Harry Potter and the Spy Masters

By Michaelc

Summary

What if, after the end of fifth year, Harry told Dumbledore where to stick his prophecy and decided to leave society and the school behind?

Prologue

Dear Professor Dumbledore,

Last week in your office, you swore to tell me everything and be completely honest with me, to uncover every withheld piece of information that I should have been told in the past.

I believed this and decided to give you a chance to redeem yourself, especially since you had stuck up for me on many occasions.

However, this morning, Gringotts sent a representative to Privet Drive to speak to me in regards to my family accounts.

I discovered that much information had been withheld by yourself, information which was supposed to have been told to me after I had turned eleven.

Yet Professor, I am nearly sixteen years old and still have to be told.

The representative brought much information for me to read and I discovered some rather interesting information from within its folds.

I have found fifteen withdrawals from my family accounts for the sum of two million galleons, all done by a Professor Albus Dumbledore.

I have been racking my brain for the better part of a day trying to recall if my family had ever given you permission to withdraw money from their vaults if they had died.

Sadly, since they are dead, I could not make a decision for my parents. However, I was informed of my parents will, which quite clearly stated that if they died, no money was to be withdrawn and was all to be kept for their son – me.

I have already informed Gringotts of this theft and they have subsequently reimbursed me for the money that was taken, along with interest – money which I believe they are planning on charging to the person who made the illegal withdrawals, before passing on the information to the head of magical law enforcement for a criminal prosecution.

Now I know that you are intelligent Professor and have already figured out what is likely to happen and are wondering why on earth I am telling you all this.

Well it is simple. There are already fifteen Aurors standing outside your office door, the wards have been blocked and other ones put up so that you can not floo out, use a portkey nor apparate.

They are here to arrest you, Professor.

Oh yes, one more thing before they knock on the door, I have something important to tell you.

I trusted you. I believed in you. I willingly went through hell and back to be on the side of light and to be at Hogwarts. But you have destroyed all of that so now I want you to stick your prophecy up your wrinkled aged ass and go fuck yourself because I don't care any more and I am going to leave.

It's been one lie or omission after another from you professor and lets just say that in the cold light of day, a few decisions have been rather suspect as well.

Good Bye Professor

Lord-Barron Harry Potter-Black

Professor Dumbledore, who was now chalk white and shaking with fear, stood from his desk and slowly walked to the door of his office. He slowly opened the door and saw thirteen men in grey cloaks with hoods up standing there in a semi-circle, all with their wands out and pointing at the open doorway.

Suddenly, a red beam left one of the wands and hit the headmaster before he had time to respond and fell to the floor unconscious...