Dark Lord Dumbledore

Chad spent the next few days wondering what Dumbledore's new plan could be. He had Hagrid, the two Crouch men and Remus at his disposal, but what could he do that would bring him back into relevance?

A Death Eater attack on the Boy-Who-Continued-Living?

Barty Crouch Jnr doing a solo Death Eater run down Diagon Alley or at the Triwizard Tournament for media exposure?

The Yule ball was coming up, was there some plan to expose Voldemort using a fake?

Chad couldn't take the risk of being dragged into some half-baked scheme that Remus Lupin seemed to find doable by the relaxed disposition he showed lately.

The easiest way to solve the problem was to remove Lupin from the board instead of waiting to see whatever he had planned. Tomorrow was the 29th of November, and it just happened to be the full moon.

All it took to reduce Chad's stress levels by half was to send in an 'anonymous' tip that he had seen Fenrir Greyback dwelling in the Shrieking Shack. It was too dangerous to ignore considering its proximity to Hogwarts and the full moon shining brightly.

But just in case they decided to ignore it, he had a backup plan.

Rita Skeeter had received the same 'anonymous' tip since she would keep the Aurors honest like she had done with Black's case. It was a mere incidental occurrence that he happened to notify the Aurors of this fact in his letter.

"Aurors Seek Fenrir Greyback, Catch Werewolf Teacher Instead!"

It turns out that a motivated Auror force was surprisingly effective. As Chad read the morning Prophet and chuckled at Skeeter berating Lupin's selfishness and McGonagall's failure to protect the students, he couldn't help but marvel at the outcry from the students for Lupin's plight.

It seems that just like canon, he was a much-loved Professor and praised for his ability to make his class fun, yet informative. But the students touting him as the best DADA teacher they've ever had were just comparing him to Lockhart.

Although Auror Blintley wasn't a barrel of laughs, his lessons were just as solid as Lupins, if not better at covering the coursework. That he clearly didn't want to be there, yet still taught the material effectively bespoke the horrendous abilities of his predecessors.

But either way, Chad couldn't give two sh*ts if his fellow classmates were sad at the man's arrest and subsequent firing from his position at Hogwarts. The law was quite clear on werewolves and their proximity to children, after all, and Chad could do without an enemy plotting on him.

But Dumbledore scheming in the shadows had given him enough of a scare that Chad thought it would be better to bring the old bugger into the spotlight again. Maybe some proof of Voldemort's return, or at least his Death Eaters.

It was something he had on his list of things to do, but not for a few more years yet since they were not going anywhere. It was time to jailbreak Azkaban and forcefully recruit some new magical minions.

Although there were only ten high-security Death Eaters imprisoned at Azkaban, Chad planned to empty the entire place. He intended to eventually control every magical person on Earth to stop them starting a war with the muggles, so why leave the other prisoners there?

A week later, late at night, ten masked men appeared in the air just outside of the Anti-Apparition Jinx on Azkaban. Chad had tested to see if his elves could bypass the wards, but unfortunately, the prison had been created when the little guys were prevalent, and thus accounted for.

The outskirts of the island was the closest they could drop him and his team of wizards. Chad had not wanted to use ninja-elves for this mission just in case they were exposed, so he had some of his Australian indenture wizards visit for a week. Off the books, of course.

Unshrinking their brooms as they plummeted towards the ground, they were soon swooping down silently on the unsuspecting guards.

One of the men tried the door unconsciously, forgetting that they were breaking into a high-security facility. Much like when the power goes out, and you still try to turn the lights on or use the microwave without thinking.

Chad was just about to berate the idiot when the door actually opened. It was not locked. The main entrance into Magical Britain's most notorious prison that housed it worst criminals was unlocked.

'This was going to be easier than I first thought.' Chad assessed the mission.

Giving the man holding the door open a nod of acknowledgment, he swished his flamboyant robes and headed in after two of his men. The dimly lit hall eventually opened into a common room of sorts where three Aurors were playing cards and listening to the Wizarding Wireless Network.

"What the..." The Auror facing the door cried out before going for his wand.

