Dumbledore sighed, it was draining constantly being on the alert, but at least he was almost to his quarters. He could sit down with a lemon tea and figure out his next move. It was clear he would have to deal with a few things, he couldn’t let Amelia or her Auror’s find anything they wouldn’t understand. Everything he did was for the greater good. The masses were stupid, and needed him to protect them and lead them away from the evil Darkness. Finally, he could see the Golden Griffin statue that guarded the Headmasters Office, when he heard the voice of his most regrettable hire.