Present Mixed in the Past

Chapter 13| Lemon Drops

Dumbledore didn't understand what was going on. He knew what he was doing when he laid that boy out in front of the Dursleys' house. He knew that the Dursleys were magic hating, the perfect recipe for an abused weak boy. A boy he could control and manipulate, a lamb for the slaughter.

However, when he saw the boy walk up to the hat, he looked different. There was a peaceful look on his face, a knowing look. It was as if the boy had lived only a peaceful day. He walked up with a grace that no eleven-year-old should have. His head was held tall, his back straight.

He didn't like that. That meant Harry wasn't abused enough, wasn't hurt enough. He needed a weak-willed boy that he could control and mold. If he couldn't have that, then he needed to obliviate the boy and isolate him till he was ready to be a lamb.

Sighing, the Headmaster looked around his crowded office, popping a lemon drop in his mouth.

"That's disgusting." Phineas Nigellus Black, a noble Headmaster sneered at the current one.

Albus glared at the Dark Wizard but quickly stopped and instead focused on the reports on the boy. The other Headmasters never liked him, they claimed that he was evil, that he was a power-hungry bastard. He wasn't any of those things! He was the Lord of the Light! He was doing all of this for the good of-

"I'm hungry ya know." A voice called from a closed door.

The greying wizard scowled a little, however he did summon a house elf- a weak, rawboned thing that was barely wearing anything rags- to get some proper food. The house elf bowed deeply, quickly popping away to collect whatever they could to fill a plate and mug. They wished that they could have a taste of the food, but they knew better than that.

When they appeared again, the tray was taken from them and they were brushed aside. Dumbledore may speak about unity and equality about creatures, but he rarely ever meant it. They were dark. They were evil. It didn't matter if they were forced to be what they were, they were still evil!

"You know... He won't like you." The person shifted some, the gentle jiggling of the heavily enchanted signally their silent movement.

"He will. I am the-"

"I've heard it thousands of before." There was a heavy sigh from the prisoner, who stared at the other with disapproving brown eyes. "You will lose."

Dumbledore scoffed, placing the tray on the small stool. He then turned to the person he had chained. The man wasn't looking at him anymore, instead just leaning his head against the metal cage he was in.

"I have plans. Your sight will help that if you-"

"I'm chained, and he isn't as foolish as you think... Besides, my sight will no longer help you." A smirk formed on brunet's face, his eyes narrowing in amusement. "The others have found a solution~"

The greying Headmaster scowled, backing out of the room quickly. He watched as the Black Headmaster smirked down at him, glaring a little.

"Didn't go well?" He teased.

"Silence." With a wave of his hand, a silencing charm was placed on the frame.

Phineas smirked, relaxing in his portrait. He liked knowing his words were able to get under the collected Wizard. He hated how fake and manipulative the man was. Well, he was fine with those to a degree, a degree Albus had long since passed. Besides, this bastard had manipulated his family. No one manipulates a Black and gets away with it.

The manipulative monster hummed in thought as he popped in another lemon drop as he went back to reading. It seemed the boy was adjusting easily, being something close to a prodigy. He seemed to have taken an interest in potions, charms, and transfiguration. He could agree with the last two, but he couldn't have the boy liking potions.