spoil your mood so fast?

Not that he hadn't had experience dealing with people like Malfoy.

What he was truly afraid of, was the darkness taking control of him again.

It had really hurt him to have to talk about the young boy who he loved as though he were a tool to a more greater scheme, talking about the goblins with distain dropping from every syllable when all they had done was given him something no one would have ever given him: a second chance and a good friendship.

He pondered on what to do with the blonde aristocrat lying at his feet and his only option came to mind.

Looking back a few years later, Gellert would realize that he should have done things differently, but because of the experience he had just had, he thought that this would be the best course of action.

'for the greater good,' he reminded himself. First though, before he went ahead with his plan, he needed to find out the positions, plans, and as much additional information he could find about Malfoy's activities as and not as a death-eater.

A quick legilimency spell took care of that. Now though, for the hard part.

15 minutes later, Lucius Malfoy walked out of Gringotts bank with a new spring in his step.

Everything had gone according to plan. In fact, with Gellert Grindelwald's involvement, things couldn't have gone better.

Gellert had told him all about his plans.

Flashback.

The door automatically shut behind Lucius with a click. He did not hear the lock as it also clicked, because he was staring with shock at the figure sitting in a comfortable chair opposite him, twiddling his thumbs.

"No." Lucius muttered. "But you are supposed t-to be… d-dead. It was on the news everywhere a few years ago that you… you died in your cell in newmengarde prison."

"Come now, Lucius," Gellert Grindelwald said with a smirk. "Surely you don't treat guests like that, do you?"

Lucius stood there, speechless with shock, his mouth agape. The couch which slammed into the back of his legs, forcing him to sit down bought him out of the shocked state he was in. His brain started running, thinking of idea's that he could use to his advantage. Gellert Grindelwald changed everything. All the plans which he had thought out had just gone down the drain. He started reciting to himself everything he knew about the old man— no. The dark lord Grindelwald. It wouldn't do to think of him as an old man, just in case he blurted it out in front of him. Grindelwald was a dark lord and a muggle hater. Dumbledore and Grindelwald had been friends during their childhoods and eventually, lovers. Something had happened which made them both hate each other with a passion. Albus had also been the one who had defeated him and left him to rot in Newmengard prison. He had somehow faked his death and escaped. Having Grindelwald on his side would do most of his work for him. If his master ever returned, he would ask them both to duel. He would join the person who achieved victory. He was a Slytherin. He was cunning and ambitious. He would have things under control now.

After a few seconds of silence, Gellert Grindelwald spoke.

"So, Lucius, my dear boy." Lucius scowled at that. He was not Gellert's dear boy.

"…I understand that you wanted some help to get my old foe out of the way?"

"I… y-yes sir. I do. But… my lord, I… that is… would you please explain to me how you… how you achieved this miraculous feet and are standing in front of me now when for all intense and purposes you were meant to be… to be… dead?"

A chilling laugh erupted from Grindelwald's mouth and the air in front of him froze. A crazed look appeared in his eye, making him look like the Gellert Grindelwald that had been in the papers a few decades before but slightly older.

Lucius was impressed. Here was a man who had spent about four and a half decades in his own prison, yet he had not gone insane. Not only that, but he was still a dark lord. He listened very attentively when Gellert opened his mouth to explain about his life.

The whole story then came out about Dumbledore and Grindelwald being friends then eventually lovers, there plans of world domination, the fascination that both of them had with the "deathly hallows," how the dark lord had unknowingly given the Potter boy all his titles, how things happened between the two men which drove them apart and eventually had them fighting on the opposite sides of war, how Dumbledore had shown his cowardice by attacking Grindelwald in his sleep and yet making the duel such a big thing to get positions of power, Grindelwald being angry of the treatment he had received from his onetime friend and lover, how Grindelwald had escaped to finish what he'd started, how he had found the location of the Potter brat and rescued him, killing the filthy muggles in the process, how he had been kidnapped by those filthy creatures, making all his plans crumble, how he had devised a new plan of achieving his goals and how the revelation of the prophecy had also set back his plans.

A couple of sentences kept playing in his head, making a smile come across his face.

