Note 01: This story will be based on actions of my characters in Free Play or otherwise inspired by the characters in my 'party' in a particular scene. There is no guarantee that I will finish this story, but I will put a list on my profile of stories I've given up on, if anyone else would like to adopt them.

Idea: 2nd Year - The Dueling Club - Snape makes Harry duel but Harry (Right Trigger/Polyjuice) is revealed to be Dumbledore.

Pairings: None

Note 02: Dumbledore is a good, but severely misguided soul, in this story.

Word Count: 449

"Ah, hello, Harry," Dumbledore said. Harry was sitting against a tree by the lake. "Do you mind if I join you?"

"Go ahead professor," Harry said. Dumbledore's bones creaked and groaned as he sat down.

"The disadvantages of getting old," he said. "Are you going to the dueling club tomorrow?"

"Doubt it," Harry said. "Lockhart's the one running it. No offense sir, but the man's a fraud, and I don't really see why you hired him."

"He was, unfortunately, the only applicant. The post of Defense Against the Dark Arts is said to be cursed."

"And you can't just un-curse it?"

"Oh, my boy, ha ha," Dumbledore said, then gestured him to lean in, as if to tell him a secret. "I'm not all powerful, nor all knowing, despite what the rest of the world may think. Mmm, Professor Lockhart won't be the only professor there you know."

"Professor Flitwick? Hermione said he was a dueling champion."

"Unfortunately, no. He seems to have the same opinion of the man as you. Professor Snape will be there." Harry snorted.

"All the more reason to stay away." Dumbledore blinked in confusion and frowned.

"Surely, he isn't that bad, Harry."

"He seems to hate me."

"Ah. No, not you. What you represent, I think. But Professor Snape has my complete trust, and he wouldn't allow his personal feelings to cloud the judgment of any student." Harry stared at him in disbelief.

"With all due respect sir, have you ever attended one of his classes? While invisible so he doesn't know your there? If any Slytherin and I make a potion the exact same way, and get the exact same results, the Slytherin in question normally gets an outstanding, while I get an acceptable at best. And that's only if he doesn't 'accidentally' drop my vial, or vanish its contents before giving me a zero for the day. And poor Neville's practically terrified to tears by him every class!"

"I-I've heard complaints about him, but I thought they were just because of he was the least liked teacher in the school."

"Didn't you ever wonder why he was the least liked teacher in the school?"

"And there is my problem. No, no I haven't. Is it truly so bad, Harry?"

"Yes sir."

"I see. I hope, perhaps, I can convince you to attend the dueling club anyway. I'll tell you a secret, Harry. The hat nearly put me in Slytherin." Harry smiled slightly.

"Me too sir."

"Ah, mmm, that does explain quite a bit. Anyway, Harry, I have a plan. Let's go see a Ravenclaw." He got up, his bones creaking again, and held out his hand to Harry to help him up.