Albus barley held back his magic as it tried to escape and lash out in his anger. How dare they? He was Albus Dumbledore! He deserved their reverence not this, this betrayal.
"I see." Albus said, barley keeping his tone in check.
Thinking Albus started to go through ideas quickly, dismissing some and pondering others. If he couldn't kill the black Lord just yet, he needed to at least damage his reputation and standing… Suddenly an idea hit.
"Tell me Molly, do you know if Harry has all of his social work checks done yet?" he knew the woman was good at collecting gossip when out in Diagon and other alleys.
"No, he still has another check with the Children's protection office, I believe the head Lady Joanne Mirwood is personally overseeing it."
Dumbledore hummed, he didn't have anything to hold over the former Hufflepuff, but he knew the woman would never allow Harry to stay with unsuitable guardians, so he didn't worry about his lack of influence over her. All he had to do was make sure she found Black and Lupin to be unfitting, and it would be easy all he had to do was plant the seeds of discontent, and what better way than to destroy the bond Harry and Sirius had before planting evidence of dark arts and forbidden magic.
"Excellent! Tell me Molly, have you heard of a book called "Mortem Magicae,"
The redheaded with sucked in a harsh breath, "Yes, but Albus that book is banned. It's one of the darkest books in history, just owning it could get you the dementors kiss." Forcing himself not roll his eyes Albus nodded, "Yes, it's perfect for what I have planned. If I slip it into Harrys trunk before he goes home to that mutt he will never realise its there. then when its found during the inspection Sirius will not just be found incapable but most likely be put back into Azkaban."
"But how will you make sure that it's found?"
"I'm sure an anonymous owl could find its way into Lady Mirwood's possession."
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Defence Against the Classroom, Hogwarts Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Dark School
Arts of ~
Kingsley was bored. His injury was healed to the extent it ever would be, meaning it was now just a scar on his abdomen that even scar removal potions wouldn't be able to help as it had been caused by a dark curse. Still he was bored. Teaching, while a new challenge wasn't his passion he had discovered after his first day. The older years were slightly better, at least what he could teach them could be interesting but even then, it was repetitive and Morgana, the younger years… they were honestly frightening in how simplistic they appeared.
There were of course a few exceptions to this rule, they main one being Harrison Potter-Black. That boy, to be frank, scared Kingsley slightly. His eyes seemed so old at times and so haunted. It wasn't so much that the boy scared Kingsley, no, what caused his apprehension towards the young Ravenclaw were his eyes. Whatever it was that caused that haunted look to appear every now and again in those green eyes, caused Kingsley concern. Kingsley had seen the same look in his older colleagues, people who had seem true atrocities and the thought of this young man having seen something similar was daunting.
The first time he noticed it had been back when he had met Harrison for the first time in Dumbledore's office during the 'love potion fiasco'. It had only been a brief flash, but still Kingsley had caught it, he was a trained auror after all and it was his job to notice these small details. Later he would observe it at random intervals, Harrison could be just sitting with his odd group of friends in the great hall, or be in his lessons when it would flash by only to be quickly hidden by familiar a blank mask that Kingsley recognised so well as impressive occlumency shields.
The boy was a mystery, in lessons he sat with both Gryffindor's and Slytherins, seemingly oblivious to the divide that had been going on for decades. He apparently got on well with all of his year mates, the only obvious diversion from this being his problems with the youngest two Weasleys. Those two seemed obsessed with Potter-Black, they would follow him and his friends around like shadows, seeming to both love and hate the Ravenclaw. The other thing that Kingsley observed about Harrison was that while he would answer questions perfectly, he'd only do so when called upon, he never offered his own by raising his hand in class. His answers were also never direct quotes from textbooks either, but responses that showed he knew what he was speaking about. And that was only his verbal responses, his practical results where astounding, every spell he would perform with ease, never overpowering or underpowering them, his control flawless.
"Sir?" the voice drew Kingsley from his musings. Making sure to not react outwardly Kingsley smiled slightly, looking up to see the first-year class. "Yes, Miss Lovegood?" Luna Lovegood was one of Harrison's little gang, the youngest one…
"I was wondering, what's your opinion on the ministries secret army of heliopaths?"
… she was also the strangest little girl Kingsley had ever met. Blinking, Kingsley wondered briefly where she got her odd ideas from, before shaking his head.
"I'm sorry, I do not know how to answer that. But if I ever find something out about it then you'll be the first to know miss Lovegood," he promised the small girl, who beamed at his answer seemingly happy with his reply. Seeing the class were all staring around in a mixture of either distain, confusion and boredom Kingsley quickly cleared his throat…
"Right then class, who can tell me the most important tactic in a duel?"
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