You see, in order to achieve your goals, you need people to either be your friends or you need them to like you. Because I treated them with respect ever since I came to England, they all, in-turn, started to respect me.

That was a much better approach than the dark lord. Lucius could just see it now. Gellert Grindelwald making friends with many influential people, going around in his mudblood disguise of Conner Winters helping his enemies, and just outright attacking one day. They did say 'keep your friends and your enemies closer' after all which meant that no one would be prepared for the attack and would therefore not have much way of defense. A few weeks and the world would be Grindelwald's completely.

Grindelwald continued. "That prophecy was the next thing which ruined my plans. You do know what I am talking about, do you not?"

Of course he did, and he told Grindelwald everything that he knew.

After talking about less consequential things, Lucius Malfoy left.

End flashback.

Overall, Lucius thought as he disaparated to Malfoy manor, his visit had been rather productive. Those filthy creatures had surprisingly not treated him with disdain, Potter was being brought around to his way of thinking. Lord Grindelwald would make sure of that. He was glad that he didn't have to do anything stupid such as making an unbreakable vow. All he needed to do now was to continue to play Fudge like a puppet and get the blood-traitor a fair trial. A small price to pay after achieving such a big thing. After congratulating himself on a job well done, he entered his room, summoned a bottle of Fire-whiskey and a goblet, and began drinking. "To a better future," he toasted before he took his first sip, enjoying it as it traveled down his throat.

The same day

9:00 PM

Gringotts

Ragnock's private chamber.

Harry entered his father's private chamber for his father had requested him to be there.

"Take a seat," Ragnock said as he gently shut the door.

He continued once Harry had made himself comfortable on the couch. "I want you to make an oath. Here it is. This will make sure that all the people who have wronged you will suffer. He handed the parchment to Harry. "I'd sure like to see those bastards who have dared to mess with you pay. He gently lifted Harry's chin up with a finger as to look him in the eye. "I am very proud of you," he said softly. Now make the oath and ask magic for the punishment.

Harry took a deep breath, raised his hand, and intoned, I, Harry James Scar Rock Potter, lord of the most noble and ancient houses of Potter, Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Slytherin, Gaunt, Merlyn and Le fay recall all my heirlooms and other items or properties which were taken from the most noble and ancient houses. I swear on my life and magic that I never allowed anyone except my family and friends to help themselves to what is rightfully mine. So, I swear, so mote it be.

I, Harry James Scar Rock Potter, call on magic to accordingly judge and punish those who have stolen from me and caused me harm in any way, shape or form."

There was a flash of Golden light which signaled that his oath had been accepted and across the British Wizarding world, there were people that lost almost 30% of their magic because of what they had done.

A lot of chaos ensued because of this and for many people, things started going downhill very quickly.

People like Dumbledore who had tried to help themselves to Harry's money ended up losing a lot of the contents from their vaults. At least 30 percent was automatically transferred from the house that the robbery was attempted. Family magics also became involved and punished those who were using it to cause harm.

The ministry of magic who had tried to claim the cottage in Godric's Hollow ended up losing an extra 22 percent of their funds making the total number 52. 30 percent for doing him wrong and 22 percent for trying to claim his property.

A short woman dressed all in pink with rings on her fingers and a high, girly voice had the words "I must change my ways" written etched permanently on the back of her hands with her very own blood quill.

A man wearing a turban and the spirit which possessed him lost an extra ten percent of magic and for the spirit of Voldemort, it was especially painful. He had rendered his soul by splitting it so much and losing his magic on top of that caused him ten times the pain his cruciatus curse caused his victims.

The goblins, who had their people in the magical and mundane world, were able to see everything that was going on because of screens.

Flashback.

Twenty minutes earlier.

Gringotts

Ragnock's house

Private meeting room

Harry, Dudley, Neville, Hermione, Remus, Bogrod, Gellert, Ragnock and a lot of other goblins sat in comfortable leather chairs as they waited for their chief to speak. The entire Goblin population all over the world knew of what was going to come to pass today and the goblins had (with their brilliant minds) created very big TV screens in all the Gringotts branches around the world. Goblins who were going to be the providers of the entertainment had been equipped with small, mobile shaped video recorders which were (through magic) connected to the big screens in the banks around the globe.

