Directly one floor above the Hogwarts kitchens lies Minerva McGonagall's bed room. A square room containing very meager furnishings. An Ultramatic Adjustable Bed, a small dining table with 4 chairs, a wardrobe and a pole for late night dancing. It's OWL time at Hogwarts, during Harry Potter's fifth year.
Minerva McGonagall awoke to a pleasant surprise. In her room sat none other than Albus Dumbledore. She smiled at him, while pulling her long thin body out of bed. Dumbledore smiled back, revealing a not-so-complete set of teeth.
"Looks like ya forgot your damn dentures again," said Minerva, while pulling on her favourite robe. It had moving pictures of different slowly dying from being shot in the leg. It was, of course, her favorite.
"Oh, shut the hell up you whore bag!" Dumbledore responded, while conjuring up a pot and two tea glasses.
"No tea for me please," said Minerva, as she transfigured her tea cup into a pair of dentures for Dumbledore. "So tell me Albus, why are you here?"
"Oh," said Albus, lowering his half moon glasses. "You owe me a lot of money after all those favors I did for the Potter boy."
"But I can repay you, I just need a bit more time!"
"Prostituting the Hogwarts Prefects isn't going to make you enough money to pay back all the galleons you owe Minerva, and you know that!"
"Even so, there's still-"
"No, Hagrid says he's done with you. He says your service has become boring, expensive and rather prickly; whatever that means. Minerva, I want my money."
"But Dumbledore! This is so unfair; I just need more time!"
"Life's unfair, sweet cheeks." With that, Dumbledore brandished his wand, aimed it at McGonagall's forehead and yelled 'Timus Upus'. A yellow stream of light flew out of the wand and hit McGonagall straight in the forhead, leaving a bloody number 7 upon it. Then Albus turned his wand on his throat and said 'Voicus Gollumus'.
" Seven days..." said Dumbledore. Then, with a loud bang, he apparated.
The room was silent. Minerva McGonagall knew what happened to people who didn't pay their debts to Dumbledore. She knew that her pole dancing couldn't get her out of this one. She had seven days to repay 600, 000 galleons. There was only one person with enough money to get her out of this sticky situation. He also happened to be her best customer. That man was Argus Filch. TBC.