Dark Lord Dumbledore

{ WARNING!!! This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. The fact that a person insulting me and commenting negatively on my fanfic shares the same name as a character in this story is merely a coincidence, and in no way an accurate depiction of him, probably...

Also, there are some quite graphic scenes insinuated that will most likely make you feel sick imagining them. I can only apologise as it was necessary to emphasise the MC's rant on s.e.xism and how he puts woman up on a pedestal...}

Thanks to his earlier problems caused by holding back on mind-reading, Chad had focused on the lady of the night's unspoken thoughts as he detailed his plan to buy the hotel in her name. It was clear that she was no Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman, as her thoughts revealed her plan to take advantage of this 'naive idiot' and separate as soon as the hotel was bought and paid for in her name. She was a fifty-plus old streetwalker that would love to get out of the game, and if a naive young guy wants to buy her a hotel in her name, she was going to keep it!

Everything went according to Chad's plan. The owner was more than happy to sell, and with his thoughts revealed, all the building's flaws were eventually brought to light, and consequently, the price was satisfyingly low. With an agreement to meet the next day and sign over the deed for a one-time full cash payment, everyone was happy. Especially Sapphire, the new Madam of his soon to be cathouse when he informed her after arranging the deal.

Since Chad was playing the role of the Devil, he offered Sapphire the chance to have all her friends employed by him as well. Any freelance 'professional' that wanted a job would receive a five thousand pound sign-on bonus tomorrow after everything was settled. If there were such beings as devils, Chad certainly saw the appeal in setting up humans to fall from their greed. The only difference was that he didn't care about their souls, just their free will.

The next day, Chad and one of his solicitors arrived at 10am and met an unsurprisingly punctual Sapphire. Who wouldn't be if you were going to receive a free building? An hour later, the owner had handed over the keys and left since he had sold the place fully furnished and had nothing to take. Then the hookers started to arrive with greed shining in their eyes. It was like a feeding frenzy as scantily clad haggard slappers jumped at the opportunity for free money when all they had to do was sign Sapphire's employee register.

Chad didn't even bother setting up contracts, either magical or mundane, as he was going to directly enslave and brainwash these wenches when they didn't show up tomorrow for work. It was a little roundabout, but it amused Chad to watch them dance around laughing at the 'naive fool' throwing money away. None of them noticed Dippy and his elves taking note of them and doing whatever it was that elves did to know how to find people.

The following day witnessed the image of a cheerful young a.d.u.l.t whistling as he made his way to the old run down hotel. Stepping inside the grimy and mildew infested hotel ballroom had him coming face to face with Sapphire wearing a smile full of schadenfreude.

"Hey, Sapphire, ready to build the city's most renowned brothel?" Chad happily asked.

"Yes, but I have been thinking about the future and found a way to double my profits!" She said with a hint of malice.

"Really? That's amazing! What is it?"

"Cut you out of the equation! Since you so generously allowed me to sign the deed in my name, I don't see why I need you any longer."

Her crooked smile and the way she watched for his reaction spoke of her vindictiveness. Maybe it was because he was a man and she had to spend most of her life on her knees just to earn enough to survive, or perhaps it was because she was an evil b*tch that took p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e cheating people out of money. Either way, Chad's reaction was not what she was expecting. He laughed in her face.

"I suppose the women that signed on yesterday won't be coming in then?"

"Are you stupid? Why would they come back when you have already given them money? You don't even know their names or where they live!"

Chad just smiled again. He would wait another five minutes to the agreed-upon time before he sent out Dippy and his team to retrieve his new hardworking s.l.u.ts.

"There is only one problem with your thinking Sapphire. That you were the only one to think of cutting out their partner's profits. I already knew you and your fellow c.u.m dumpster friends were going to double-cross me, I even encouraged it.

Do you really think someone with that much cash would be ignorant to the way the world works? I dropped ‎£260,000 alone on the jezebels, did you not wonder how I had that much cash on me to throw around? Why none of you ever thought of celebrating or spending the money you now had?

Congratulations Sapphire, you made a deal with the Devil, and now it's time to pay the price!" As he finished his redundant speech (as she was about to be brainwashed), Chad clicked his fingers.

Unconscious women started to appear on the floor that looked like it hadn't been cleaned in years. Sapphire's face had gone pale with fear, and she began to back away from Chad who now wore a smile much more malicious than the one she had graced him with just moments ago.

"No, please! I'm sorry! I didn't know!"

"Sorry for what, whore? Didn't know what? That you shouldn't take advantage of others? I could have just subjugated you without the whole song and dance, but this way is much more satisfying. It also takes away any guilt I would have had by enslaving you s.l.u.ts and working you hard! Welcome to the Devil's Playroom!" Said Chad dramatically.

