Harry Potter and the Lighting Lord

Chapter 30

Lucius Malfoy threw his bottle of Firewhisky to the ground. The bottle shattered, as he angrily looked back to the mirror that stood suspended on the wall of his study. He didn't particularly like that new contraption because quite frankly it was something he couldn't control. That Magical Daily Press was the bane of his existence. Oh, how he wished he could get his hands on the new owners of the press. The move of someone taking over the Daily Prophet had almost given him a heart attack and he was very young by magical standards!

He didn't know what was up with him lately! He should have known better than to publicly threaten Potter, but honestly, what could a thirteen-year-old boy do? How dare that brat destroy the diary? Even thinking about his master's reaction should he return sent chills down Lucius's spine. How in Merlin's name had Black survived that attack? He scoffed at the mere thought that Potter could have performed all those feats of magic. The boy was merely thirteen years old; it was probably the media exaggerating again. But this report he had just watched was a big blow to him; his credibility would take a massive hit. He would have to do something to get it back. What to do? Damn that Potter brat!

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Albus Dumbledore was pacing in his office, fuming. A large mirror was suspended in thin air on the other side of the office. Oh, how he wanted to destroy it! He had absolutely no control over it or the Magical Daily Press, and now he was being targeted by all. The people had started questioning whether it was time for him to step down from the post of headmaster. HIM! He was Albus Dumbledore! There was no way he was going to step down as Headmaster. This was his castle dammit! He and Minerva McGonagall had come under heavy fire after the incident of the chamber, and that was unacceptable!

That blasted Lucius Malfoy couldn't even get rid of Sirius Black properly! How that man was a Slytherin, he didn't know. Really, an assassination attempt in the middle of Diagon Alley was bound to attract attention. And Black didn't even have the decency to die; Harry had to have intervened.

His grand plan for Harry's second year had blown up in Albus's face. He had made progress by making the entire school and country turn against the boy, but after Harry killed that basilisk and explained about the true nature about parseltongue, he was once again the hero. Coupled with the fact that Lily Potter had managed to save her infant son and had defeated Voldemort in the process, and by giving her the Order of Merlin, the popularity of the Potter family was tremendous.

He had tried to stop Cornelius from giving the Order of Merlin, but alas! The man hadn't listened to him. Why didn't people understand that what he did was for the greater good? Harry had a destiny to die by Voldemort's hand. After Albus destroyed all of Voldemort's Horcruxes, he was sure the man would feel remorse for his actions, take back his name as Tom Riddle and become the next Leader of the Light. Again, Harry had been a thorn in his side. The brat had revealed Voldemort's real name and had thus exposed Tom for who he was.

Albus looked at the Elder wand in his hand. He had thought that the wand had switched masters after Harry had disarmed him but he was starting to wonder if that was indeed true. The wand had not disappeared, and Albus could still use it, just like before. Maybe he was still the master of the wand because he was far more powerful than Harry. He conjured a chess board.

"Oh, Harry" Albus whispered, looking at the chess pieces. "You have managed to one-up me. But you are still far too inexperienced compared to me. You will fall, I'm sure of it. I'm willing to wait; after all, patience is something I have in plenty. You cannot avoid your destiny forever, my boy"

Albus wouldn't realise until much later that his theory was wrong; and that even though he might slow Harry down, it wasn't possible for him to defeat Harry as karma was sure to bite Albus in the arse.