Try googling the lines by the narrator 🙂

"Where's my husband Tyler?" She accused menacingly with her eyes.

"He's gone. "

"What do you mean gone?" Her face was stone, but a creeping fear was manifest in her eyes.

"It's only after we've lost everything that we're free to do anything."

"What have YOU DONE TO HIM?! "

The mask had been set aside.

I let go. Lost in oblivion. Dark and silent and complete. I found freedom. Losing all hope was freedom.

"Stop trying to control everything and just let it go. He's gone. "

" Please... I can't.. not without him..."

" Hitting bottom isn’t a weekend retreat. It’s not a goddamn seminar. Stop trying to control everything and just let go! LET GO!"

She was an irreconcilable mess on the floor. Sobbing like a dirty wretch. There's no time to waste here.

I had to go.

Project MAYHEM is waiting.

I would but I've fakked it up with a bit of a timeline inconsistency already 😅

I'll leave it up unedited however

Hehe the real joke is that the switcheroo happens where Richard Harris was replaced with Michael Gambon and where Gandalf suddenly starts displaying a bit of magic in the movies.

An owl flew in as Dumbledore shuffled yet another stack of parchment on his heavy oak desk. There was just too much paper work left over from the whole incident with the chamber of secrets.

"Just leave it on the table..." He droned before gasping as the owl transformed into a dishevelled old man.

He jumped up instantly, grabbing his wand and readied himself to do battle.

"Animagus! Who are you and how did you breach my wards?!"

Radagast cast a disinterested look at the elder wand pointing threateningly in his face, before strolling over to the shimmering phoenix on its perch.

"Your master isn't winning any friends with that attitude"

"Answer me, you fool!"

"I go by the name of Aiwendil, tender of beasts, bird friend and yes, sometimes the fool. You can call me Radagast however. I think that's what you men seem to most commonly call me. Does that answer your question? " Radagast droned whilst smiling at Fawkes.

"And the wards?"

" Your wards were powerful. Very commendable indeed for a man of your stature. But really, they weren't designed to repel a being such as I. Not that ... "

"wait.. what are you? ", Dumbledore warily ventured. Gripping the elder wand just that little bit tighter.

" I'm an Istari. A Maia of Yavanna. But that's too much backstory. Just think of me as an emissary from a distant land who comes in peace. Take a seat we've much to talk about."

Dumbledore slumped over. It's been a long time since he'd felt so vulnerable, let alone in his office. His safe haven never felt so unsafe.

A thousand thoughts ran through his mind before being interrupted by the warm buttery sounds of Madam Rosmerta's best sloshing into some mugs conjured by this intrusive being.

" So, I've come to talk to you about a scheme I've been thinking of. See, we're about to be punted off to this place called Middle Earth. We're supposed to stop this dark lord you see. But we're bound by this nasty little restriction not to directly intervene with feats of power. I've found this splendid little loophole however. Our restriction only applies to Middle Earth... "

Radagast paused for a moment surveying the graven face of Dumbledore before finding it satisfactory.

"...I'm proposing a switcheroo" he finished.

" Why should I even entertain this scheme of yours? "

" Well, besides establishing a trusted alliance with a higher order of beings, we'd be able to fix your dark lord problem easy peasy, and our dark lord problem shouldn't be too difficult for you either... Come on have I drink and I'll fill you in. You'll be there and back again before you know it"

Dumbledore awoke next in darkness. A being of shadow lay dead beside him.

"What in Bertie Botts..."

"At ease old man, I Gwaihir the windlord will take you where you need to be. But first clothe yourself."

Dumbledore hurriedly dressed himself in the white robes handed to him. The words of Radagast echoed in his head.

" You are now Gandalf the White. Your task is but to create a distraction and ensure the dark lord keeps his gaze upon you. Limit your show of power to keep appearances but keep the king safe. Remember the King is Aragon son of Arathorn ... "

Gandalf sat up in a desk unfamiliar to him. Another one of the Fool's schemes it seems.

He should've known better than to trust drinking whatever it was that Radagast gave him. He eyed the crumpled note he found in his hand. But the letters seemed to dance around as his head pounded.

"Albie, you've some visitors from the Ministry of Magic." exclaimed a stern looking face that peeked in through the study door.

" You may let them in"

A pompous looking man strode in with an excessively puffed up chest. A tag on his chest simply read C. Fudge.

"Sleeping in the office again old man? Rest easy, the Ministry of Magic has it covered"

" Chocolate Fudge? " Gandalf blurted.

"Please don't. I don't care if you disrespect me. Just please respect my office." Fudge irritatedly exclaimed.

"Just sign this for our guards to protect your school and I'll be out of your way." He continued.

Gandalf sighed and scrawled the parchment handed to him. Eager to get all his visitors out so that he could read the note.

" That Fool...." He muttered under his breath

Radagast sighed as he chucked his palantir into a drawer full of baubles and trinkets.

His shed illuminated by a bird covered in flames.

" Well, that worked out better than expected. Now go back Fawkes. I'll need you to nudge Olorin in the right direction. "

" He needs to work fast before Manwë notices the discrepancy and binds his powers. With luck it'll all work out"