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  The year had started and so Dumbledor prepared himself for another year as headmaster of Hogwarts. After all had been said and done in his war with Grindelwald he realized that the best way to change wizard kind would be through the young. That is why he had worked hard to become headmaster.

  Then a new dark lord came to be, one that he regretted not being able to steer away from his dark path. Unfortunately, Dumbledore knew better than anyone else how fallible he truly is. Afterall, for all his magic prowess and years of experience he is just a man. Now he needed to worry for an entirely different reason.

  Sybill Patricia Trewney had given a true prophecy during his tenure as headmaster. This happened when he was looking for a professor for divination. If giving a true prophecy didn’t give the woman the necessary credentials then nothing would. That however, is besides the point.

  He regretted not being able to save the Potters and longbottoms. A failure that to this day weighs heavily on his consciousness. At least, he could take soce in the knowledge that both boys were being cared for by their families. He had wanted to visit them, he truly did. Unfortunately, his jobs wouldn’t allow it.

  At least, Augusta Longbottom had a good retionship with McGonagall. From what the old witch has told him, Nevill is a kind if shy kid. The problem, and the one that weighs the heaviest for Albus is the Potters.

  Harry, and Sophia Potter on the other hand… Albus had to take the harsh decision to hand them to their muggle aunt and their family. Afterall, although the dark lord had presumably died, something Albus still doubted, his followers were still around. If only one of James' friends would have been a good candidate but as, that wasn’t the case.

  Peter was dead, presumably killed by Sirius. Dumbledore had his reservations about that one, something in the back of his head nagged at him that it couldn’t be. The only remaining choice would be Remus Lupin who due to his “condition” would be a very poor choice.

  Albus sighed again, he wondered how the twins would be like. He had prevented anyone from visiting them for fear of what could happen. Afterall, who knew what the death eaters were up to nowadays. Besides Lucius Malfoy of course, the man has always been a thorn in his side.

  That reminded Albus of the matter at hand. School had started and a week had gone by. It irked him to see the state of the young Potters, thin and malnourished. Could it be that the Dursleys had fallen in harsh times? It was a possibility he would need to look into. Now that the potters would spend most of their year under his protection, he could let some of his paranoia down.

  That however, wasn’t what had caught his attention. Instead, it was the Malfoy girl, Silver Malfoy. It has only been a week so far and yet, all her teachers had nothing but good things to say about her, academically at least. Filius had informed him of a… concerning conversation he had with the girl.

  Now, another thing had brought his attention to the girl. Young Longbottom had suffered an accident in their flying css, one that could have easily ended in tragedy. That reminded Albus that he needed to look into the cause, something like that should not have happened.

  Going back to the event however, it had been reported to him that the girl was the reason why the only injury Nevill received was a sprained ankle and wrist. She had somehow strengthened herself while also casting a chantless wandless transfiguration on a broom. Just that already told Albus that the girl was a monster with magic.

  Transfiguration as it is is already a horribly complex branch of magic. To pull a freeform transfiguration wandless and chantless no less? Even Albus would have trouble pulling it off, not to mention in such a short time. Not to mention the fact she did so on an enchanted broom, an object that would have posed resistance to such a drastic change. To cast an extra spell besides that at the same time?

  Dumbuldore made up his mind, he would need to talk with the girl as soon as possible. He needed to make sure to steer her away from the dark side. With the potential the girl held, she would become a fearsome witch in the future or Merlin forbid it, a terrifying dark dy.

  Taking a deep breath Albus took a sip of his tea to try and calm his nerves. The next seven years would be quite hectic, he could already feel it. Having calmed his mind a little, he got back to his thoughts on the girl. Fortunately, from what he has seen and heard so far, the girl doesn’t subscribe to her father’s ideologies. Either that, or she is far more cunning than he gave her credit.

  Either way, he could work with what little he had been given, he should be able to steer her towards the light side and if not, at least make sure to have her become neutral. Either way would be a boon in his opinion. Now however, Dumbledor needed to revise some pns of his.

  He had pnned to bait Voldemort using the philosopher’s stone. Of course, not the real one, he isn’t crazy enough to do that. Instead, he had gotten a fake from his mentor and good friend Nico. Afterall, in his own words, it had been too long since he st faked his death. Albus chuckled at the memory. His old friend had so far faked his death six times, this would be the seventh.

  His hope with this pn was to either trap Voldemort or outright kill him. The problem however would be the prophecy. Only the young Harry would be able to truly kill that man. Afterall, prophecies were rather hard to break, and never had one been broken without horrendous consequences.

  Albus hoped to present Voldemort on a silver ptter to Harry. Afterall, the prophecy only stated that one had to kill the other, not how. Even so, Albus felt like his pn would fail, call it instinct or wisdom. It didn’t matter though, he had to try. Maybe, he could get little Silver to become an ally of the boy. From what he knew, the girl had become a friend of his sister.

