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"Evening Potter, Grandger, Weasley." She said, a small smile approhiating her face. "Professor Dumbledor would quickly like to see you two."
Pointing at Harry and Hermionie, which were both quite shocked. They left Ron, who was alittle sulky that he never got to go to see Dumbledor, which Harry thought was quite strange because in a muggle thing, you do NOT want to go see the headmaster. Both Hermionie and Harry followed Proffesor McGongal to the entrance staircase, where they steped in; which was quite a tight sqeeze and Harry turned to see the ground spiriling below, as the last words they heard was 'Clean sweep' from McGonagal from below.
"Thats a change." Harry said, giving alittle laugh to himself.
"Why, whats a change." Hermionie said, she was now jammed in a corner, and Harry moved around trying to give her more space.
"Nothing." He said, he didn't feel like telling Hermionie, it wasn't that funny.
They stopped turning round soon after and the door suddenly slip open and they both pilled out. Hermionie landed on Harry, and there was an awkward moment, till she quickly hoped off him and helped him up. They stood there for a moment and then remember about Dumbledor. They walked up to his door and he looked at Hermionie, he wondered what he wanted with both of them. As Harry went to knock on the door, and his hand came close to the door it swung open. Both of them jumped back expecting someone to be there in the door way; there was no one. Harry made his way in first and looked around, remembering all the times he's been in this office. He saw the portraits all around the room, which seemed to be stairing at him. Just the other year he had came in here claiming that Ron's Dad was hurt, he might of saved his life; but no one seemed to believe him and espicially seen he saw him in a dream/vision. Harry walked around, and Dumbledor didn't seem to be anywhere in sight, and they took a seat waiting for him. A minute or so passed, before a voice came behind them.
"Harry, Hermionie, Im glad that you made it. Im taking it that indeed Proffesor McGonagal told you that I wanted to see you." Harry spun around in his chair, and standing by the doorway was Proffesor Dumbledor. "Sorry that I have held you up, but I was taking care of a err an accident which involved hot Pumpkin juice." He continued, with a worried but a small smirk on his face. "Im sure that Mr Malfoy, will be alright." He finished, and Harry thought this was the best news of the whole day.
He imagined Malfoy in pain, and that surprisingly brought pleasure to Harry.
Dumbledor made his way over to his desk, and sat down on the chair. He looked older then last summer, he seemed to be showing more of his years, he thought. His beard had grown longer and there were now more grey strands all over the place. Harry wondered if he would carry on being the principle for ever, and who would the new one be.
"If you don't mind Miss Granger, I would like a quick word with Harry first, and then I shall speak to you." He asked, now standing as Hermionie agreed and shut the door behind her.
He noticed that every time Dumbledor looked at Harry, but he was pretty sure that he was looking past him and not into his eyes. Harry guessed that he was still scared that Lord Voldermort might be trying to posess him!
"So, Harry. Im taking it that you enjoyed your holidays at the Weasley's? And i hope you liked the funeral that was put on for Sirius." Just at that moment, the mention of his name, all the memories came back. When he was in this room last year, angry, he wanted Sirius back, and Dumbledor didn't seem to be answering any of his questions, when it seemed like Harry needed him the most.
That was when he told Harry about the prophecy and that he must kill Voldermort or Voldermort will kill him. He hadn't really think that it would be Neville, truth be known, he didn't even think about it much. It was all part of last year and in a way he wanted to forget about last year. "As I was saying." Quickly giving Harry a side look and then carried on looking behind him. "I wanted to quickly talk to you about a few things."
Harry shuffled uncomfortably in his chair and wasn't sure what he was going to say.
"First, I would like to say that inspite of the 'events' which happened last year, they were not anything to do with your 'Owl' marks. I looked at your results and was very impressed and thought I would let you know that. Secondly, I have talked to Professor Snape and he was alittle un-happy about carrying on with your lessons Occumency, so again inspite of the events from last year as of now you have a new teacher." He finished.
"Well, who is going to be teaching me Professor Dumbledor? Are you going to." In a way, Harry wouldn't mind if Dumbledor taught him, he's sure that he wouldn't act like he was hacking him brain.
"In sorry Harry, but you know as well as I do that I can't teach you. Not with Lord Voldermort returning to power and him having the possibility to enter your brain." And his hopes fell, but anyone had to be better then Snape.
"Professor McGonagal will me teaching you, and I hope you give her the same respect." He continued, now looking down his glasses but still behind Harry.
It wasn't too bad, Harry thought. As he said, anyone will be better then Snape. He was actually quite glad, but he knew he had to try, with everyone know that the Dark Lord was back and he knew that both Dumbledor and Professor McGonagal would be on his back if he didn't try and learn. "Since we've got that sorted, we have a few more quick things to discuss, on a more.. er .. happier note!" He said, trying to find the right words. " Professor McGonagal, has also kindly reminded me that the Gryfindor Quidditch Captain positions is up for taking, and the latest news that I heard was that you're it. Congratulations Harry." He said, and giving him a smile and looking into his eyes for yet only a second and then looking away again.
Harry couldn't believe it, he had forgot all about the position and couldn't believe that it was his, it was awesome. A huge grin came onto his face, as plans for this year were of course to win. He couldn't manage to say anything, but he was sure that Dumbledor knew what he meant. "He also reminded me that she didn't want Professor Snape and Slytherine to take the cup as its been looking very nice on her mantel piece." Harry couldn't help but laugh, as he knew that Professor McGonagal wanted to win against them as much as himself and the rest of the team. He was pretty sure that the Slytherine's thought the same about Griffindor.
"And the last thing is, make sure that you look after your new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, he might need a bit of your expert help!" And with a wink from Dumbledor, he was finish.
Harry sat there for a few minutes with a puzzled look on his face. Isn't the teacher suppose to be teaching me something, he thought. Harry got up and turned to Dumbledor.
"Thank you Professor. Thank you for everything you've done for me." And with that Harry walked across his office and left the chatter portraits inside.