Author's Note: Welcome to my new story; I hope everyone likes it! This story probably won't be updated very frequently as this year I am more busy than ever, but any and every comment will be appreciated. Thanks!

Disclaimer: For the entire length of this story, however long it may be, I do not own Harry Potter and all characters created by the lovely J.K. Rowling. I also do not own the poem that I derive the title from: "Delight in Disorder" by Robert Herrick, which reminds me a bit of how Albus sees Minerva in my mind.

Summary: The faculty of Hogwarts has tried, in vain, for years to get their two leaders together. Can two muggles and a castle with feelings succeed where they have failed?

Sweet Disorder

Chapter I

"Come along, Sophie. I know you think Scotland's pretty, but you have to eat!"

A slight, black haired young woman smiled, turning back to her tour director. "Sorry, Margaret," she apologized, "it's just, I've never been out of the country before. America doesn't hold a candle to this."

Margaret put an arm around her young charge, steering her inside the hotel. "Well, you haven't seen anything yet," Margaret promised. "The Scottish Highlands might be beautiful, and this village is amazing, but wait until you see the coastline!"

Sophie smiled. "As long as we don't have too many more walks to go on, I'm sure I'll enjoy it."

Margaret laughed. Sophie was truly adorable, and it was almost refreshing to get her blunt American attitude that no European seemed to own. Sophie had dropped out of college in the middle of her first year to visit Europe. Her mother was a professor at Boston College, and had urged her daughter to go; they weren't extremely close, but they did care about the other's well being.

Her father had left them after he had learned her mother was pregnant, and the government had only recently recognized Sophie as the daughter of the famous lawyer, Michael Darren, and given his premature death and his having no family, all his money went to her.

So, never really having a good work ethic or a terribly high intelligence level, she quit college and decided to travel the world, even though her mother was very disgruntled at her choice, breaking them apart.

The only thing Sophie enjoyed was painting. Her mother was very practical, and didn't agree with her daughter's choice on what she wanted to do for the rest of her life, so the girl had pursued it on her own. She had sailed through all art classes in high school, from Drafting to Art History, and had joined every artistic club she could possibly find. Being different, she didn't have many friends, so her art flourished under the care that she would've reserved for a boyfriend or a social life. She love every type of art, especially portraits, but painting landscapes was what she was focusing on now, the main reason she decided to travel to Scotland. It's cliffs and rolling hills were so inspiring, especially to one that has never traveled far out of Boston.

After a huge dinner, everyone went up to their rooms and promptly fell asleep. That is, everyone except Sophie. Maybe it was insomnia, but she could swear something had been wrong with the family that had served them dinner.

They had seemed decent enough, being one of the only English speaking families in the town, but every elder member of the family acted odd the entire night. All they seemed to do was stare at the youngest, a two year old named Diana, the whole meal.

Finally letting her curiosity take her over, she slipped downstairs and heard voices in the kitchen. She pressed her ear to the door and listened hard.

"... only way, this one is going to be a boy and we can't support all the children."

The father's voice sounded. "Just leave her on the hillside. Either a stranger will pick her up on she was meant to die."

Sophie's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, and she stumbled back a few paces. Meant to die? They were going to kill someone?

Sophie stood dead still for a few moments, then footsteps came towards the door she was standing behind. She quickly hid under the staircase, watching as the two parents came through, going outside carrying Diana.

It was then Sophie did the most idiotic thing she could've possibly done, but it was also the thing that would change her life forever: she followed them.

She followed them as they walked for about a mile, to the middle of nowhere. They left the child as they said, on the hillside, and quickly tread away.

When they were out of sight, Sophie ran forward and scooped up the child, gathering Diana to her chest and beginning to run. Where, she didn't know.

She didn't stop for what seemed like hours, trying to placate the child the best she could as she stumbled over rocks and stumps. She knew she had to get as far away as possible, yet it was hard to strengthen her resolve when she couldn't see a single dwelling for miles.

A black night had fallen, with only the stars and the moon to guide the two lost girls. It was misty and cold, and Sophie pulled off her jacket and wrapped it around the small toddler, exposing her wiry arms to the freezing weather. She shivered, and pulled the child in her arms closer to her chest.

"Margaret was right," She thought wryly. "I should eat more."

While in her train of thought, she didn't notice the foundation of a crumbling castle until she had tripped over it. She fell to the ground, cutting her elbow on a nearby rock. She gasped in pain.

Crawling over to what clearly used to be a huge stone wall, she propped herself against it and brought up her knees to her chest as far as they could go, feeling Diana's hot breath against her neck. The little girl began to whimper. "Hungry," she whispered, and in turn, a tear fell down Sophie's cheek.

"I'm so sorry, honey," she breathed. "I don't have anything right now."

Diana began to cry a bit harder, and Sophie attempted to calm her. Unfortunately, she had little to no experience handling children. Eventually, Diana quieted and fell asleep in her arms.

Sophie placed a hand on the cold stone behind her. "I bet you used to be the most magnificent castle around, right? I don't suppose you could get a little old fashioned medieval magic rolling for me." She looked up and imagined the towers as they used to stand. "Oh," she sighed, "what I wouldn't give to be able to paint you in all your glory."

She smiled and turned around, when suddenly a noise came from behind her. Her head shot around; was it just her imagination, or did the remains of a stone wall just… purr?

She stared for a minute, then shrugged and passed it off as being delirious from the cold. She hugged Diana's snoring body, huddling over her and attempting to fall asleep. However, she couldn't help but sneak one more look back…

And came face to face with the many turrets and towers of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

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First chapter! Hope you all enjoyed.

And I am not suggesting Scottish people do that to their daughters; it's more of an ancient civilization 'we have to have a male child!' sort of thing.

-lala-