Dumbledore's True Intentions
Once I have told this story you may be shocked but I, Harry James Potter, speak the truth. What you thought was true about Dumbledore were actually all lies. He put up an act to cover his true intentions, to take over the entire wizarding world. I was just a pawn in his little game of chess. He only wanted me for my connection to Voldemort, that way he could use me to get him out of the way. It all started when he met Grindelwald as a teenager.
Together Dumbledore and Grindelwald became power hungry and searched for ways to become very powerful wizards. Once they found out about the Deathly Hallows they got into a major argument about how they should approach getting the tools needed to rule the wizarding world. Then Dumbledore realized that there could only be one to have all the power in the world and destroyed Grindelwald. He searched far and wide for the pieces that he needed, but then a problem arose. His name was Tom Riddle.
Tom Riddle was always a worry to Dumbledore because he could see how powerful he could become, and Riddle could see that too. You could say he was the thorn in Dumbledore's side. When Riddle became Voldemort Dumbledore quickly sought a way to destroy him so he could rise to power without any interruptions. When he did some digging around and found out about Voldemort's horcruxes, he realized I was one. Once he had his plan in place he faked his death by making everyone think Snape killed him, including Snape. After I defeated Voldemort, I figured things would go back to normal but I was so wrong.
Dumbledore managed to get his hands on two of the weapons that make up the Deathly Hallows and the last one he needed happened to be hidden away in my trunk. One night I felt someone trying to get through the new wards I set for number twelve Grimmauld Place. I knew that the person trying to get in had to have known and been here before or they wouldn't have been able to find it. I slowly made my way to the backdoor where the intruder was trying to get in and was shocked to see the familiar face that was Dumbledore's. The one man I considered to be my mentor and protector.
I decided to let him in the door, figuring I was probably dreaming because I believed the man to be dead. Dumbledore had a look on his face that I had never seen on him before, it almost looked wicked. He looked as if all the light in him had left and only pure evil remained. That night I learned of the power hungry, muggle hating, and wicked Dumbledore. He tried to attack me but failed when he learned that I had inherited the Elder Wands powers. I defeated him and called the aurors to come and get him. Now he is sharing a cell in Azkaban prison with some filthy Death Eater. Let it be known that even the people who you think are your closest allies, could turn around and stab you right in the back. Now that my story is over, who do you think you can trust?
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