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Now that that has been taken care of, if you have not read Magical House of Dumbledore, you will be thoroughly confused, actually, I'm not sure if you would be, but I would reccomend that you do. I have been ever so kind to even put the external link there, so go read it if you have not.
For those who have read it. HERE'S THE SEQUEL! This is when she's an adult if you don't remember, and I hope you like it :)
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I frowned slightly. I was sitting in my office, with two werewolves arguing about the other turning them into werewolves. Sometimes, I wonder how idiotic people are.
I coughed. "You're here to file a complaint, not to argue," I told them, my tone was full of authority. I've had it since I started at Hogwarts. When I was at Hogwarts, I wasn't actually placed into a house, as sorts, I was placed under the care of the headmaster, who was, and currently still is, Dumbledore.
It's a long story, but every 50th headmaster, they get a student who will be the Headmaster after them, even if they're only a first year when they leave, or die. And it happens when they're also leaving for more than two hours.
Dumbledore left a lot, and usually for a lot more than 2 hours, maybe for a couple of days. I eventually got used to the work, including my schoolwork.
"If you're going to argue, I will be ever so happy to silence you both, and make you write out a statement," I told the werewolves. "But, may I say, before we continue, there is no way you could turn each other into werewolves, if neither of you were."
They opened their mouths to argue, but nothing came out. Neither had thought about that. I didn't silence them either.
"I'M SO SORRY!" the pair wailed, before crying into each others shoulders. I eventually got them out of my room. I had a sudden feeling that I should go to Hogwarts. And so, I did go via apparation. Because I was a temporary headmistress, and to be a headmistress, I could.
There was dust everywhere in the air.
“Are you all right?” said Dumbledore's voice. It wasn't to me.
“Yes!” said McGonagall, dragging up two students.
"Hello, Professor's," I smiled at them. McGonagall jumped.
"Oh, Harley, dear," she said, putting a hand over her heart.
The dust was clearing. The wreckage of the office loomed into view: Dumbledore’s desk had been overturned, all of the spindly tables had been knocked to the floor, their silver instruments in pieces.
Fudge, Kingsley, Dawlish and some toad-lady wearing pink, lay motionless on the floor. Fawkes the phoenix soared in wide circles above them, singing softly. I put my hand out, and Fawkes landed on my shoulder.
“Unfortunately, I had to hex Kingsley too, or it would have looked very suspicious,” said Dumbledore in a low voice. “He was remarkably quick on the uptake, modifying Miss Edgecombe’s memory likethat while everyone was looking the other way — thank him for me, won’t you, Minerva?
“Now, they will all awake very soon and it will be best if they do not know that we had time to communicate — you must act as though no time has passed, as though they were merely knocked to the ground, they will not remember —”
“Where will you go, Dumbledore?” whispered Professor McGonagall. “Grimmauld Place?”
“Oh no,” said Dumbledore with a grim smile. “I am not leaving to go into hiding. Fudge will soon wish he’d never dislodged me from Hogwarts, I promise you. . . .”
"Professor Dumbledore . . . ." a child who looked remarkably like James, and had Lily's eyes, Harry began to say, but Dumbledore cut him off.
“Listen to me, Harry,” he said urgently, “you must study Occlumency as hard as you can, do you understand me? Do everything Professor Snape tells you and practice it particularly every night before sleeping so that you can close your mind to bad dreams — you will understand why soon enough, but you must promise me —”
The man called Dawlish was stirring. Dumbledore seized Harry’s wrist.
“Remember — close your mind — you will understand,” whispered Dumbledore.
Fawkes flew off my shoulder, and when I blinked, Dumbledore was gone.
“Where is he?” yelled Fudge, pushing himself up from the ground.
“Where is he?”
“I don’t know!” shouted Kingsley, also leaping to his feet.
“Well, he can’t have Disapparated!” cried Umbridge. “You can’t inside this school —”
I did. I apparated here. And I can just as easilly disapparate. But she was stupid enough to believe that NOBODY can apparate and disapparate. What sort of an idiot is she?
“The stairs!” cried Dawlish, and he flung himself upon the door, wrenched it open, and disappeared, followed closely by Kingsley and Umbridge. Fudge hesitated, then got to his feet slowly, brushing dust from his front. There was a long and painful silence.
“Well, Minerva,” said Fudge nastily, straightening his torn shirtsleeve, “I’m afraid this is the end of your friend Dumbledore.”
“You think so, do you?” said Professor McGonagall scornfully.
Fudge seemed not to hear her. He was looking around at the wrecked office. A few of the portraits hissed at him; one or two even made rude hand gestures. His eyes set on me.
"Who are you?"
"My dear Cornelious, have you forgotten me that easilly?" I asked him, raising an eyebrow, an amused smirk on my face. "Harley Peverell."
“You’d better get those two off to bed,” said Fudge after his eyes widening slightly, looking back at Professor McGonagall with a dismissive nod toward Harry and that girl.
She said nothing, but marched Harry and the girl to the door.
“You know, Minister, I disagree with Dumbledore on many counts . . . but you cannot deny he’s got style. . . .” Phineas Nigellus said. "Welcome back, Miss Peverell."
"It's a pleasure to be back," I replied, then I turned to the Minister. "I'm afraid I have some cleaning to do. Now, I must ask you to leave my office immediately, I have many things to sort out before sleep. Come along then." I walked to the door, and opened it, gesturing for him to get going. He did, and I followed him.
"Minister!" the toad woman said in pink. "Does this mean I will be the Head of the--?"
"No, Dolores, I'm afraid not," Fudge said. "Miss Harley Peverell shall be."
"Make haste on the narrow catwalk," I told them, quoting homestuck. "I have much things to do before tomorrow." I pushed them ahead of me.
"Oh Harley!" Sprout cried as soon as she saw me. "It's such a pleasure to see you again."
I smiled at her. "It's a pleasure to see everybody here again," I smiled. "Now, let's get down to business. Dumbledore is gone, which leaves me in charge."
They all looked briefly surprised, but I continued on with the speech.
After the meeting, Severus stayed back. "It has certainly been a long time, Lee."
I smiled apologetically. "I'm sorry, but I had to leave the country, it was all too much here in England."
He smiled lightly anyway. "It's good to see you back," he said.
