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Unlikely Heroes: Fallen feathers, mirrored scales	By : KusanoSaku Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 27616 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Unlikely Heroes: Fallen feathers, mirrored scales

Pairing: Future DracoxHarry

Fandom: Harry Potter

Summary: A side fic with vignettes that should give insight into characters in my Unlikely Heroes story.

Notes: I know this title isn't as epic as that of StarlightxMassacre's Rise of the Dracken: The Scaled bits but I did my best. This is not quite a side fic but will show parts of the story that didn't make it into the main story line for whatever reasons. Hopefully this is answer questions or fill in gaps.

This side fic is dedicated to one of my favorite reviewers: Child of the sea96

A/N: this takes place just after Sirius I took the Tonks to his home at Grimpond. His home is sometimes called Grimpond Manor- it gets its name from the Blacks' former name Grimaldi. They were transplanted from France. It is sometimes called Black Manor as well so don't be too exasperated if I switch it up.

Chapter 19- Albus incensed

Albus Dumbledore; Holder of the Dumbledore seat, Defeater of Grindelwald, Member of the Council of Magical Law, Supreme Mugwump of the International Confederation of Wizards, the Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Head of the Dumbledore family was furious.

How dare that loathsome excuse for a spirit treat him this way! He was his master, the Master of Hogwarts!

To spew such vileness before his subordinates and vassals was beyond the poltergeist’s normal callousness.

Someone put him up to this!

Severus? Potter? Draco Malfoy? Those pathetic misbegotten wizards spawned by Arcturus Weasley and Gideon Prewett?

When he found out who he was going to destroy them! They were going to suffer; they would wish they’d never been born. That person or persons would beg for his forgiveness and his mercy. Mercy wasn’t something he was known for…

Hogwarts was his kingdom! He was furious that Fudge had decided that the time was ripe for an attempt to resurrect the Triwizard Tournament. He’d sabotaged every attempt during his tenure as Transfiguration Professor and Head of Gryffindor by constantly reminding Dippet that it was dangerous. Who could forget that the last time there was a Triwizard Tournament all three of the three participating Schools Heads were killed by a rampaging Cockatrice.

Now as Headmaster of Hogwarts he was forced to host this idiotic Tournament. He’d heavily implied that this Tournament was terribly inconvenient because the castle was going through a remodel and that there wouldn’t be room for them. He was not playing host to a bunch of hoity-toity spoiled rich kids from Durmstrang- that bunch of Dark Magic wielding lowlifes or those pompous arrogant princesses from Beauxbatons.

How dare those Durmstrangers think they could come in and seduce his students! Karkaroff’s precious golden boy Viktor whom he bragged incessantly about because he flew professionally and still attended school as if he, Albus Dumbledore didn’t have fine students.

Out of all his students why a Hufflepuff? Cedric Diggory was the Hogwarts Champion? Insane! There were far more qualified students.

It was embarrassing to have Diggory put up against the likes of Krum and Delacour. Perhaps, he’d done his students a disservice cutting out all those classes in neutral magic and introduction to healing or Magical Law. There were tons of spells that Krum and Delacour knew that would put Diggory at a disadvantage.

Why couldn’t they banish that pesky poltergeist? Peeves!

As if having Aberforth his useless near squib of a brother knowing his terrible secret wasn’t bad enough. That nosy git had the audacity to tell Gellert he wasn’t pregnant with his child. He’d shown all the symptoms! What a cruel prank Magic had pulled making him the most brilliant student in the history of Hogwarts and the heir of the Dumbledore family infertile from birth! She was cruel, imminently cruel. He’d taken great pains not to have his condition known. He’d learned how to cast a memory charm on the family healer and removed that distasteful note in his file. It was no one’s business he was born disfigured. His father couldn’t even look at him knowing what he’d been born without. He’d brewed growing potions, muscle growing potions and others to bypass his disfigurement.

Peeves saw beneath his glamour? No one, not even his lovers Gellert and Elphias saw.

He had to figure out who attacked him and stole his wands. He’d make them sorry for attacking him. Who would have the wherewithal to attack someone of his reputation?

That nosy useless excuse for an Auror Nymphadora Tonks deserved to die for poking her manipulable nose into his affairs. He’d fic her soon! As soon as he got his wand back of course…

Not a man? He was a powerful man! He reached for a lemon drop.

The lemon taste melted away and he spat. Liver? What? He reached for another to taste vomit. He spit it out and reached for his teacup. He went to take a drink to have his nose bitten. He hurled his teacup across the room. Mess with his lemon drops and tea? Prank him? Those bastards!

Dumbledore summoned another cup and poured himself tea only to have his nose bitten again.

Bloody Merlin! The school, his little mouldable students did this! Percy!

How did that boy end up throwing off his memory charms and end up engaged to that useless Quidditch obsessed prat Wood? That brilliant boy was throwing himself away! How would a brainless gorm of a Quidditch Keeper help Percival on his way to Minister for Magic? Molly and himself had invested a lot in that boy and he was throwing it away. Penelope was the perfect political wife for him!

Absently he took another lemon drop only to find his nose bleeding profusely. He tried to stem the bleeding by tilting his head back to feel the blood pour down his throat. His hat fell off and he reached up to try to catch it to feel a pronounced lack of ears. His ears were cursed off? His nose was bleeding from being twice bitten by his teacups and now from eating a lemon drop. He tore out of his Tower and made his way towards the Infirmary.

Slipping multiple times in the corridors and the encountering those balls on the staircase and the snakes.

