Together

With Dumbles During the Sorting Feast

Dumbledore sat up in his big ole fancy chair watching as the students came in from the train ride. It was the start of another year and he could hardly wait to start Harry’s advanced training in Light Arts. Hopefully the boy would die along with Voldemort. That would be great.

But something was off about Harry when he came in. His best friends were clinging on him and talking, but he didn’t seem to be listening and actually seemed rather annoyed. And not only that; the boy seemed to have changed his look. He had piercings and his hair was longer then he had last seen him. The bangs were swept to the side to keep it out of his face.

Instead of going to the Gryffindor table like a good little Slytherin hating pawn, he went and sat down at the Slytherin table next to one Draco Malfoy. This infuriated Dumbledore to no end but he kept up his calm, grandfatherly façade, though he did show murderous intent for just a second. Hopefully the two numbskulls he hired to befriend the boy can get him back. There was just no way he was losing his puppet. He would be the one pulling the strings, not some little orphan boy!

Suddenly the Sorting Hat burst into song causing the coot to be snapped out of his thoughts. He listened halfheartedly but clapped when politely with the rest when it was over. Dumbledore made his usual speech before sitting back down. Throughout the feast he continued to watch Potter. The boy seemed right at home at the Slytherin table. He had to do something before Potter was lost forever.

When the feast was over he said yet another boring speech before sending everybody to bed. But Potter didn’t go straight to the Gryffindor Common Room. He stayed behind to talk to Professor Moore, the Malfoy brat following closely behind him. Dumbledore made a mental note to keep an eye on the woman and the Malfoy brat too.


Harry called her ‘Ali’. Must be a nickname. Where have they met before? Professor Moore wasn’t a member of the Order and, as far as he knew, she didn’t live anywhere near Harry. The only logical conclusion was that he met her in Muggle London or Diagon Alley.

“Best be getting to bed. Tomorrow classes start,” Dumbles called before leaving them alone in the Great Hall.

He shut the door before placing his ear against the door in the hopes of catching their conversation. But it seemed they put up a silencing spell around them. With a sigh, Dumbledore retired to his office so he could think about the changes his little pawn had undergone. Who knows how the boy changed personality wise.

The Next Day

Potter had been acting normally, Dumbledore observed. Well, except for the fact he was sitting with the Slytherins again, that is. Though now he was talking to Zabini too. Hopefully, the boy would give up this foolishness and forgive his friends for whatever it was he was mad at them for. After Potter left breakfast to go to his first class Dumbledore called Weasley and Granger to his office after breakfast.

After breakfast Dumbledore sat in his office waiting for his other two pawns to come. One of his many little gadget thingys glowed once before showing the names of his two students approaching the door before becoming inactive again.

“Come in Miss Granger and Mr. Weasley,” Dumbledore said.

They entered, both looking frightened. They must have realized that Dumbledore noticed Harry not talking to them.

“You wanted to see us Professor Dumbledore?” Granger asked nervously.

“Yes, my dear girl. Please, take a seat you two,” Dumbledore said in his usual ‘you’re like my grandkids and I care about you’ voice.

“What is it sir?” Weasley asked just as nervously as Granger.

“I see that you two seemed to have pushed young Mr. Potter away. You must befriend him again. We need to keep him on the light side and him befriending Slytherins isn’t going to help the matter at all,” Dumbledore said gravely, the twinkle dimmed considerably.

“Of course, Headmaster,” Granger and Weasley chorused.

“Good. Now, off to class with you. I expect good grades from you Ms. Granger,” Dumbledore said, smiling, that damn twinkle back.

Dumbledore smiled as his students left. Hopefully Potter would be back soon. Those Slytherins will probably drive the boy away, anyway. With a dark chuckle, Dumbledore reached into a bowl and popped a lemon drop into his mouth.

Later That Day

So far it seemed Potter was still not talking to Granger and Weasley. It may take time, but Dumbledore was confident the two he hired could keep Potter on the light side. He didn’t see the boy until after the last class of the day. Longbottom and four other students were glued to the ceiling. Professor McGonagall had called him to help her get her students off the ceiling.

He was nearly there when the rest of the students were dismissed early. Potter had his bag slung over his shoulder and was walking towards the staircases. He was probably going to the Gryffindor common room, Dumbledore decided.

But there was something off about Potter. There seemed to be a slight buzz of magic around his hand. It was hardly noticeable and a normal wizard probably wouldn’t notice it, but Dumbledore wasn’t a normal wizard now was he? Well, yeah, but he was a powerful normal wizard.

He didn’t think much on it. People put glamours to hide deformities, scars, and all sorts of things all the time. He probably just had a cut on his hand that he didn’t want anybody to see. Dumbledore shrugged it off and went to helping the deputy headmistress get her students off the ceiling.

About Forty or Fifty Minutes Later

Dumbles was passing the Room of Requirement when a slightly blushing Malfoy stepped out. This struck him as odd but then a slightly blushing Potter stepped out. He didn’t see the headmaster as the old coot had hid in the shadows to keep the other person from noticing him. It worked and Potter went to the Gryffindor tower to do whatever it is Potter does in his spare time.

And then it hit him. Potter and Malfoy were obviously dating! Professor Moore must be a family friend he met. Potter must have visited during the holidays and he didn’t want his dear ole headmaster finding out. Dumbles grimaced in disgust at the thought of two boys together. It just disgusted him to no end.

Then he remembered the promise he made to Miss Weasley about Potter. He told her that he would let her have Potter if she made him lover her and if he survived the war. Of course, the girl was certain that Potter would survive.

With a sigh, Dumbledore walked to his office. He needed a drink while he thought on the Potter Problem.

A/N: I know, it’s short but it’s just a filler chapter. Please don’t eat me! Anyway, I thought you might want to know what Dear ole Dumbles was up to. Next chapter Ellie’s back! I know she hasn’t been in the chapters much and I’m sorry Ellie fans, but she’s not like Harry or Draco’s best friend or anything. She hangs out with Pansy, Millicent, Emma(OC), and Daphne. Voldie should be in one of the next few chapters. Yay!

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