"Good evening, Voldemort," he nodded in a serious mood. He looked around the table for Yaxley and when he found him he smirked.

"I told you not to invite him," he sneered.

"I thought that you were jesting," he furrowed his brow.

In an instant, Yaxley was frozen in place.

Voldemort stood, "What is the meaning of this?" he scolded.

"I was recently informed by Minister Fudge that they had a spy in your Inner Circle,"

Voldemort smirked then snorted then chuckled then just burst out laughing and released Yaxley from his spell.

"You- you really think- that- the fool- could gain a- SPY- in- my- my Inner Circle," he breathed in between laughs. It was like he was having a fit.

Then Harry was confused, "Wait- What?" A few moments of silence passed until a moment of realization hit. He wasn't normally this slow, "OHHHHHHHHH."

Voldemort recovered from his fit of laughter, "'Oh', Indeed, 'Oh' indeed," he chuckled.

"Apologies, Yaxley," he looked at the fuming man, "but I still don't like you,"

Yaxley raised an eyebrow then nodded chuckling lightly, "I have no idea why but... fine,"

"Is that all?" Voldemort raised an eyebrow, being quite annoyed.

If another Death Eater had ever questioned the Lord's power or authority then they would have probably been in a lot of pain by now. Since that person was Harry, he couldn't, shouldn't and didn't want to.

Harry nodded and took a seat.

"Thank you, I am glad to know that you are loyal," he dismissed, carrying on with the meeting.

On the topic of the next initiation, Voldemort asked Harry the question that he had been waiting to ask for a long time.

"Speaking of the Dark Mark, Do you wish to be marked, Harry?" he raised an eyebrow. Truth be told, he didn't mind if Harry was marked or not. As long as he was loyal, it would be great.

Harry did not want to be marked at all. He thought that since Voldemort was his equal that he wouldn't be marked. That raised the question. Ally of follower? Sure, Harry supported his cause and the ways that he acquired power but... he couldn't see himself as a follower. He thought of himself as an ally or an equal. He just hoped that Tom saw it that way.

"No," he simply said, in hopes of not divulging on the topic further.

Ignoring the people around him's stares, he nodded and continue the meeting.

It was in the middle of the meeting when he felt a presence within the wards in his office. A sickening amount of Light Magic was there. Dumbledore.

"Excuse me," he said simply, interrupting Voldemort mid-sentence.

He shadow-stepped to the shadows of his office and saw Dumbledore ruffling through his desk drawer.

Harry released his magic all around the room and Dumbledore froze up.

"Who goes there?" he asked, slightly frightened; if slightly frightened meant he was going to pee his pants. It would not look good if Dumbledore was seen going through the Chief Warlock's personal property, in his own home, no less. Hogwarts technically did belong to him. He was surprised that Harry hadn't used that against him yet.

"What did I say about it being rude to spy on people, Thief," his voice echoed through the walls of the office, "Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, the once-great wizard but now nothing more than a Thief and a Liar,"

Dumbledore looked around the office frantically looking for the source of the voice. Harry stepped out of the shadows with an impassive look on his face.

"Albus Dumbledore, Defeater of Grindelwald," he chuckled, "Don't think I won't hesitate to send your little letters to Rita Skeeter," he smirked, "For the Greater Good," he imitated Bella's crazy lady voice that always seemed to work. She didn't exactly sound like that.

"That's right," he smiled, "I know everything," he chuckled, "I bet that Ariana would hate to see you like this," he whispered.

"No, no, it isn't possible," he shook his head, backing up into Harry's desk. He was paler than his beard and his eyes were wide with fear.

"Do me a favour, Albus," he winked," and get out," he said calmly.

Dumbledore ran to the door. That was the fastest Harry ever saw the man go; other than his fall from the Astronomy tower, of course.

Harry shook his head, retracted his magic and wiped Dumbledore from his wards. He shadow-stepped back to Everette.

"I'm terribly sorry about that," he sighed, taking his seat and putting his forehead on the table.

"Any reason why you had to leave so suddenly?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

Harry sighed and sat up straight, "Dumbledore seems to be very interested in me..."

Voldemort raised another eyebrow, "Is that so..."

"Unfortunately so.... But do not worry," he smirked, "I may have a plan,"

He winked.

"Absolute lunatic," Severus mumbled under his breath.

"You may have become crazier than Bellatrix, Harry," Fenrir chuckled

They laughed hysterically; especially Bella.

***

Dumbledore paced in his office as he often did when in thought.

There is something up with that boy, I know it. He disappears off to Morgana knows where for hours a day and then just pops into places as if nothing happened.

That magic. So dark, so very dark...

He will pay for what he did to me. It'll teach him to mess with the Defeater of Grindelwald, Supreme Mugwump of the ICW, Chie- never mind.

There has to be something. A loose end or something. Something that he could destroy or hurt him. He would have killed Sirius like he planned to do but he was nowhere to be found...

A knock at the door shook him out of his thoughts.

Normally, he could sense who was knocking at the door from wards that he put on his office but something about this... presence was... odd.

The candles in Dumbledore's office went out and it became cold. Oddly, Fawkes hadn't moved a muscle.

Before Dumbledore could speak, the door opened and a man dressed from head to toe in full, professional combat robes stood there, towering over Dumbledore. His black hood covered his eyes and his stride was smooth as if he was floating.

