This was the first time Albus Dumbledore had ever experienced a natural disaster. The earth was shaking the muggles were screaming and rushing for cover. He stood there confused. As he stood there he contemplated what he had achieved in his life and his latest pet project. Harry Potter. The boy was a bit naive and too stubborn but with proper molding he'd be a great sacrifice to Voldemort. Tom had gotten too clever and escaped the Imperius Curse he was under. He was too strong to be controlled now and he needed a new pet to face his old one. Having old Sybill fake the prophecy and making sure Severus was there was perfect. The Potter boy lost his parents and was placed under his care. Dumbledore was snapped out of his thoughts when parts of the ground below him began to crumble away. He rushed to the other side of the bridge and breathed only when he thought he was safe.
He was doing what needed to be done. He had to set Sirius Black up because he would have found out just how far his manipulation's had reached. The man was a true Slytherin he mused. Pretending to be a dumb Griffyndor was a good act but Albus was just better. He had waited 10 years until Harry Potter was of age to attend Hogwarts. He would not wait any longer. A rather dark smile was placed upon his face as he apparated back inside the Hogwarts wards. Yes. He would mold they boy into a perfect savior. A martyr. He would raise the boy as a innocent lamb and send him to the slaughter and claim victory over Tom's defeat.