3rd person
Professor Albus Dumbledore paced back and forth inside his office in Hogwarts. Around him sat a family of redheads and a small bushy haired girl.
The Weasley matriarch, patriarch, and their youngest son and daughter and young Hermione Granger.
Molly Weasley, the Weasley matriarch, was a short woman. Her body was curvaceous in a way that only a person's body could be when they've been eating good for year's.
Although her face displayed a motherly and war smile her eyes displayed something else. Greed.
Next to molly sat her husband, Arther. Arther was a tall and a hefty man, quiet and complacent. He sat holding his wife hand with a concerned look on his face.
Dispite his wife and children showing little to no care for the safety of young "Harry Potter" he felt guilt and shame.
"How could this have happened? I told you to keep that boy on a tight leash." Dumbledore lashed.
"It's not our fault that new bitch came in and brainwashed him." Hermione huffed.
"Not only that but whatever spell she put on him made my Harrykins obsessed with her. " Ginny cries.
Molly reaches over to comfort her little girl.
"Something has to be done, Albus. We did not exhaust ourselves pretending to care for that both just to loose everything." Molly glares.
"I'll think of something-"
"You better." Molly yells." I would hate to have to go to the head ministers and tell them about you wrong doings."
Dumbledore's face contracts. Shifting from angry to annoyed to fearful.
"There's no need to be rash, Mrs. Weasley. I've already made the arrangements with the Dursly family to b extra firm with Mr. Potter this upcoming break."
Dumbledore's face shifted to a sinister smile. Behind his eyes layed a promise of violence and cruelty.
Molly Weasley took a deep breath before taking a seat.
"Good."
"What about the girl?" Hermione asks.
Dumbledore is caught off guard at the question before composing himself.
"Evelyn Crescent is heir to one of the most powerful wizarding families in the world, if we can get her on our side, we'll be unstoppable." He cackles
The occupants of the room began to cackle in unison as thunder crackles outside.
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FantasiaHarry Potter has always had a hard life beaten and bruised by the people who are supposed to love him. When a new girl shows up at Hogwarts secrets and lies are exposed, is Harry really who they say her is.