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Albus Dumbledore was a happy Mugwump. His plans had finally been completed, and he was relishing the fame and attention he was receiving. The plans had been complex, difficult and prone to discovery, but somehow, he'd persevered.
For just under twenty years, he'd been working on his plans to defeat the Dark Lord Voldemort. Ever since he'd heard a genuine, gold-plated prophecy, he'd had to step in and take control of the weapon.
Enter Harry James Potter, weapon to the side of the Light. He'd been moulded, trained and conditioned to be a good little tool. And now that the war was over, Dumbledore was being recognised as the man who trained the Wizarding world's saviour; the man who was ultimately responsible for the defeat of Voldemort.
His plans had been complex, and had required a lot of work. Getting the boy completely under control had burned through his political capital, and a good portion of his liquid assets. Fortunately, he'd managed to override Sirius Black's will, taking control of the entire Black Family estate, nearly a million galleons of hard currency. With those funds at his disposal, he'd been able to replenish his badly-depleted family coffers.
The next plan had been to make certain that the young weapon wouldn't be lured down the Dark path. A betrothal arrangement with the Weasley family had ensured that Harry would remain faithful to the light. A half million galleons to the Weasley vault had persuaded them to accept the agreement. The boy had been seriously enraged when he signed what he thought was an inheritance form, but was, in fact, his marriage contract. Once that was signed, the 'deal' was done.
Even better, Dumbledore had a second level of security set up. Ginny Potter was only days away from giving birth to the Potter Heir, sealing control over the substantial Potter estate.
Originally, he'd been worried about Hermione Granger getting in the way of the plan. Fortunately, a love potion and another contract later, and she was firmly married to young Ronald. She, too, was pregnant, and would be delivering just a week or so after young Ginevra.
Yes... all in all, things were going very well.
Dumbledore was sitting in his office, drafting some more legislation to present to the Wizengamot. With the 'support' of the 'Boy-Who-Lived' (who still didn't know that Dumbledore was using his votes and fame to push through laws that Harry would never have agreed with), he'd finally be able to get the Muggleborn Control laws passed. Yes... very well.
A knock on his door, made him look up. He never noticed the wave of magic that filled the room for a femtosecond, before fading. With a slight squint, he peered through his door, spotting his hapless tool waiting on the other side.
"Come in!" He called happily. He casually wondered what the boy wanted now. As the door opened, Dumbledore plastered a fake smile on his face. "Ah, Harry, my boy! It's wonderful to see you!"
Harry stepped inside, smiling placidly at Dumbledore. "Good evening, Professor. Is it okay to speak with you?"
Dumbledore loved the control he had over the little bast... boy. "Of course, Harry! Please, sit down." Once the obligatory offer of a lemon drop was over, the old man leaned back in his chair. "So, my boy, what can I do for you?"
Still with that placid smile, Harry leaned forward. "I've come to settle a few scores, Professor."
"Scores, Harry?" Dumbledore asked, still twinkling merrily. "I'm afraid I don't understand."
"You should be afraid." Harry said, all placidness vanishing. "I've come here to kill you, Dumbledore, for what you've done to me."
Dumbledore frowned. "I've not done anything to you, my boy, except provided you with an education."
"Really?" Harry leaned back, crossing his arms over his chest. "So you didn't steal my inheritance from Sirius? You didn't force me into a loveless marriage with a fan-girl? You didn't lie, cheat and manipulate me from my birth? I don't believe you."
Sighing, Dumbledore drew his wand. "It was for your own good, Harry."
"How? How is treating me like a weapon for my own good?"
Deciding (foolishly) to explain it to the boy before obliviating him, Dumbledore leaned back slightly, but kept his wand pointing at Harry. "If I hadn't done these things, you would not have been able to defeat Voldemort."
"That's not for my good, old man. That's for your good."
"You would not have your happy marriage, with a child on the way. I know of your desire for a family, my boy. Ginevra is supplying that to you."
Harry nodded slowly. "Yes... the fan-girl, who's been trying to steal my entire family estate, is giving me a child. It's a pity what'll happen to her, though."
Dumbledore frowned. "What does that mean, Harry?"
"You don't need to know yet." Harry said. "You might as well surrender you wand, old man. At this moment, only I can perform magic in this room, and you'll never leave it."
