Dumbledork's Reaction
Chapter 11: Dumbledork's Reaction
While everything was happening with Harry and his family, Dumbledore was silently fuming, who did this upstart hick of a witch, and her old crone of a grandmother think they were? How had his plan gone so horribly wrong?
Harry was supposed to have lived his life with the magic hating muggles who had been related to his mother, he was supposed to grow up hurting and desperate for adult approval making him even more susceptible to the potions Albus would have placed on him during this first breakfast.
What wasn't supposed to happen was for this American tramp to show up out of nowhere claiming to be Harry's adoptive mother, actually giving a damn about the boy, much less any of the other brats, and begin to wreck years of carefully cultivated work in the span of a few hours! Albus was so deep in his thoughts and delusions that he wasn't paying much attention to Queral, the Voldemort riddled parasite, or whatever it was that the two troullups were doing with his failed weapon.
Though that very quickly changed when he heard the word Horcrux and saw both American witches with their wands pointed at the still groveling pest he had allowed into his precious school as a way to gain more control over the stupid child he'd chosen to use as a pawn.
"Now ladies I simply cannot allow you to go around pointing your wands at my staff it is-" Albus was cut off from his stream of manure spewing when Azalea waved her wand, one he didn't recognize from Olivander's or the associate shops and recited a spell.
"For those of us who cannot see, reveal to us your true identity, hidden from our current eyes, remove and reveal your disguise!" Azalea's spell was an older bit of magic and made Albus scowl even more as he recognized it from the old ways.
However, his reaction to the spell was short lived, as not only was Queral's turban ripped away, revealing Voldemort's face on the back of his head, but the rat that had been hidden in Ron's pocket was also revealed to be none other than Peter Pettigrew. There were several gasps of shock, one of the worst coming from Minerva, he'd hear no end of this now!
He needed to speak to Figg, Crouch, and Fudge, and he needed to speak to them now.
"I believe this is far too much excitement for the students so early in the morning," he quickly cut in, "Let us send them about their days while we work things out."
Severus snorted in disdain as he was the one to grab Pettigrew, "Yes because the students will be able to focus on everything so easily."
While Albus was ready to throttle the greasy haired git, he was stopped from doing so by none other than the brat who lived himself.
"I don't know Professor, I think I'd rather focus on classes right now then whatever the bloody hell, sorry mum, is going on here."