Unfortunately for him, Chad and his cronies had the element of surprise and their wands already in their hands. A Disarming Charm hit each of the guards, in some cases multiple times, as cries of 'Expelliarmus' filled the room.

"Dumbledore, what is the meaning of this?!" Shouted a guard picking himself off the floor and feeling n.a.k.e.d without his wand.

"I have no idea what you mean, my boy. I'm certainly not Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, the greatest wizard of all time." Replied the masked man in bright, flashy robes with long white hair and beard not hidden at all by his mask.

His voice sounding like the famous wizard was also just a coincidence.

"I can assure you that I am merely a Death Eater here to free my companions." The Not-Dumbledore Death Eater continued as he raised his wand and stunned the guards into unconsciousness.

"Okay lads, just like we planned. Stun and portkey everyone here, work in pairs and watch out for Dementors." Chad ordered his men after the 'witnesses' had fulfiled their roles.

They then moved through the prison going from floor to floor stunning prisoners, throwing a timed portkey that would transfer them to a holding cell, and moving to the next section. Any Dementor that tried to intervene was harassed with a Patronus that would chase them away while his partner took care of the prisoner.

Chad spent the entire time hunting Dementors with his Dragon Patronus, though he had to limit it's size thanks to the lack of room in the hallways. He had a few theories on the supposedly unkillable Amortal beings of doom and gloom, and he couldn't wait to test them out.

The first was obviously cornering a Dementor and having his Patronus eat it. Why would an unkillable soul-eating creature of darkness run scared from a spell if it was impossible to kill them?

The answer was that their invulnerability was severely exaggerated.

The reason Dementors ran was that the projection of positive feelings was harmful to a creature of negativity. When they couldn't escape, the wraith-like being gradually dispersed into nothingness under the continual assault of its anathema, its core being's opposite emotion.

Chad had wondered how the world was not overrun by the soul suckers if they were unkillable, surely they would be unstoppable and at the top of the food chain if that was the case. Imagine how powerful a Dementor would become if it could suck the soul out of a dragon!

With the success of his first test, Chad was even more excited to perform the second one. It was every boy's fantasy to wield a sword and fight off enemies, and Godric Gryffindor's sword coated in Basilisk venom was even cooler than his childhood self could ever imagine.

Even more so when he was using his mind to fly it around the hallways of the dread prison and skewer floating wraiths of despair! If Basilisk venom could destroy Horcruxes that were nothing more than entrapped souls, then what effect would it have on a Dementor that existed to feed on them?

The answer turned out to be nearly a minute of agonising pain until exploding in a small shockwave of dark mist. It was much more dramatic than using his Patronus, and not at all as safe.

Where the Dementor would try to flee his glowing dragon of positivity, they would bum rush him with the poisoned sword still in their wraith-like c.h.e.s.t. How a Dementor could be both unsubstantial and substantial at will was quite mind-boggling.

Were they like a dark version of a poltergeist?

If so, could Peeves be also done away with using the Basilisk's venom?

The answer was probably yes, but Chad didn't hate Peeves enough to test it out. Maybe if the prankster ghost pissed him off enough one day.

Fifteen minutes later, one of his men came and reported the mission complete. Chad had only been able to kill off eight Dementors and had no idea how many actually resided in this dreary fortress.

Looking at the next target that he had cornered, he thought he may as well scare them into staying put instead of wasting who knows how much time hunting them all down.

"Let this be a lesson to you. I know how to kill you. I can kill you easily. If you ever leave this island, you will be slaughtered! Tell your friends, because ignorance will not stop me wiping out you parasites if you fail to heed my warning."

After threatening the cowering creature that was supposed to everyone's nightmare, he gave the signal and him and his men winked out of sight via portkey travel.

With his house-elves as go-betweens to organise tonight's adventure, Chad had only been gone from his room in Hogwarts for less than an hour. As he tucked himself into bed, he couldn't help but imagine what tomorrows headlines will be.

'Dumbledore wanted evidence of Death Eater reemergence and to be back in the spotlight, let's see how he reacts after getting his wish!'