Harry Potter looked around him at the grimy room of #12, Grimmauld Place that he was cleaning. He had been working nearly two hours now and had hardly seemed to have made a dent. He sighed, going back to his work, hoping that Ron and Hermoine would soon be back with the lunch they had gone for almost a half hour ago.
Harry shrugged, and bent down to clean up the mass of papers on the bottom drawer of a desk, not without looking at them first, however. He was still hoping that he might find something of R. E. B., which was not a faint hope, considering how few rooms they had cleaned out so far.
Today didn't seem particularly lucky for him however, and only one thing caught his eye. He stowed the piece of parchment in his pocket, and went downstairs to find Ron and Hermione.
Harry found them in the kitchen, finishing their soup. Harry noticed, annoyed, that there was a bowl for him, but Ron and Hermione where so involved with each other that he doubted that they could remember that he existed, let alone call him for lunch. Ever since Ron had asked Hermione out, there had been no living with either of them.
Harry backed quickly out of the kitchen into the dining room. It would take awhile to bring them back to the land of the living, so in the meantime he would look at the piece of paper he had salvaged from the desk. Sitting down on the couch, he unfolded the piece of paper to read:
For emergencies only. Spell- Chrestomanci, Chrestomanci, Chrestomanci.
Harry was more than a little puzzled. "Chrestomanci, chrestomanci, chrestomanci? What kind of spell is that?" He had scarcely finished speaking when he got his answer.
Harry looked at the strange man standing before him with smoke whirling at his feet.
"Get Dumbledore, boy," said the man anxiously.
"What?" Harry asked in astonishment.
"Run. And. Fetch. Dumbledore." the man said as though talking to a complete imbecile.
"Dumbledore..." Harry gulped. "Dumbledore is dead."
"DEAD?!! What do you mean, dead?" the man asked.
Harry looked up at the man as though he had sprouted two heads. "Dumbledore died a year ago. It was all over the news. What, do you live under a rock?"
The man ignored him. "You stay right there, boy. I'll back." With that that he disappeared with a great whoosh and more smoke. Harry hurried over to the fire, to get Lupin on the other end. It was too weird for him, and he wanted Lupin's advice. Lupin's head appeared in the fire.
"What is it, Harry?" he asked, mildly annoyed.
Harry rolled his eyes. What was it with people and bad attitudes today? All that he wanted to do was clean one small room and then this guy out of nowhere appeared and now Lupin...
"Well, what is it?" asked Lupin again.
Harry raised his eyebrows and said, "Well I was cleaning..." he retold Lupin all that just happened.
Lupin looked at him in amazement and horror. "You called Chrestomanci???!!!! What pocessed you to do that??!!!?? Have you completely lost your mind?!?! We only need him inn the most dire situations!!!!"
"I didn't mean to," Harry replied frantically.
"Stay right there, Harry. I'll be right there. We're going to sort this out. STAY RIGHT THERE."