HP: In The Magical World As a An Extra [ Chapter 70 ] (Patreon)

Alas there was nothing he could do about that matter for the time being, Andromeda had proven in the past that she was capable of looking out for a child.

Her daughter Nymphadora was testament to that a trainee Aurora and if what his old friend Moody told him, a promising one at that, if a little young.

So there would be no way that he would be able to call her guardianship of the boy into question, even if he had, the boy seemed to like the woman and if Albus tried to remove her influence the boy might turn against him for it, taking away his new found family....

....no, for the time being, he wouldn't pursue the matter and just watch, for now, he needed more information before he could decide what he needed to do.

At least the boy was proving to be somewhat interesting, and nothing like his ancestors, proving so by actually apologizing for the actions of his uncle to young Harry in the events that lead up to the deaths of his parents.

Albus hadn't been there but Minerva had been and reported the events to him soon after sounding rather impressed with the young black heir and Albus had to admit that it did show great strength of character to do such.

Even though he knew the truth that the gesture was empty as Sirius had next to nothing to do with the death of the Potters, but nevertheless it showed Albus that the boy clearly wasn't like the rest of his family....

....perhaps there would prove to be an opportunity to bring the boy into the light side, in an effort to redeem his families past transgressions.

A small smile graced the old man's lips as things began to fall into place, yes he could use this to his advantage, the light would need all the allies that he would be able to get when Voldemort returned, but for now his plan was running smoothly.

The traps would be complete by Christmas and the stone would be placed there soon after, for now all that was left to do was wait until things began to fall into place as they always did, all according to his plans.

Leaning forward in his chair Albus opened the top drawer of his desk and reached inside taking out the ruby red stone as he sat back in his chair and gazed at it.

The twinkle returning back to his eye slightly as he looked at it with a small amount of satisfaction, oh how he wished that he had attained the stone years ago.

But his old friend and mentor refused to part with it and refused completely to share his notes on its creation, and as much as he had tried in the past Albus was unable to replicate the stone even in the slightest it was most vexing.

But now that he had it in his possession at long last he could finally study it and learn its secrets to create one for himself.

He had until Christmas to do so, but if for some reason he should fail too, Albus already had a back up plan in mind.

He would simply tell his old friend that the stone was sadly destroyed when the dark lord tried to steal it and simply keep it for himself and wait until time caught up with his old friend before taking the elixir and returning his own youth.

For sure the "destruction" of the stone would lose him Nicholas's friendship but it was a small sacrifice for a much greater gain, the old man had been living far too long, and it was time for him to move on.

The man never followed his advice like the rest of the masses so it would prove to be the removal of a thorn long in his side.

With a final longing glance at the stone, Albus placed it back in the top drawer of his desk before closing it, and there it would stay until the traps were complete.

As much as he wanted to keep it longer and not have it leave his office at all, Albus couldn't take the chance of placing a fake stone in its place.

Voldemort would know immediately if he did so and he couldn't take the risk of him fleeing before his confrontation with young Harry.

He needed to test his pawn to make sure that he would do what was needed, alas this was the only way, it was for the greater good.

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Ministry of Magic:- Archives:-

Edward "Ted" Tonks, always prided himself on his patience and the control he exerted over his temper, both had served him well in his time as an aurora whether....

....it was waiting long hours on a stakeout to catch an illegal potions sale or restraining himself from cursing some bastard who rightly deserved it, but at this moment both of those traits were reaching their limits.

Ever since he had taken up this task of searching for the files about Sirius's trial, doing so subtly, he had encountered problem after problem.

He had never encountered so much red tape before in his life when he was just trying to obtain one blasted file, but every time he went looking he hit another wall and it was starting to grate on his last nerves.

He wanted to hex that snobby little git at the reception desk who was no help at all, it was his job to go in search of the files that he needed but clearly he had no intention of doing so.

And after three weeks of sending off requests for the files, indirectly so as not to arouse attention, he had finally had enough and came down to the archives to get them himself.

That was what was grating on his nerves at this very moment, he had never seen a place in such disarray.

There was no order to things whatsoever and as the archives was a magic-free area he couldn't just use magic to summon the file to him, oh no, he had to go through everything by hand.

Which is what he had been doing for the past week, and why he was halfway ready to just cast a bombarda at the next person to piss him off when he finally found what he was looking for.