The Headmaster's Office

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.

AN: With this story I offer no commitment. It will be updated randomly if at all. I don't know if there will be romance in this story, if there is it's most likely going to be slash, fair warning for those who don't like slash. It's mainly being written for stress release. That being said, I hope you still enjoy reading this. Just, don't expect too much from it.

"Harry, my boy, I'm sure I've got it this time," Dumbledore beamed at his two favorite students sitting across from him, while reclining in his chair and rubbing his hands together. To be fair only one was still his student, Severus Snape had actually graduated many years ago.

Harry winced and looked at his headmaster with trepidation. Not another scheme, it would make the third one this month. He looked at Snape hoping he was dreading the words leaving the professor's mouth as much as him. He was awarded with the sight of Snape looking at the ceiling, apparently asking a higher power for assistance.

"Professor, perhaps we should hold off on our attempts to get rid of Voldemort. At least for a little while," Harry suggested with little hope of Dumbledore agreeing. Snape seemingly gave up on a higher power and was now looking decidedly like he was wishing himself anywhere but in the headmaster's office.

"Nonsense my boy, we have an opportunity and we must take it. We cannot allow this evil to continue," the headmaster slammed his fists onto his desk at the last word and rose from his seat to pace. "We must do it for ourselves. We must do it for the future, for our children. We must do it for the puppies," Dumbledore smiled grandly stopping his pacing to cast a pose.

Harry shared a puzzled look with Snape and mouthed to him, 'the puppies'? Snape shrugged his shoulders after a minute and went back to pretending he was anywhere but his current location.

"Sir, I understand why you feel we must respond with urgency," Harry began trying for diplomacy, "but don't you think in the long run things would work out better if we waited a bit and discussed a well thought out plan between the three of us?"

"Harry, time is of the essence we must act now," Dumbledore shouted. The man went to his desk and grabbed a long narrow packaged from his desk and handed it to Harry. "So, here is the horn of a unicorn. I fashioned it into a dagger and if you can just manage to jab it through Voldemort's heart I'm sure the pureness of the unicorn will eradicate the evilness of the dark lord."

Harry looked up at his professor with a raised eyebrow, very much not amused.

"So, I'm going to be doing this?"

"Yes."

"By myself?"

"Naturally, my boy"

"With an untested magical weapon that you made."

"Exactly"

"With no back up."

"We will be with you in spirit."

"And I'm supposed to find Voldemort's hideout, Voldemort's unknown hideout. Get passed the wards. Fight through countless death eaters. Avoid certain death, somehow win or avoid a duel with Voldemort and subsequently stab him in the heart…With a weapon we have no proof will have any effect whatsoever?"

"I'm glad to see you were able to keep up, my boy." Dumbledore beamed at Harry.

Harry began to rise from his chair, "Yeah, I think I'm going to pass Headmaster."

Dumbledore shook his head, grin still plastered on his face, "Nonsense, my boy."

And with that Harry Potter was Apparated to the middle of a death eater's raid, unicorn horn in hand.