Flicking his wand, Dumbledore threw a stunning charm at Harry... only to stare at the end of his wand incredulously when nothing happened.
"I just explained it." Harry said patiently. "So, you trapped me in a marriage I didn't want, while giving a big chunk of Potter coin to the Weasleys. You didn't even have the bollocks to tell me that it was a betrothal agreement."
"Without the love of Ginevra, Harry, you wouldn't have won." Dumbledore said, discretely reaching into his desk drawer for his back-up wand. It was certainly possible to block a wand from working, but that ritual had to be focussed on each individual wand. Again, his hand shot forward, another stunner on his lips, but that, too, failed to work.
"You're wrong, old man. I had all the love I needed from somewhere else." Without taking his eyes away from the manipulative old bastard, Harry called over his shoulder, "Come on in, love."
The door opened, revealing an obscenely-pregnant Hermione Weasley. "Twat." She said in greeting to the old man.
"Mrs. Weasley, what are you doing here?"
"I've come to settle my scores, while my love settles his." She replied, perching on the arm of Harry's chair with a slight wince.
"Mr. Potter seems to be confused, Mrs. Weasley."
"Well, just like you trapped Harry into a loveless marriage with a Weasley, you did the same to me."
"Come now, Mrs. Weasley." Dumbledore said, still plotting a way out of this mess. "You are carrying Ronald's child. Surely you wouldn't be doing that if you did not love him dearly."
Hermione shook her head in wonder. "It's amazing just how fucking stupid you can be. I'm not carrying Ron's child. I'm carrying Harry's. Ron's been shooting blanks since his bachelor party."
Dumbledore shot to his feet. "What?"
"Ron's been shooting-"
"I heard you!" Dumbledore interrupted. "That's not possible... I had Madam Pomfrey run tests just before your marriage. Mr. Weasley was fertile."
"He was, yes."
"But..." Dumbledore's face dropped in horror. "What have you done?" He whispered.
"I neutered him." Harry said.
"Do you know what you've done?" Dumbledore roared, looking nothing like the twinkling grandfather. "You neutered a pureblood wizard!"
"Ah, there it is..." Harry said happily. "The pureblood bigotry I knew was there. Yes, I did, old man. I ended Ron's chances of fathering children."
"The purebloods are the future!" Dumbledore roared in absolute fury. "You had no right-"
"I did, actually." Harry said. "He wanted to have sex with my woman. He thought he was worthy of her. He's not."
"And you are?" Dumbledore hissed angrily.
"No." Harry admitted. "But she's still silly enough to be with me."
"Stop it." Hermione said bossily, rapping him on the back of the head. "You're the only man I could ever think of being with, Harry."
"See? She's daft, but I love her." Harry said, reaching up and running his hand lovingly over her bump.
"It was disgusting having to allow that Weasley spawn to touch me." Hermione said with a shiver. "Unfortunately, I had no choice on the wedding night. Those same bigoted laws you love so much meant that I was forced into having sex with the vile little creature. That was the only time, though... and that unfortunate accident he had with his wand... he can't even get it up any more."
Hermione held her hand over Harry's, and together, they caressed her stomach, causing Harry to smile as the bump bulged slightly. He looked up at the master manipulator. "I can't wait to meet my baby, old man."
"You will not live long enough." Dumbledore said, happy now that he thought he had a solution. "You made a magical vow to Ginevra that you would forsake all others. Now that your indiscretion has been discovered, you will lose your magical gifts. Everything will go to your wife, and myself."
Harry nodded. "Yeah... under ideal circumstances, for you, you'd be right. Unfortunately, you fell into the same trap as the Death Eaters; you underestimated the powerful mind of Hermione Granger."
"I wrote the betrothal myself, Harry." Dumbledore boasted smugly. "I estimate the penalties should take effect in just a few moments."
"Nope, still wrong." Harry said. "Do you remember when we were in Gringotts to sign that document? Hermione was reading over my shoulder, and made a few suggestions. She wrote them onto a piece of parchment. Remember?"
Dumbledore nodded.
"Well, at the time, those love potions hampered my mind, but I still trusted Hermione. So, after she wrote all the conditions down, we incorporated them into a microdot on the contract... which you then signed."