Watching Sapphire's breakdown was pretty fun, he could certainly see the appeal of Bond villains revealing their plan to the emotional devastation of their victims. But unlike James Bond, there was no escape after the big reveal for Chad's enemies, he made sure of it. Among the new brothel workers, there were a few that had children, but luckily they were all above the age to have moved out as soon as they could. Sapphire's acquaintances were all similar in age to her, and the younger ones were the children of some of them that had been tempted for easy money.

Chad didn't read the minds of the p.r.o.s.t.i.t.u.t.es as he had no particular interest in sifting through their no doubt very disturbing lives and scarring himself with images of granny p.o.r.n. Surface thoughts were as far as he went, and their betrayal was enough of a reason to set them up in his new brothel. Especially since he read the thoughts of one of the old whores, a Mrs Gayle. The things he saw in just her surface thoughts galvanised the need to not dig any deeper. It was disturbing how she willingly turned her own son into a rent boy and even make use of his services herself. Her last thoughts were of her now-grown soy boy son David, and how she would never get to 'love' him anymore.

Her fond memory of his overstretched orifices leaking spunk after gangbangs were so sickening that Chad made sure to designate Mrs Gayle to take all the 'degenerate' customers to unleash their sick fantasies on. Chad thought it would be better to put David out of his misery, as his life was worse than an abused animal kept in a cage to breed. But he supposed that even if David was trained into a human c.u.m dumpster, he deserved to live out his life however he wanted. Probably by annoying people while saying YOLO and pretending to be m.a.t.u.r.e. The poor unfortunate soy boy, at least there would be the SJW movement for him to join later on in his life.

The rest of the day was spent turning the fifty-two new s.e.x workers into gorgeous women that looked no older than twenty-five and had all the right curves in all the right places. Since the newly named hotel (that he had thought of during his torment of Sapphire), had four floors with fifteen rooms each level, there were enough rooms for the ladies to now permanently reside here. During the take over of his new employees, Chad noticed that they all lived in council houses. Since they would be of no further use to them, as everything they owned now belonged to their Master, he was struck by another business venture.

The council tenants were given the Right to Buy in the Housing Act of 1980, offering a discount price on their council house that gave over five million council house tenants in the UK the Right to Buy their home from their local authority. This was cheap housing that was just asking to be bought, and Chad planned to exploit it. With his team of lawyers and his magical servants becoming ready to serve after their training, he prepared for Elfin Inc to make a killing.

With Elfin Inc already focusing on buying up houses in impoverished areas, renovating them, and renting them out again, this would be the perfect target. Having the tenants buy the house with his money, sell it legally to Elfin Inc for a one-time cash payout of a thousand pounds, and then continue to pay rent to Elfin Inc. With his wizard slaves able to confuse tenants to sign contracts, and any legal problem solvable by magic, Chad planned to own every council house ever built. The money needed to achieve this was astronomical and would keep his ninja elves in constant work.

With the 'Devil's Playground' nightclub renovations and operating procedures set up, Chad could finally concentrate on his hotel scheme. After buying the five-story sh*t hole and seeing the problems that would occur if he bought old buildings, he decided to just build from scratch. This would cost a lot more and take time, but he could then mould his Alfheim Hotel chain's image to a set standard instead of a renovated and unalterable building.

With grand ideas now floating around in his head, he called for another meeting with his overworked real estate and law firm employees. Since he had gimps to make his dreams happen, Chad just needed to give them the basics of what he wanted and have them solve the problems to make it happen. If any further outside help was needed, well, he was sure some corrupt people in that profession could be 'recruited' to his team. The main outline he gave them consisted of the following.

⦁ Go big and build a 72 story hotel with restaurants and bars.

⦁ Adjoining building for entertainment, swimming pool, movie theatre.

⦁ A nice square building, not a fancy-schmancy architect's wet dream.

⦁ Everything built to the highest standard with the best materials.

⦁ House-elf contractors for cosmetic work.

⦁ Top two floors are Chad's private suite/apartment.

⦁ At least 2000 rooms.

⦁ Lifts/elevators: 40

⦁ All window rooms are deluxe or suites.

⦁ Standard rooms are better than deluxe rooms in other hotels.

⦁ Cost less than 600 million.

Chad wanted it to be the pinnacle of extravagance and be seen as the new standard of luxury hotels. He knew there was a lot of time, work and effort involved in a project of this scale, but he had magic and tireless slaves to overcome any obstacles. As he sat in the meeting room at Elfin Inc waiting for his minions to bring him the preliminary details needed to start his bold new venture, he was happy to hear a new hit song that he had like in his past life on the radio.

'Holy sh*t! To control the media is to control the world! TV and radio news programs, newspapers, magazines and to fund it I could make my own recording label and sign future popular bands and artist!' Chad thought to himself, suddenly struck with another idea in his quest for owning the world.

He had so many ideas that needed money and time, that when he finally got his Hogwarts letter, he would probably be begging for the quiet period it would bring because of the watchful eye of Dumbledore.