Changing The Past

13. DUMBLEDORE'S PLAN

TW - dub con underage very gross

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Dumbledore needed to up his search into Hadrian Peverell. He refuses to believe this boy didn't have any previous knowledge of magic or his family. He just couldn't believe it and he couldn't believe that boy has everyone else wrapped around his finger in such a short time. He needed to get him out of his way or get him under his thumb. He was stuck trying to decide how to go about it until the answer jumped out at him at lunch or well more accurately jumped and fell out of the seat onto the floor. Walden Macnair. He thought with a grin. That was his ticket into gathering information on Hadrian Peverell. He would threaten him. Yes, he supposed, that could work. He could scare the boy into snitching on his fellow Slytherins. All he needed to do now was draft a letter to the young macnair boy to get him to his office. He accio'd a piece of parchment and quill.

    Mr. Macnair.
    Please come to my office after lunch immediately.
    Dumbledore.

His letter was straight to the point. It should hopefully make Macnair worried that he is in trouble. Dumbledore couldn't help but sport an evil grin. He quickly looked around to see if anyone noticed his evil plans or smile. He waved his hand and the letter disappeared and reappeared in front of Macnair. Dumbledore watched as the boy read it and paled immensely. A smirk crossed his face so quickly that no one would've noticed it. He ate his lunch in a carefree and unbothered mood.

At the end of lunch, Dumbledore got up and walked to his office quickly so that he could make sure he was prepared for the visit of his newest pawn. Soon enough Macnair walked into the office and took a seat in front of Dumbledore's desk.

"Hello Professor."

"Good afternoon Mr. Macnair. Thank you for coming so quickly. I asked you here so we could discuss some important issues. Now you are facing expulsion currently and I am here to explain why and what you can do to fix it." Dumbledore continued without letting Macnair say anything. He was obviously lying but the gullible pawn didn't need to know that. If the boy does find out he can always obliviate him.

"Now there are two things you can do to make up for it. You can either do a year's worth of extra homework or you can tell me everything you know about your fellow Slytherins Tom and Hadrian. Now you can take a second and think it over and let me know the choice you make." Dumbledore quieted down and allowed the boy to think. He hoped that he was dumber than he originally thought. He didn't want the boy asking questions on his options or why speaking about his classmates could stop him from getting expelled. He didn't have to wait too long for the dumb boy to look up and talk.

"I think.. er.. I'll go with the second choice. I'd rather not have more homework."

"Good choice my dear boy. Now let's hear about these boys."

"What would you like to know first?"

"Does Mr. Riddle... ehm... Mr. Slytherin ever make Mr. Evans... ehm... Mr. Peverell do things he shouldn't?"

"No, as far as I know it's really the other way around. Hadrian stops Tom from doing things he normally would've without Hadrian by his side."

"Such as?"

"Tom doesn't get angry for no reason anymore. Is there anything else you would like to know? I really don't want to be expelled."

"Does Tom show any unwanted interest in Hadrian?"

"He's always staring at him and dragging him places and erm I'm not sure how saying any of this will help me out of expulsion." Macnair was utterly confused but was willing to do anything and he meant almost anything to get out of expulsion. Hell if Dumbledore told him the only way to save himself from being expelled was to drop his trousers, bend over the old man's desk and let him spread him open on his old wrinkly dick then he would do it without complaint. Don't get him wrong, it sounds utterly disgusting but as long as he doesn't get his wand snapped he could live with it. Hell who knows, he thought, the old man might be really good in bed. While Macnair was lost in his thoughts, Dumbledore stared into his eyes and shuffled through his thoughts. He couldn't help but smirk when he glanced at his most recent thoughts about him being good in bed. Maybe he should file that away to happen after he gets his answers today.