Hermione (always eager for knowledge and how new things worked) asked Ragnock different questions about the devices which he answered.

End flashback.

"It's like we're in a cinema," Dudley and Neville both said at the same time, for the whole room was set like that. Curtains were drawn, lights were dimmed and each person held a bag of popcorn and a soft drink in their hands as they eagerly waited to watch the most entertaining scenes of their lives.

Albus Dumbledore's face was the first thing which popped up.

At Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian, formally Dumbledore was not having a good time.

Damn his brother, damn Harry Potter, damn Malfoy and his crowd. That is what Albus was thinking as he paced around his office. He would have preferred to magically destroy stuff, but after sixty percent of his magic had gone, he couldn't really have done that.

The Wizengamot meeting had started all of this mess, and then a young middle-aged lady calling herself magic came and things had gone worse than what they were already before. No matter how hard he tried, those memories would just not leave him the hell alone.

Flashback:

Albus had entered the Wizengamot because an emergency meeting was being called. Of course, him being the chief warlock, he banged the gavel and the session began.

It was Lucius Malfoy who was the first one to stand up.

"Witches and wizards, lords and ladies, I speak to you all about a tragedy which has befallen our kind and muggles. Most of you may be wondering why I am bringing muggles up because I have never done so before, well, I (as a concerned citizen of the United Kingdom and the wizarding world) am very worried about those articles that have been appearing in the daily profit.

I would like Albus Dumbledore to answer some questions to lay mine and many other people's doubts to rest."

The rest of the death-eaters were nodding along as well as Dolores and Cornelius. That was not good at all.

"Those in favor for the questioning of the chief warlock, raise your wands!" The voice of Amelia Bones boomed throughout the chamber.

Less than half the people waved their hands which made Albus sigh in relief. Little did he know that the worst was yet to come.

A howl of rage was heard as his brother stood up, went forward to the stand and decided to speak.

Many people tried to stop him, but it seemed that there was a magical dome around him which prevented anyone from getting close to him. Many stunning spells bounced off the dome and hit their own casters, making them drop to the floor like dead flies. After order was restored, Abeforth started to speak.

Everything from his childhood came out, the memories were put in the court pensive and Albus was not fast enough to stop it from happening.

He could only watch on in horror as all the memories came forth, proving Abeforth's side of the story (which was the truth) to be known.

He had then raised his hand with the head of house Dumbledore ring on and intoned. "I Abeforth Dumbledore, call on magic to judge, accordingly punish and disown this man, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, from the Dumbledore line. This man has done many wrong things in his life such as playing with people's lives, emotions and minds which includes murder. Therefore, I as the head of house Dumbledore, demand that he be removed from the Dumbledore line. He did not know that in Gringotts bank, a similar oath had been made.

Chaos. That is what the Wizengamot chamber was in at the moment. People were screaming at Albus in shock wondering how he could do all these things. They noticed the light turn Green, signaling that magic had disowned Dumbledore and that it was irreversible, not even by the Lord that asked for it in the first place.

Dark lord Albus wanted to scream, but he didn't want to lose his composure in front of these people.

Madam Bones quickly regained her composure and spoke in an authoritative tone.

"Lords and Ladies, witches and wizards, after the shocking events of these past few days and the conformation received of certain events being true, this body needs a few people who can do Albus's jobs that he is supposed to do.

Those in favor for removing Albus from all his positions, raise your wands!"

Half of the wands were raised. Many people who did not believe everything which had occurred started shouting and yelling, demanding that he at least be kept as headmaster at Hogwarts.

Amelia then sighed and spoke in a tired voice, "those in favor for Albus to be relieved of all his positions except headmaster of Hogwarts, please raise your wands."

More than half the wands went up.

A pained look came across Amelia's face, and it looked as though it was very hard for her to speak. All the dark families, Augusta, as well as Cornelius and Dolores had the same expressions of pain on their faces.

"Very well," said Cornelius, "Very well. The final decision has been made." He gritted his teeth and his face turned red as well as an angry tinj that appeared on his face.

