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Adult +
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13
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16,340
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45
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3
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Chapter 8
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Chapter 8
Headmaster’s Office, Hogwarts
Dear Sir,
I would be more than happy to aid you this year. I am grateful for the opportunity that you have given me, and I promise to complete any tasks that you require.
Sincerely, Ron Weasley
The letter had come with a battered young owl, already looking as if it had been through a war, even though he was aware that the boy had only had it for a little over a year.
That was always the problem with living with a large family, new things became secondhand very quickly. Of course, there were some advantages…
With a relieved sigh, Albus placed the letter aside, glad that his plan was slowly recovering from the terrible shock it had received.
“Well,” he murmured to himself, “that was almost too easy. The Weasley family is always so predictable.”
Out of habit, Albus glanced over to Fawkes’ perch, adjacent to the desk, in order to receive some input from the phoenix, only to be disappointed.
This morning he had awoken to discover that the phoenix had fled, and judging from the snapping of the familiar bond later in the day, Fawkes had found someone else to care for him and was not going to return.
Albus closed his eyes in slight pain before reaching a hand out for his next bit of correspondence.
Ah, Cornelius Fudge, once again.
Now, was this to be an order, a complaint or a question?
The man did tend to be a bit hopeless, but it was only the power he had at the school that prevented him from taking over the man’s position.
Pushing his reading glasses up higher on his nose, Albus opened the gold embossed letter (did he have to use such ostentatious stationary?) and began to read.
Albus,
It is my immense pleasure to inform you that due to your inability to hire a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, I have appointed Madam Umbridge for the year.
She will arrive on the 1st of August and will report back periodically to the Ministry.
In addition, she will be conducting investigations of the professors and the school, and will fire any incompetent professors.
Sincerely,
Cornelius Fudge, Minister of Magic
Albus narrowed his eyes at the letter before wandlessly sending it to land in the fire.
Bumbling fool, interfering with his school.
What exactly did he hope to achieve?
Power?
Well, he would not find it here.
There were too many people loyal to him.
Umbridge would not get very far, and, if she did, she would find that being in charge was very difficult.
Albus had no doubts as to the true reason behind her appointment to the school. They wanted him out of Hogwarts.
Desperately.
He wondered if it had anything to do with the upcoming elections.
The next piece of correspondence, delivered by an ancient owl, made him smirk.
Molly Weasley.
She, more than others, was desperate to remain on his good side since a part of the Order’s funds went into her vault, depending on how well her family performed their tasks.
Albus,
I would like to extend my deepest apologies for my son, Ronald.
I also would like to assure you that Ronald is highly aware of what he must do, and will not fail you again.
Oh, and we are having roast on Thursday, if you would like to stop by.
With my regards,
Molly
As he said, very predictable.
The final letter was from Kingsley Shacklebolt, and Auror who also worked for him.
Officially, Shacklebolt was assigned on the Sirius Black case and had been sending out false hints for over a year.
Upon Black’s disappearance, he had asked Shacklebolt to unofficially look for him. The news was not good.
Sir,
No trace of Black has been found so far. However, I have recently heard from an informant, who says that he may know where Black may be hiding.
I will report as soon as I have word.
Shacklebolt
This news was somewhat unexpected. He knew Sirius’ nature and had expected the man to expose himself by now.
Someone had to be hiding him, that was the only reason Sirius had not shown up by now.
He would question as to whom, but Albus had a suspicion that Remus Lupin was the answer. However, he was impossible to find, since he lived in an unplottable home, as the members of the Order appointed to track Lupin had discovered.
Standing, Albus made his way to a nearby window to look out onto the empty grounds. During all times of the year, Hogwarts was beautiful, but it was during the summer that the school truly glowed.
He admired the view for a time before focusing on the window, waiting until his reflection appeared and sharpened.
He stared at the image of himself and wondered how it had come to be that he appeared so old.
True, he was dressed at the height of fashion in glorious Acromantula spun silk robes that glowed and emphasized the crescent moons and stares that decorated it.
True, he had enough magic to make the entire wizarding world look at him in awe.
And he held one of the most prestigious positions in Wizarding Britain.
But he wondered how most of his life had been spent organizing the playing field just so he could get rid of those wizards with similar or greater power than him.
He had spent so much time on it and he still was dealing with Tom Riddle and now Harry Potter.
He had not meant for Harry’s power to be this great.
He was supposed to be powerful, but not strong enough to challenge him.
He was supposed to be a tool, a powerful weapon. Although Harry was still a child, Albus could see the immense power waiting to just spring to his fingertips with hardly a thought.
He had to be dealt with.
Albus looked at himself once more, before turning to look at one of the many trinkets that decorated his office.
No one knew what those did except himself, and there was one that was particularly useful.
Well, it used to be useful.
Previously, it had shown, at any time, Harry’s whereabouts, but now it glowed a dull red, indicating that he was at an unplottable location.
This indicated that either he was at an unplottable location, behind powerful wards, or he had broken the tracking charm.
Or it could be all three.
Either way, he had no way of knowing where Harry Potter was, and that could be disastrous.
End Chapter 8! Please Review!!