"Who are you?" Dumbledore asked bluntly.

"Good evening, Albus," he spoke nonchalantly, taking a seat opposite Dumbledore's desk.

"What do you want?" he asked, angrily. The man had the nerve to come in here unannounced and make himself comfortable in his seat.

"I simply wish to give you advice," he stated monotonously.

Dumbledore had forgotten all about the situation and wanted to defend his ego, "I don't need advice from you."

"Dearie me, Albus, not even a chance?" he asked silkily.

"What is it?"

Dumbledore realized what kind of magic it was. It was Harry's. There was no doubt about it.

"I advise that you stay away from the boy, Albus, he is more than you think," he smirked and blended into the shadows. Albus looked around frantically. What kind of magic was that?

"Got it?" it echoed around the walls seemingly going around in circles around the 112-year-old, making him dizzy.

"Oh, and the name is Ashe, Ashe Marvolo,"

With that, everything became still and warmth returned to the room.

"Lemon drop," he muttered as he took a seat at his desk.

He was pacing again in no time and that was when he realized. That was it! He could finally get Harry. A memory of that incident would do wonders if put before the Wizengamot.

HUZZAH!! DUMBLEDORE FOR THE WIN!

***

Harry was rolling around on the floor of his office laughing like a mad man when he heard a knock at the door. Minerva.

"May I come in, Harry?" she asked.

"Yeah, sure. Come on in."

Harry opened the door with some wandless magic. He was in the middle of revision. His first OWL was in three days.

"Thank you," she entered and took a seat opposite Potter.

"What can I do for you, Professor?" he asked, looking up from his book.

"You see, I was just wondering where you had to go yesterday. I was looking for you and the Mr Malfoy said that you disappeared."

"Ah....Draco," he sighed, "Well..." he rubbed the back of his neck, unable to think of any words or excuses.

"What is it, Harry?" she raised an eyebrow, "I won't tell on you, it is friend to friend,"

Harry sighed, desperately trying to think of excuses.

"Follow me?" he held an arm out to the Scottish woman.

She took it and they shadow-stepped to the other side of the room.

"WHAT WAS THAT?" she asked, alarmed by the sudden teleportation.

"Shadow-stepping," he sighed, sitting back down. That was the only way for him to get out of the situation without disclosing too many secrets. In a way, it was true. He did show-step to Voldemort's meeting room.

She gasped, "Like...shadow-stepping as in... Shadow Magic?" she asked in disbelief.

Harry went to look for a few papers in his drawers.

"The one and only,"

Minerva sat in front of Harry occasionally opening her mouth to speak before shutting it again. Harry had dealt with so many different types of people and just ignored the woman and continue to work.

After about half an hour of Harry completely ignoring Minerva, she finally spoke, "That's very dark magic, is it not?"

Harry nodded.

"And very difficult to control," she scolded.

"You get used to it," he shrugged.

"Listen, Harry," she spoke, "Just... be careful, You-Know-Who is out there and he'll be looking for you," she looked at Harry with her 'professor' glare.

'In fact, I think that he will be looking for me next week at the meeting,' he thought but he couldn't say that. The poor woman would have a heart attack. Instead, he nodded, solemnly.

Once Minerva left, Harry continued his studying. Busy, busy, busy.

***

Harry sat at the Staff table during breakfast, calmly eating a slice of toast as normal when a large falcon soared above them The hall was awestruck at the magnificent bird. It was a metre tall and its talons looked ready to kill. It was carrying a large letter.

The bird soared around the hall a couple of times before landing in front of Harry. The bird bowed to the Warlock and flew off.

The entire school stared at Harry as he began to eye the letter. It was a faint blue with a sky-blue intricate stamp with the insignia of the International Confederation of Wizards.

He carefully opened the letter as the people watched.

To the Chief Warlock Lord Harry James Potter of the Ancient and Noble Houses of Potter, Gryffindor, Peverell, Gaunt, Slytherin and the House of Umbridge,

On behalf of the International Confederation of Wizards, I humbly invite you to the annual gathering of the International Confederation of Wizards as the Chief Warlock of Britain.

It shall be held on the 1st of June 1993 at International Wizarding Meeting Centre in Singapore at noon.

I hope to see you there,

Supreme Mugwump of the International Confederation of Wizards, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore the Thief, Order of Merlin. First Class

Harry smirked. It must have killed him to write those two words, along with the rest of the letter. He was inviting the person who labelled him a thief, embarrassed him in front of the Wizengamot and Britain, the person who put the motion to strip him of the title of Chief Warlock and took his old job to a place that he could embarrass him in front of the entire World!!!

IT WAS PRECIOUS!

He looked up at the people who were staring at him. Minerva and Filius were desperately trying to read over his shoulder and the rest were staring at him intently. They had a habit of doing that; didn't they?

It was partially his fault for being interesting...

The boy got letters from a notorious Eagle almost every week and then stopped abruptly. Then he got Ministry letters almost every day. Then from the Wizengamot and now apparently a letter delivered by a falcon.

You couldn't blame them.

"Do you guys not have anything better to do than sit and stare at me all day?" he yelled at the hall of students, "It was from the ICW, happy?"

Frustrated, he put the letter in his pocket, careful not to crinkle it and went to his office.

Work, work, work and more work.

Congrats to for getting the clue first!

-Alysha