"Albus Dum—no, sorry… Albus n-no name. You will (from this day forth) be relieved from all your positions except headmaster of Hogwarts school. We (in the meantime) will look for those who are responsible enough to take up your positions. Aurors, escort this man out of the chamber and the ministry!"

Albus could do nothing as he was roughly dragged out by a few aurors, out of the chamber, out of the ministry and then dumped on a road in the muggle world.

End flashback.

Well, at least his magic was fully intact. That was, for him, very embarrassing, and he would make sure that one day, they all payed.

The so-called magic's memory started coming up as well, and he allowed himself to be consumed by the anger that memory was currently triggering.

Flashback.

Albus Dumbledore was in his office venting his anger on a few objects:

A face of Harry Potter made of wood was on fire, which Albus watched burn. A wooden face of a few goblins especially the director's also burned. He had conjured those faces made of wood and was enjoying casting the cruciatus curse, killing curse and a few curses before setting them on fire.

Just then, a small fire started in the middle of his office which made him panic. However, before he could do anything, a loud blast and a bolt of lightning shook his office and he pulled out his wand… which seemed to be in his hand one second and not in the other.

A woman stood before him with a murderous expression on her face and the hate-glare she was giving him (for the first time in a long, long time) he cringed.

"Albus no name! How… unfortunate that I have to meet you here. What possessed you to do these terrible things over your life? Do you even know who I am?"

"No, I don't but you have no right to—"

The woman named Magic interrupted him.

"Well, I am Lady Magic and you will show me the proper respect! I have met people and other magical creatures, such as goblins that have shown me more respect than you ever have. Now, give me one very good reason not to end your pathetic life at this very moment. Killing you where you stand will be as easy as wishing you dead. You have manipulated, indirectly tortured, directly and indirectly lead people to their deaths who were meant to have a longer time to live. Fate, death and time as well as myself are very pissed off with you at the moment. Give me one reason—"

"Yeah, you'll end my life, I've heard that crap before. Do stop showing off, it is adding to my bad mood already. If you are a believer of all the false rumours which are being spread about me, then you can get out. I will show you to the door, you egotistical bitch!" But before that," Dumbledore pointed his wand at the woman's head.

"Obliviate," he muttered and was satisfied to see the glazed look appear in her eyes. He replaced a few memories, put his wand away, and after the woman became normal again, he steepled his fingers together and looked at her through his glasses.

"I believe our meeting has come to an end, Mrs?"

"Blake," she said, Emma Blake.

"Ah yes, Mrs. Blake," it is truly a tragedy what has happened. All the false rumours… Well, thank you for offering, and I will take you up on it. "Please try to convince the public of the truth. I believe we shall say good-bye for the present. We shall see each other sometime in the foreseeable future."

"It was truly a pleasure, Albus," the woman said as she tipped her head in his direction.

Albus Dumbledore could not contain his excitement as he saw the woman walking towards the door. He had just gotten a free offer for something he didn't have to even do. The gods must be very happy with me, he thought. They just sent this woman at the right time. He was therefore puzzled to see the woman looking at him before walking confidently toward the door. He decided to put that out of his mind when the woman whirled in his direction as a blinding white light left her. Albus, caught completely off guard, watched horrified as the light wrapped around his body, effectively trapping him as well as binding his arms and feet. Dumbledore, having no balance, fell on his arse as the woman laughed at him.

"Albus no name!" She thundered. "You are in even more trouble for the attempted obliviation of me! Do you even know who I am? Well, just in case you don't I am magic. I have been generous enough to share myself with people. And you dare attempt to use me against myself? No magic works on me you fool, for I am magic itself. I am the one who has created different parts of myself. Dark magic, light magic, etc. I am in charge of giving a part of myself to many people and most of them have used it correctly. I (along with my friends' destiny, fate, time and death are in charge of many different realities. And all the realities we have in countered so far have you as either good and competent, a person with good intentions but manipulative and so many more. We have thus far not in countered an evil Dumbledore with a twisted mind like yours. Which is not to say that we haven't encountered evil versions of you because we have."

Dumbledore was sceptical and did not believe this woman.

