Dumblydore and his Stupidity
It was a chilly november day and Albus was sitting in his office plotting as usual. Fawks was on his perch with his head tucked under his wing. Albus certainly wasn't prepared for what was about to happen. Shortly after dinner the two magic paper weights that sat on his desk spinning stopped one after the other. He shot up and stared at them for a second before he got a look on his face that would make one think their worst nightmare had just come true. He rushed over to the floo taking a handful of the magic shimmering powder that sat on the mantle in his hand. He threw it in and called out for the Hogs Head down in Hogsmeade. As soon as he stepped out he apparated to number four Privet Drive. He barged in to see Petunia sitting with a crying Dudley.
Petunia looked up at him and began yelling “YOU! GET OUT OF MY HOME RIGHT THIS INSTANCE! HARRY IS DEAD BECAUSE OF YOU LEFT HIM HERE WITH VERNON! VERNON HAS BEEN TAKEN TO JAIL BECAUSE OF YOU!” Then she burst into tears blubbering about how Vernon was never like that until he had met dumbledore.
Not wanting to deal with her he wiped their minds of his visit and anything about him and walked out the door. Only to be accosted by a very persistent owl. The owl was carrying a letter from Gringotts informing him that his vault was emptied and that any future deposits would be taken until he was able to fill his debt. It shouldn't have happened, he had far too much money he had taken from little Harry’s vaults and Hogwarts to ever run out. He apparated straight into Griphooks office.
The goblin had a look that told Albus he was partially to blame for the letter. “What happened to my payments? Where is my money, Griphook!” He was fuming at all the evidence that littered his office. There was a box meant to carry lordship rings sitting on his desk. The chair in front of it was warm when he sat down.
“As Harry Potter is now dead, all vaults belonging to him were removed from your authority. There is also a new lord who happened to own several vaults you had taken from and did not appreciate the theft. The items and money were reclaimed and sent to their proper vaults. The teachers that you had been underpaying have also gotten a raise.”Grip hook practically spit at him while grinding like a cheshire cat. Albus knew there was nothing he could do so he left. He would have to find a new dark lord in the next few years or he was going to lose his power to the flow of time.
He returned to Hogwarts to find Fawkes no longer on his perch. Where the blasted bird had gone he would never know. It was supposed to bond with the headmaster or an heir to out of the founders if available but it seemed to despise him more than anything.