Albus hated snakes! He hated them from the moment that idiot hat tried to sort him there.

By the time he reached the infirmary he found Poppy Pomfrey tending to various sprains and assorted injuries. He sent a weak shocking spell at her, his wandless magic was limited at best especially since he relied so much on the Elder Wand he’d taken from Gellert.

Pomfrey turned to him and gaped, “Albus?”

Before hurrying to tend to him.

However she was unable to stop the bleeding.

For which he cursed himself, it served him right for hiring a fourth-rate medi-witch. Poppy hadn’t been able to qualify as a full healer.

Pomfrey was practically crying because she couldn’t help him. “Albus I’m so sorry. I don’t know how to stop the bleeding. I can’t figure out what happened to your ears either. I have healed the bites. What happened to you?”

Albus could hardly breathe due to his nosebleed; his was wandless and very angry. He stormed out into Poppy’s office and stood in front of the floo. He couldn’t Apparate without a wand. He couldn’t talk so flooing was out. Without a wand he couldn’t even summon the Knight Bus. He was trapped in his own castle!

Forget merely punishing…he’d torture his tormentors and kill them slowly.

Yes that’s what he would do. He would flay them alive; slowly boil them to death and then feed Hagrid’s precious Thestrals. They would die in agony begging for his forgiveness and pleading for mercy. He would feed them a paralysing potion that made nerves go off like they were under the Cruciatus.

He hated healers, a smart healer could notice a glamour charm and he would not let anyone know his embarrassing secret: he was born with multiple genital abnormalities; They ranged from severe hypospadias; his urethra the hole he pissed out of was is at the base of his penis, he also had a micropenis it was less then less than two inches and testicular agenesis; to put it plainly he born without bollocks. All of which was instrumental in his discovering how to create glamour charms and then forcing his family healer to forget his deformities before he attended Hogwarts. Therefore they couldn’t pass on knowledge of his condition to Poppy Pomfrey’s predecessor who was far too observant for her own good and it had taken rather ingenious plotting to make her ill enough that she finally retired. Leaving the newly instated Headmaster to find her replacement.

To his immense embarrassment Aberforth had taken pleasure in informing his beautiful perfect Gellert about his numerous deformities and his sterility. Callously telling him that a bollocks-less wonder could nether conceive nor sire a child. Either he, Albus was crazy or mad. Aberforth taunted him for months while he was pregnant that he was suffering from something termed as ‘hysterical pregnancy’.

He’d wanted Gellert’s child too much, so much his body had mimicked a pregnancy and he’d foolishly believed it was real. Convinced it was a miracle…

Gellert found out he grotesquely deformed, imperfect and therefore unworthy to stand at his side as his consort as Gellert remade the world. Their child male or female would have been the next Merlin; it would have been impossible for them to be like Aberforth.

It was unfair that Aberforth was inferior in everyway but had the ability to reproduce and had done so regrettably with Molly Prewett. Ronald was about as intelligent as his sire and his sister Ginny was too much like Ariana. That incident with the Diary had left her mentally, emotionally and magically scarred.

The only way for Albus to have fertile sperm would be to Polyjuice himself to be capable of fertile sperm. He hadn’t in his hundred plus years of life with the exception of Gellert for a short time mind you found anyone worthy of siring or bearing his child.

Elphias Doge was merely a worshiping pawn, no one would befriend either of them. Albus was the son of a Muggle killer and Azkaban Prisoner while Elphias was still recovering from Dragon pox. The less then intelligent boy had been easy to bring to bed and had convinced his parents to let him take his ‘best friend’ with him on his Grand Tour. The trip he couldn’t go one because Ariana killed their mother. Elphias had the audacity to go without him and then to fall in love with some foreigner.

The bloke died in an ‘accident’ and Elphias mourned him but it took less then three months for Elphias to return to his bed. The foreigner was useful for something because Elphias had a son. The boy had been names Albin and he had been its godfather along with the child’s aunt. The child had stayed with Elphias despite the protests and pleadings of the sire’s family. Elphias had come to blame them for his Bondmate’s death and at his urging had cut off all contact.

The child knew he wasn’t his sire but looked on him as a parent. Albin Doge was the closest thing he had to a true heir though the boy hadn’t lived up to his name. Ronald was not going to receive the title or seat anymore then Aberforth. He’d out live them all if he had to.

He hatted Muggleborns, he blamed his Muggle Ancestors for his deformity and it took great difficulty for him to be nice to the Muggleborns but his fame as the Muggleborn champion had grown despite his true hatred of them. If Granger wasn’t or at least hadn’t been so useless then he would had found a way to be rid of her. Myrtle had fulfilled her purpose by being the first murder victim of young Tom Riddle. Myrtle, that whimpering wisp of a Ravenclaw who spent more time blubbering then in the library improving herself. If Lily hadn’t been so talented he would have scorned her as well.

He was wandless, still bleeding, trapped in his precious castle, earless and mad with rage. He swallowed three blood replenishing potions forgetting that they had to be taken three hours apart. This nosebleed was more then a mere inconvenience! It wouldn’t stop! When he found out who did this to him he’d make them suffer.

What do you think? Outstanding? Exceeds Expectations? Acceptable? Poor? Dreadful? Troll?

A/N:Sorry it's taken so long to update. I've got a summer internship that leaves me bone and brain weary when I arrive home between eleven and midnight. I hope you enjoy it.

This was a chapter I would have preferred not to write but with all the pranking of Dumbles by Gred, Forge Harry and Slytherins it was needed. Hope you enjoy.
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