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AN: Just for the record, the BAAF, does indeed exist and was founded by Rupert Hambro, I don't know if the man worked or not in it, but this is my way of honoring him, for I do appreciate the work the BAAF does daily.

Cheers to them and to JKR for creating such a wonderful story for me to rip out and have my wicked way with it for fun =P

Also know that there is a book based on the life & adventures of Drake Firefang and that I do hold the TM over them.

Ja ne?




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August 3rd 1986

Albus Percival WulfricBrian Dumbledore sat in his office at Hogwarts going over some affairs of the new school term that would start in less than a month.

Absentmindedly, the headmaster looked up from his papers and notes to one of the tables across his study, filled to the top with instruments that surveyed a very important location in Surrey.

There was a sudden flash of red from the furthest corner, indicating that the blood wards were still up and intact, followed by a flash of white not too far from it, meaning that the family had non-threatening visitors.

Smiling, the old man looked down to his papers, totally missing the pale blue light that indicated that magic had been used willingly at the residence.

It would take the grandfatherly image of Great Britain's Magical community a long while before he noticed the child missing.

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It was not three months after that day that Dumbledore sat quietly in his office, sipping off an Earl Grey tea; Fawkes was away, flying to its heart content since there was nothing quite so urgent to do.

The wizened wizard had been staring at his cup for about a minute when a black-and-brown owl flew through his window and landed neatly on his desk, bearing a muggle-looking letter on its leg. The headmaster, frowned when he retrieved the paper and the owl left.

Turning it around, his frown only intensified.

FROM: British Association for Adoption and Fostering (BAAF)
TO: Millicent Bagnold, Minister of Magic
CC: Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore

Said man opened the envelope and peered inside; there were two sheets of paper inside; he took them out and started reading. After the common greeting and pleasantries of a formal letter, the BAAF stated something that made the wizard sweat.

"...hereby denote the start of the process of adoption for the minor Harold James Potter, in accordance to the Adoption Assistance and Children Welfare Act of 1980."

THUMP!

The man fainted.

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An hour later the impersonation of the Light arrived at Kirby Street in London, and walked into the small office of the BAAF, unconventionally clothed as a muggle. At the door, he nearly crashed into a man dressed in regal gold, red and white clothes, with a golden medal picturing a white cross, safely pinned to his chest.

"My apologies" the man said with anod and a smile, before sidestepping and walking away.

Dumbledore looked back at the man, wondering what a knighted civilian was doing in such a place. Shrugging it off, the headmaster walked inside and directly to a young lady who sat behind a dark wooden desk, who smiled fondly at him.

"Good morning sir, and welcome to the British Association for Adoption and Fostering, how may I be of assistance?" Dumbledore smiled back and stated that he was there because he had received a memo of the adoption of a child he had a interest in; he was asked to seat after referring the name of the child, and the girl walked away to talk to her supervisor.

Moments later a man in his mid thirties walked about to shook Dumbledore's hand.

"My name is Rupert Hambro, the president of this association."

"Albus Dumbledore" The wizard offered with a smile

"A pleasure" he nodded for him to sit back while Rupert got a chair for himself "I hear you come here asking about Harold Potter's adoption" Albus nodded and refereed the letter again "I see, yes, now I remember writing your name in the letter. It is I who is taking care of the adoption process."

"Ah, I see." The wizard nodded "I was a surprise, to say the least, to receive a notice of adoption, since I was under the impression that Harry was living with his mother's family".

"Yes, yes he was. Unfortunately these people were reported to abuse the child on several occasions; however, child care agents never found anything incriminating. We received a report of this when the adoption papers were issued." Albus frowned, Harry was being mistreated?

"And, who, may I ask, issued this adoption." Rupert smiled apoplegically.

"I'm am sorry sir, but that information is confidential. As is most of the process of adoption, for the security of the children, you see." Albus sighed and looked into the man's eyes, pushing forward his legilimens. With it, he saw the man with whom he had crashed into at the door, signing the adoption papers for Harry Potter.

Dumbledore cursed inwardly, while smiling in the outside, he would have to find the man and speak to him elsewhere.

Smiling and shaking hands, Albus stated his thanks and walked away.

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After weeks of pulling strings here and there Dumbledore had finally been able to acquire the man's name.

Sir Drake Firefang, Count of Drakengard. 'A nobleman' He frowned, the other information he had about him was troubling.

He had been awarded his knighthood after World War II, using his immense fortune to aid in the reconstruction of Britain and Australia; a fortune that he had acquired by training most of the involved countries' military officers.

Blood money, even if used for a good cause, was still blood money.

His company was referred to as Dragon Force, in both the Muggle and Magical worlds, and he was surprised to find that three people he knew had studied there.

Gellert Grindelwald, Alastor Moody... and Tom Riddle.

Albus did a double-take of the listed names and found that he had been correct. The man had sired not one but two Dark Lords, and he now had adopted Harry Potter.

Dumbledore was distraught, indignant and mad beyond belief.

Yet, he had had to calm his nerves to prevent another attack. Willing his fury away, Albus sighed as another two owls flew into his office, leaving aletter each. The first one was from the BAAF, sending him a copy of the adoption papers that were now signed, in which Harry was named Harold James Potter Firefang, according to the wishes of the count of Drakengard, himself.

The other letter, however, was from said nobleman, who wanted to ask a favor of him, regarding Sirius Black. He read the letter growing more and more incredulous to the written words.

First of all, the count stated that he had 'acquired' a certain proof that Sirius Black was innocent, contrary to common knowledge, secondly, he stated that this was 'in the best interest of one of his children'. Consequently he stated that he knew about Dumbledore's 'bird-watching group' that had put up afront to Voldemort when the time arose.

But finally, what made the old man nearly faint was the mention of the prophecy, and not just the part that Voldemort knew of, but the entire prophecy.

Who in heavens was this man?

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Not a day after his meeting with the elusive Count, Dumbledore had already procured a date for Sirius' trial.

He had sent word of this with Fawkes, who was still due to return.

Oddly enough, Fawkes had decided to fly rather than just flash to the Count's home... wherever that might be. The old wizard eased a sigh as he slurred in his chair for a more comforting position while licking his seventh million and 1 lemon drop... and yes, he actually kept count... he liked them that much; and it was a good memory exercise.

Hours passed, until finally Fawkes returned taking a seat on its usual perch and looked down to his familiar.

And if Dumbledore could put a word to it... the phoenix looked... smug.

This train of thought made him raise an eyebrow in question, making the magical bird hide its head behind the feathers of one of its wings and... snickered...or as close as a phoenix was able to, which meant that It was trembling and chirping.

At Dumbledore's continued stare, Fawkes buried its face behind its two wings and kept silent.

Sighing in frustration, Dumbledore retired to his quarters mumbling about crazy phoenix females.

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The next day was born and with it came a piece of parchment, neatly placed in Dumbledore's desk by an unseen hand.

"Dear Mr. Dumbledore

It is with great pleasure that I invite you to Sirius Orion Black's trial, here you shall see that your prot