  As much as he hated doing this kind of plotting with children, especially so taking into consideration they are his students, it is a necessity. Better to suffer a little now than to live under that madman's rule or in case of the Potters to die by his hand or even worse in case of young Sophia.

  Dumbledore felt a surge of rage he quickly squashed using occlumency. He had remembered the horrid acts the dark lord and his death eaters had committed during the war. Kidnapping young girls from noble families, ransoming them in exchange for their cooperation. Raping them and breaking them into shadows of their former selves. Just the memory made his blood boil.

  If he didn’t have so much to lose Dumbledore would have gone and killed all those bastards himself. Just the idea that should things have been different, his sister could have been subjected to such atrocities. Once more Albus smothered his rage using Occlumency, it wouldn’t be good to let his aura escape like that.

  Taking a deep breath while sipping some more of his Tea Albus once more became calm. How should he contact the Malfoy girl? Of course he could call her to his office using the incident as an excuse but something told him that it wouldn’t fly… he chuckled a little at the unintended pun. Either way, taking into account her family, he needed to find a more casual approach.

  Finding her in a random hallway or another wouldn’t be too hard, especially if he used the wards to keep track of her… Albus cringed a little as he realized how much of a stalker he sounded like but unfortunately it was necessary. That is when Albus got an idea, one he wasn’t all that proud of, yet it would definitely work.

  The mirror of Erised, he could give her a slight compulsion to go to an unused room where he could put the mirror. Then he could use it as a way to find her aspirations. Maniputive? Sure, but after his failure with Tom, he wouldn’t take another chance, especially when it involves someone that could possibly surpass him.

  Dumbledore was more than aware that the only reason why Voldemort didn’t win the war was due to him, or more specifically his magical might. As powerful as Voldemort was, he wasn’t at Dumbledore’s or Grindelwald's level. Much less when they held the elder wand. Silver on the other hand, could become someone as powerful if not more than them.

  That of course is ignoring the fact that Dumbledor could already fill his age. As magically powerful as he is, his body is not what it used to be. Chances were that should he face Voldemort at his peak in his current condition then Albus wasn’t sure he would win. Add another twenty years, and a more powerful foe? Yeah, he didn’t like his chances.

  Now with a pn in mind, Albus rexed a little. Well, not really, if something were to go awry with his pn then things could get nasty really fast. For example, should someone realize what he had done to the daughter of his opposition… yeah, he didn’t want to imagine the horrible political spill out. Not to mention that Lucius is part of the school’s board of directors. Something like that would give him a lot of pull there. Not enough to outright get Albus out of his position as head master, but enough to give him lots of trouble.

  Sighing one st time, Dumbledore finished his tea before standing up. No use worrying about it right now. His pn wouldn’t be put in motion for a while yet, instead he could do something useful, like figuring out what had gone wrong in the flying lesson.

  As he walked through the halls of Hogwards under a mild notice-me-not charm Albus couldn’t help but smile at the children milling about. He took his time, walking slowly through the winding hallways as he finally reached Madam Hooch’s office.

  The woman was’t currently inside but that didn’t matter. The reason he came here was to check on the brooms. After opening the storage closet Albus took his wand and began sending scanner charms towards each broom. Although his speciality isn’t runes, he could still figure out what had gone wrong, or at least he hoped he could.

  It didn’t take long for Albus to sigh as he stored his wand. The brooms were in a terrible state, some of their runic circuits were on the verge of colpse. No wonder things went bad. He wanted to berate Madam Hooch as to why he wasn't informed of the fact they needed to acquire a new set until he realized it was his own fault.

  Madam Hooch had informed him, it’s just that her wording had made the problem look mild. He had dismissed her multiple requests for new brooms, since in her words, they were starting to get old. He had assumed she meant that the models were old and should be repced.

  He would still need to have words with the woman. Next time they need to switch the broom’s she shouldn’t say they were old, she should say they were out right at the verge of critical failure. Anyway, it was more than obvious that he would need to put in a request for new brooms.

  The thought made Albus cringe a little. Although Hogwarts wasn’t hurting for money at the moment, the school wasn’t doing all too well financially either. The constant need for new defense professors was taking its toll in the institution’s finances. Especially so after the rumor about the curse on the position spread. Any given professor for the position was costing the school up to three times a normal professor's sary if not more in some cases.

  Worst of all is how some of said professors are barely competent if that! At least professor Quirell knew enough to teach, if it weren’t for his suter he would be quite the competent professor. As, said stutter was present and slowed his csses to a crawl.

  Dumbledor sighed, his short list for professors for the spot was growing shorter and he didn’t even want to think about who he would have to get for next year. As much as he hoped that Quirell would stay, years of having to look for new professors taught him not to.

  In the end Albus returned to his office to work on the paperwork he needed to fill for his many positions. Truthfully, he couldn’t be more thankful to the inventor of the self writing quill. He isn’t as young as he used to be and if he had to fill all these papers by hand his wrist would be killing him. With one st sigh, Albus got to work.