Dumbledore was furious how dear a useless stupid Lord tell him what to do and how to run his own school.
He had been happy when the ex Headmaster Dippet had dropped dead in his office, though the man refused to tell anyone who killed him he hadn't thought much about it at the time. He didn't believe he man died of old age and had thanked the killer.
Now he wished he didn't he now knew the killer, and he wasn't too happy or excited about how he was behaving. He had taken his best dollable pawn to his house to train him and a slave.
Dumbledore knew how slave contracts were like he himself had a slave ready to serve him he knew how the training of a slave worked.
Dumbledore then smiled cruelly. The twinkle in his eyes increased drastically. Maybe just maybe he could use this to his advantage.
Seeing how cruel the Lord could be, Tom would see referage from someone just as powerful, thinking they could break the spell, but the boy didn't need to know it was impossible. He could make the hate him more and more, forcing him to be a Dark Lord. Yes, that was what he was going to do.
(Oh, how wrong you are old man)
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FanfictionHarry became the master of death defeated the dark Lord but why couldn't he find happiness he found out he was used tricked and betrayed and the only two who never lied to him was the same dark Lord he killed and Draco Malfoy who was murdered by Ron...
