All rights go to JK Rowling everyone. I mean I would love to own Harry Potter, buuuut I don't sooo enjoy le story ~

Albus Dumbledore sat at his desk deep in thought while he sucked on a lemon drop. The year had gone by so fast and it was almost time for Harry Potter to join Hogwarts as a student. Albus had been slightly concerned when Hagrid had reported back to him that Harry had privately spoken to a goblin but Hagrid hadn't told him about what. Albus figured it couldn't that important so he had shrugged it off at the time but whenever he thought about it, a feeling of unease would creep into his stomach.

Shrugging off the feeling again, Albus thought about what he had done to the Dursley's all those years go when he took Harry there. He remembered the pleasure he felt as the dark magic coursed through his veins as the ancient spell/ward worked its way into the foundation of the home. The spell was designed to increase hate level of the members of the house, the Dursleys, against a specific person,which was Harry, and the spell could only be broken if one of the cursed members of the house apologized. Which, Albus thought darkly amused, will never happen since Lily often spoke about how her sister and brother-in-law hated anyone or thing not 'normal'. Albus snorted at the stupidity of the muggles that thought they were 'normal'. It helps with the spells I out on Petunia.

Albus smirked at the thought of the Boy-Who-Lived being a broken boy but not too broken. No no, Albus needed the boy to be obedient and kill Tom Riddle for him. He smirked at the thought of all of the fame he would get for 'killing the dark lords'. Albus knew that he could easily get rid of Voldemort but Harry's core had been too powerful when he was younger. Albus knew that the Potter brat would be very powerful, so Albus knew he would have to do something so he got all the power and fame.

Albus jumped in chair (*cough* throne *cough*) when one of his instruments that he made to monitor the wards around the Dursley's household exploded. Albus immediately stopped the shards of the instrument from damaging himself or the headmasters paintings. He paled fast when he noticed that the instrument that exploded was the one that monitored the ancient spell/ward.

Hurrying out of his office, Albus ignored the yells from the other headmasters and walked at a brisk pace to Hogsmeade to apparate to the Dursley's. He hoped he wasn't too late and that he could somehow get everything back under control. As soon as Albus reached the gates, he turned on his heel and apparated to Privet Drive.

Albus arrived at Privet Drive just in time to see the Knight Bus disappear from view. He cursed and felt his magic flair. He rushed to the house to see who was left, hoping Petunia hadn't broken through the spells. He couldn't feel any of the wards he left over the home, they had been completely destroyed. He walked in the front door, his robes flaring around him. He noticed with indifference the places of missing pictures. Albus turned to the stairs and walked up. The first thing he saw at the top of the stairs was an unconscious Vernon sitting against the wall at the end of the hall. He scoffed under his breath as he walked over to wake the fat man.

Vernon opened his eyes to see a glowing green color. He looked up to the holder of the wand, anger rising quickly.

"Hello Vernon," the cheer in Albus's voice didn't match his expression.

"What do you want freak!" Vernon roared as he tried to get up but found he couldn't.

"I just want to talk."

Pain lanced through Vernon's head as he watched memories starting the day that blasted boy was dropped on his doorstep. By the time the memories reached the present day, Vernon was delirious with pain and not aware of anything around him.

Albus found himself pleased with most of Vernon's memories involving the boy. He had expected the boy to be abused and felt amusement at the punishments that were given to Harry. The only times his anger sparked was when Harry showed his magic and the last twenty-four hours where Harry acted independently.

The air became dense as magic escaped from Albus as he retreated from Vernon's mind. The walls around them started to smoke and the smell of burning wood filled the air. Immediately, Albus locked down his magic and the smoke disappeared. He looked down at the fat muggle with a sneer. Too bad he had an image to try and keep, killing Vernon Dursley wouldn't benefit him at the moment. After all, he could always use him later.

"Obliviate."