"Show me proof of these ridiculous claims," he thundered.

For a moment, judging by the look he was getting from the woman, he thought that his request—no, his order would not be granted and that he would be murdered on the spot, but then, an almost calm look appeared on her face and memories which were not his own started playing themselves in his mind.

He saw a version of himself and Minerva drop Harry Potter on his aunt and uncle's doorstep and then the uncle finding his way to Diagon Allie and dropping the boy on a Gringotts counter, making an esco agreement with the goblins. Harry Potter being healed, the horcrux removed and being adopted with the new name of Harry Crow. Harry Potter meeting his first ever friend Hermione Granger on the Hogwarts express, going through his Hogwarts years. Albus finding his other self-locked away in prison after Potter's fourth year and seeing himself lick the ink of the daily prophet and slowly succumbing to death because of the poison.

Other memories started showing up: He saw his other self-show more kindness to Tom Riddle, went with him to Diagon Alley despite Tom insisting time and time again that no assistance was required, mentoring Tom, having him surrounded by good people, being a fatherly figure to him and treating him as if he were his own son, protecting him from all the bullies, showing him all the good things which Muggles had to offer and because of that, Voldemort never existed.

He saw people like Bellatrix Lestrange, Lucius and Abraxus Malfoy attacking muggles and muggleborns as well as the Blacks, Knots, and all the other blood supremacists and getting arrested, Tom later on becoming the minister of magic and leading the world to a much brighter future. He saw quite a few Potters, Blacks, Lupins, Pettigrews, Longbottoms and other children of other families which had died out getting sorted into their different houses, no feud between the Gryffindors and Slytherins and Hogwarts always being what it was meant to be: a school.

"Do you believe me now?" Magic asked him and he felt a tug from inside of his body and a lot weaker, for sixty percent of his magic had immediately been taken away from him.

"My magic!" He howled in rage and started throwing a tantrum, kicking, punching and screaming like that of a child. Magic just watched with a smirk playing across her face.

"Well, as entertaining as it is to watch this all day, I've got more important stuff to do after deciding your punishment and no, taking sixty percent of your magic is not enough. I will do much, much worse with you and you'll wish that you'd never been born.

At those words, laughter rang around Gringotts across the world.

Back in the memory, Albus wanted to scream. What does this Magic person think she is doing? How dare she take my magic away! One day she will pay! I will dance on her grave after killing her once I am the ruler of the world! I will kill all those other versions of myself in those other realities and Concore them as well!

Listening to his thoughts, lady Magic interrupted him.

"Actually, I can manipulate your magic and more than your mortal mind realizes! And no, you won't be doing any of that, because I won't let you. I have more power, you see. Go on, Albi, keep dreaming, but prepare for them to come to an abrupt end one day. No, I won't be the one killing you," she said answering the questioning look that was on his face, "No, I think that I would leave that job to the Potter's and the Longbottom's as well as all the others you have wronged. I am only hear to relieve some stress and anger as well as to take some of your magic which I already have."

Lady Magic looked around, stood up straighter and then spoke.

"For crimes against me as well as many others, I sentence you, Albus no name, to face the anger of the honourable lords Potter and Longbottom as well as anyone who wants to join them. When you die, you will face the punishments of lord Death, the time lord, lady fate and lady destiny for your crimes committed in this reality."

Unknown to dark lord Albus, Lady Hogwarts had been watching everything and was quite pleased. Magic of course knew this, so it was time to shock the old man.

"With madam Hogwarts as my witness, so mote it be!"

There was a brilliant flash of light and lady Hogwarts appeared, bowing to the entity. Before leaving, she gave a look toward dark lord Albus that promised unimaginable pain when the time was right and vanished to watch over her students.

End flashback.

Albus No name, for the first time in years started trembling in rage and fear. He must find the stone and get the elder wand back somehow. Maybe if he collected all the hallows, he would have a chance not to suffer and be punished for his crimes. He didn't even try to justify his actions for 'the greater good' anymore. It was all about him. He wanted to take the world. There was no more 'greater good'.