"What?" Dumbledore's carefully made plans appeared to be in jeopardy, but he was Albus Dumbledore! He was infallible! Everyone knew that!
"Yes... the additional parts of the contract." Harry said. "The G500,000 you paid to the Weasleys is actually held in trust until 5 years of the marriage agreement date. If myself and Ginny part ways, the money returns to me. Those ways can be anything... even death. If she dies within the next four and a bit years, I get my money back."
Dumbledore frowned. "She's carrying your baby, Harry."
"I know that." Harry said, nodding sadly. "But, it's so sad... so many things can go wrong with childbirth. And when Ginny dies from 'complications'..." He trailed off, still looking sad.
"And poor Ronald." Hermione said, rejoining the conversation. "He's about to have a very bad broom accident. It's almost certainly going to be fatal."
"You can't do this!" Dumbledore snapped. "I won't allow it!"
"You have no choice." Harry said politely. "Because as I said earlier, you won't be leaving this room, Dumbledore."
"You don't have the power to defeat me, Harry." Dumbledore said smugly. "And even if you did somehow defeat me with trickery, the portraits here know the truth. They would be able to inform the Ministry of your crimes."
Harry smiled evilly. "Isn't it strange how they haven't said a word, old man? How they haven't even moved since before I entered this office?"
Dumbledore glanced up at the portraits in alarm, noting that they were all completely frozen. Panicking, the old man turned to Fawkes' perch, where the bound phoenix also appeared to be frozen.
"You messed with the smartest witch of her generation." Harry said. "A localised temporal charm. As long as we're in this room, time is frozen. Pretty complex stuff, really. A magical-signature suppression ward for yourself, of course. Wouldn't want you fighting back, would we?"
"Do you really believe I'll allow this, Potter?" Dumbledore demanded. "You are nothing more than a weapon to be wielded."
"Not anymore." Harry replied, his tone like ice. "As of right now, I'm free of your control. But there's still more, Dumbledore." He reached into his robes, pulling out a roll of parchment. "This is your will. We've already faked your signature and magical residue, so it'll hold up in Gringotts. That money you stole will be mine again. I'll also get everything you own. Your books, your instruments... the other twenty-seven inheritances you've stolen. You're going to be very good to me when you die."
Dumbledore was about to bluster again, when his limbs locked to his sides, the Petrificus holding him in place. A silencing charm quickly stopped any protests.
Harry stood up and moved closer. He was about to complete his work, when a silly phrase popped into his mind. He leaned closer, getting almost nose-to-nose with the old man. He stared into Dumbledore's eyes, their famous 'twinkle' noticeably absent. "Twinkle, twinkle, little eyes," Harry said mockingly, "now it's time for you to... die."
A simple tug of his hand ripped open the old man's robes. Reaching into his robes again, he pulled out a small item. He turned back to Hermione as he pressed it against a particular spot on the old man's chest. "Here?"
Hermione squinted slightly. "No, about a quarter inch higher, and a half-inch to the right."
Once the item was in place and pushed in, Harry squeezed.
Instantly, Dumbledore gasped.
"That feeling..." Harry hissed evilly. "That was me injecting air straight into your heart. You're having an embolism, old man. You'll be dead in approximately seven minutes."
Hermione smirked from her chair. "The best part is, it's 'natural causes'. We'll never be suspected of your death."
The old man wheezed for a moment, before his black heart gave out.
Harry leant against the desk, glancing at his watch. "Six minutes, and then we're done here." He said casually. "Can you do clean-up?"
While Hermione was waving her wand, removing all DNA traces from the office, Harry released the Petrification and began moving Dumbledore's limbs around, ending up with the old man appearing to clutch at his left arm.
Hermione glanced over. "Perfect, Harry."
"Got it." Harry checked his watch. "Another minute or so, then we can get out of here."
The minute passed very slowly, with Harry and Hermione slowly making their way to the door. "Time." Harry called, closing the door softly. Hermione tapped the modified time-turner with her wand, ending the temporal spell. Smiling at her lover, Hermione slowly walked down the stairs.
"So, how are we going to kill Ginny?"
Harry smirked. "Complications during childbirth... they can be so... drastic. And messy..."