A/N: Thanks to those who already have! I appreciate it!
Chapter 8
Headmaster’s Office, Hogwarts
Dear Sir,
I would be more than happy to aid you this year. I am grateful for the opportunity that you have given me, and I promise to complete any tasks that you require.
Sincerely, Ron Weasley
The letter had come with a battered young owl, already looking as if it had been through a war, even though he was aware that the boy had only had it for a little over a year.
That was always the problem with living with a large family, new things became secondhand very quickly. Of course, there were some advantages…
With a relieved sigh, Albus placed the letter aside, glad that his plan was slowly recovering from the terrible shock it had received.
“Well,” he murmured to himself, “that was almost too easy. The Weasley family is always so predictable.”
Out of habit, Albus glanced over to Fawkes’ perch, adjacent to the desk, in order to receive some input from the phoenix, only to be disappointed.
This morning he had awoken to discover that the phoenix had fled, and judging from the snapping of the familiar bond later in the day, Fawkes had found someone else to care for him and was not going to return.
Albus closed his eyes in slight pain before reaching a hand out for his next bit of correspondence.
Ah, Cornelius Fudge, once again.
Now, was this to be an order, a complaint or a question?
The man did tend to be a bit hopeless, but it was only the power he had at the school that prevented him from taking over the man’s position.
Pushing his reading glasses up higher on his nose, Albus opened the gold embossed letter (did he have to use such ostentatious stationary?) and began to read.
Albus,
It is my immense pleasure to inform you that due to your inability to hire a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, I have appointed Madam Umbridge for the year.
She will arrive on the 1st of August and will report back periodically to the Ministry.
In addition, she will be conducting investigations of the professors and the school, and will fire any incompetent professors.
Sincerely,
Cornelius Fudge, Minister of Magic
Albus narrowed his eyes at the letter before wandlessly sending it to land in the fire.
Bumbling fool, interfering with his school.
What exactly did he hope to achieve?
Power?
Well, he would not find it here.
There were too many people loyal to him.
Umbridge would not get very far, and, if she did, she would find that being in charge was very difficult.
Albus had no doubts as to the true reason behind her appointment to the school. They wanted him out of Hogwarts.
Desperately.
He wondered if it had anything to do with the upcoming elections.
The next piece of correspondence, delivered by an ancient owl, made him smirk.
Molly Weasley.
She, more than others, was desperate to remain on his good side since a part of the Order’s funds went into her vault, depending on how well her family performed their tasks.
Albus,
I would like to extend my deepest apologies for my son, Ronald.
I also would like to assure you that Ronald is highly aware of what he must do, and will not fail you again.
Oh, and we are having roast on Thursday, if you would like to stop by.
With my regards,
Molly
As he said, very predictable.
The final letter was from Kingsley Shacklebolt, and Auror who also worked for him.
Officially, Shacklebolt was assigned on the Sirius Black case and had been sending out false hints for over a year.
Upon Black’s disappearance, he had asked Shacklebolt to unofficially look for him. The news was not good.
Sir,
No trace of Black has been found so far. However, I have recently heard from an informant, who says that he may know where Black may be hiding.
I will report as soon as I have word.
Shacklebolt
This news was somewhat unexpected. He knew Sirius’ nature and had expected the man to expose himself by now.
Someone had to be hiding him, that was the only reason Sirius had not shown up by now.
He would question as to whom, but Albus had a suspicion that Remus Lupin was the answer. However, he was impossible to find, since he lived in an unplottable home, as the members of the Order appointed to track Lupin had discovered.
Standing, Albus made his way to a nearby window to look out onto the empty grounds. During all times of the year, Hogwarts was beautiful, but it was during the summer that the school truly glowed.
He admired the view for a time before focusing on the window, waiting until his reflection appeared and sharpened.
He stared at the image of himself and wondered how it had come to be that he appeared so old.
True, he was dressed at the height of fashion in glorious Acromantula spun silk robes that glowed and emphasized the crescent moons and stares that decorated it.
True, he had enough magic to make the entire wizarding world look at him in awe.
And he held one of the most prestigious positions in Wizarding Britain.
But he wondered how most of his life had been spent organizing the playing field just so he could get rid of those wizards with similar or greater power than him.
He had spent so much time on it and he still was dealing with Tom Riddle and now Harry Potter.
He had not meant for Harry’s power to be this great.
He was supposed to be powerful, but not strong enough to challenge him.
He was supposed to be a tool, a powerful weapon. Although Harry was still a child, Albus could see the immense power waiting to just spring to his fingertips with hardly a thought.
He had to be dealt with.
Albus looked at himself once more, before turning to look at one of the many trinkets that decorated his office.
No one knew what those did except himself, and there was one that was particularly useful.
Well, it used to be useful.
Previously, it had shown, at any time, Harry’s whereabouts, but now it glowed a dull red, indicating that he was at an unplottable location.
This indicated that either he was at an unplottable location, behind powerful wards, or he had broken the tracking charm.
Or it could be all three.
Either way, he had no way of knowing where Harry Potter was, and that could be disastrous.
End Chapter 8! Please Review!!
A/N: Thanks to those who already have! I appreciate it!