At Gringotts bank, everyone was doubled over, clutching their stomachs, laughing at the top of their voices. Popcorn went flying and the cans of coke spilled, drenching them and getting in their faces. After they calmed down, they all vanished the mess by waving their hands, deciding that they would start again.

**"That was bloody excellent! How about we watch Umbridge, the ugly toad's punishment? I've been hearing things that would suggest that she got words carved into her hand with a blood quill. For some reason, a rumour has been going around that she owned it."* One of the Goblins said, a terrible grin that would scare anyone on the receiving end of it, on his face.

The British team looked positively eager when one of their own said that. Most of them, not just the British had heard of this stupid woman though, so they could understand.

"But minister, I—"

"Enough of this foolishness, Dolores!" Cornelius Fudge yelled as his fingers reached for his wand.

Dolores Umbridge was truly not having a good day, and it was all Harry Potter's—well, most of it was Harry Potter's fault, and things were just not going her way. Ever since she had been treated like shit by those filthy half-breed goblins when she along with a few people went to forcibly take Harry Potter, she had vowed to herself that she would remove those pests from the world completely. She was the undersecretary for the minister of magic, Cornelius Fudge, and because of that, she thought that she could do anything she wanted. All she needed to do was play Cornelius like a puppet. She had tried to have him execute all the half-breeds, but ever since a few days ago, he had completely changed for some reason. He was now spending time with Lucius Malfoy instead and had started planning ridiculous things like arranging a trial for Sirius Black.

Unknown to the minister, Dolores Umbridge was a death-eater sympathizer and was going to officially be marked as one if "the dark lord" had not been vanquished, which meant that she was in the loop about almost everything that was going on. Roomers from some of the dark families gave Dolores a clear picture of exactly the kind of man Sirius Black was. Not that she'd not met him before; it was just that she didn't know him that well.

The point was, that Black had been carted off to Azkaban with no trial, no nothing. But what did Dolores care?

He was a fucking blood-traitor for god's sake! He, most of all deserved to be there.

Dolores Umbridge also did not like change. Change meant more work, maybe interacting with people inferior to her and a lot of thinking was involved.

She knew that the trial, especially that particular trial was going to make the ministry look very bad.

In fact, because of those articles, many people were getting howlers from the public which kept asking the same things:

Why not?

Why were they not periodically checking on the brat?

Why wasn't the public informed?

Why was Dumbledore's involvement not treated with suspicion?

On and on it went. Potter this, Potter that. Honestly! The boy was really becoming a pain in her backside.

Her hand was clearly enough proof of all that being true. Snapped off so casually as if it were butter.

She had tried to get those pests executed by doing what she normally did: informing Cornelius Fudge, but he wouldn't listen to her. She had come up with a marvellous plan of purebloods being the bankers of the bank which was not underground, where purebloods would be treated with respect, halfbloods with less respect, and the mudbloods and blood-traitors like filth. A few days before, Fudge had stopped listening to her which infuriated her to no end. Just then, a flame flickered in the middle of her room and before she could put it out, it increased. Lightning flashed, the room shook and a woman appeared out of thin air where the small, flickering flame had been seconds ago. Dolores, who had fallen to the floor face-first because of the room shaking, stood up and glared hatefully at her, and the woman's expression matched hers. In fact, there seemed to be more hatred emanating from the woman than Dolores, something which scared her to the core.

"Ugly Toad Dolores Umbridge, may I express my displeasure to meet you like this. Now, you are probably wondering who I am? Well, I know you won't believe me, but I am lady Magic and I can give or take anyone's magic with just a thought. Explain why I shouldn't do that to you, right here, right now?

Hearing that, the toad was about to retort, when a concentration of extremely powerful magic brought her to her knees.

She gasped and struggled to stand.

"Hem, hem," she said. "Who are you? Please excuse me if I did not hear you correctly?"

I am lady magic!" She said slightly louder, "and I can take away/give magic to peop—"

"Hem, hem," but did you say your name was 'lady magic'?"

Magic, getting annoyed at the woman's condescending attitude roughly entered Dolores's mind and planted that info there.

