Power is something Albus Dumbledore has grown to
love over his life. He loved he could manipulate
people so easily. He loved that thousands admired
him. He loved that he invoked the fear into Cornelius
Fudge that we was going to steal his job. But most of
all he loved he could mould the children in his school to be perfect soldiers.
He had mastered his techniques in manipulation in
the past 100 years, wrapping adults and children
alike around his finger. After all he wasn't going to
forget everything gellert ,his ex lover, taught him
back when he was only a young boy.
The elder man was nearly 115 he had watched
people be born and die, two world wars and two
wizarding wars. However the old man new another
one was brewing. Tom wouldn't win, albus knew that
absolutely
Dumbledore had the order of phoenix , thousands of
children in Hogwarts who would willingly fight for him
, severus (his spy) but most importantly the boy who
lived all Molded perfectly to fight for his cause.
It was all too easy.
Albus was very proud if his collection of pawns
They were his prized possessions