"I will have you in Azkaban for this you filthy mudblood!" She yelled. There is no such thing as Lady Ma"

"Well I can easily do many things to you for some miner crimes you have committed and the people you payed to kill for you. How many again? Ah yes. 8 muggleborn children, that is who people killed for you between the last ten years, people drowned werewolves on your command, people killed about 18 witches and wizards, both pure-blood and muggleborns for you and you have the nerve to sit at you're desk and bitch about your treatment that you are receiving from me?"

Since you don't have much magic left in you, I will grant you the mercy of not taking any of that. I just came to warn you that one of my friends (you know him as death) is very eager to meet you. He is very angry with you. Ladies fate and destiny are not happy about you're plans for Harry Potter and how you and the previous administration took the cottage which rightfully belonged to him and set it up as a grave site. Suddenly, three shadows appeared to magic's right and she clicked her fingers and disappeared, leaving Umbridge to the mercy of her friends.

"So, Umbridge," said death. "what is wrong with you? I may be the lord of Death, in charge of all souls, magical or not, but I would never, ever manipulate or take property from someone, let alone an innocent little baby! Now, I-"

"Hem hem, but why does it matter? Besides, how do you even know I was the one who manipulated Milocent Bagnuld to do that? Where is your proof?"

"Proof!" Thundered death in a deadly voice. "Proof? You ask… Why does everyone, especially criminals want proof?"

"Careful," Umbridge smirked. "You don't know who you are dealing with here. I am Dolores Jane Umbridge. Under secretary to the minister of magic, Cornelius Fudge. You don't scare me. Filthy mudbloods. Barging into my office calling yourself magic and death. I know that you two are not real. You really should know your place, you filthy animals. How dare you treat a pureblood like this? On top of that, making unfounded accusations which you can never even prove? When Cornelius finds out, he'll—"

"Do what, exactly?" Death interrupted the annoying pest which was really getting on his nerves. "For your information, he is currently travelling the right path and doing something which he should have done a long time ago but wasn't able to because of you."

Just then, a female voice rang out in the room, her voice echoing everywhere, but her words shook Umbridge to the core.

"Through manipulation he was being guided, his fate already decided, by a power-hungry man whose former home will be the office in which he resided. The house of Privet drive number four, will never be his home forever more, those who want to finish him, will never realise for them what's in store.

First comes the ugly toad, then the rest which put on him a heavy load, threaten his family or his friends, they're life will come to a messy end. With no mercy his enemies he will strike, they'll shake in fear when it's their turn to die. Harry Potter is his name, a peaceful society he will gain, his family friends and the reputation of his name. You shall only be saved if you change your ways, otherwise death's door is where you shall forever stay. A warning is what I have come to tell, change or beg for the mercy of hell, because that is where you will go one day, to pay for all the mistakes you've made."

With that the voice vanished.

A malicious laugh erupted from death and it increased in volume. He waved his hand in the toad's direction as he looked down at her. Well. There you go. My friend fate has told you what is to happen. I must really go thank her, for I am sure that I will enjoy having fun with you later on. Toad, because you are… irredeemable along with a few of your friends. I have just made sure that you can not blab out this to anyone, toad and I shall see you when Harry Potter delivers you to me."

And with one look at her and a laugh which echoed in the office for a full five minutes, he disappeared with a bang, shaking the office, knocking down everything and disorientating Umbridge.

Unfortunately for her, lady Destiny was left.

"Ugly toad Umbridge? I think I like that name. I am very fucked off with you, but I am only here to give you a warning. I know that you won't believe it, but continue down the path you are currently on and you will find that you'll have brought down the divine anger of 3 ladies more powerful than you will ever be. Not to mention death as well, but that's a non-existent point because you already have. We are already angry with you; my job however is to guide people to a better path in life. Goodbye, Ugly toad Umbridge and we will meet again when it is time for your divine punishment, something which I am really looking forward to"

In Gringotts bank, laughter erupted from all the occupants. This time, however, the snacks were quickly vanished to another table before an accident like last time could happen.

And then like that, the thing continued. Those in the wrong plotting terrible things from Harry Potter and steeling from him were likewise being punished, he had no idea of the events he had set into motion when requesting magic to judge those who had wronged him.