"So let me get this straight. Voldemort has returned. Sirius Black is not a cold-blooded killer, it was Peter Pettigrew all along, which I admit I did see coming. I never liked that poor child. However, nobody is believing it. Harry Potter, the only one who could save us all, is being ignored because you think that's a smart choice. You want me to be the fill in Muggle Studies professor, the worst job possible at a time like this, because nobody else wants it. And finally, this hag Umbridge is filling in as Defense Against Dark Arts professor. Is that all?"

Dumbledore reached into my bowl of lemon drops before unwrapping one and sticking it in his mouth. He chewed in a slow pace, as if that simple gesture would slow all his problems. I honestly felt bad for him at this moment.

Dumbledore's eyes were dimmer than I remembered, although his bright blue robes still stuck out among the pale color of my hotel room walls. I could automatically tell he had been stressed out over the events of the last couple of months. I would feel the same. After hearing everything that had happened during last school year at Hogwarts, my mind was already reeling. If I was in his place I doubt I could've held up against all this stress. I could easily tell he was already crumbling as much as he choose to not show it. Although Dumbledore was many, many years older than me, he was still one of my closest friends and I would do anything for this old man.

"I would say that about sums it all up." He murmured finishing chewing and swallowing. "I'd prefer if didn't use the word 'hag' though. It's very unbecoming of someone such as yourself."

I sighed softly. "I suppose I can do it. Not the hag part though, that would be too difficult."

He chuckled. "I am grateful. I feel as if this year will be the beginning of something awful and I would rather the children be in safe arms. I have many things I need to tend to. Hogwarts is one of my first priorities but it is not my only."

"I understand and I agree. I have been getting these vibes and, quite frankly, I'm worried about Harry. Lilly asked me to watch over him and for goodness sake I haven't even met the poor child yet. Except for when he was little but that doesn't count."

"Well, I suppose this'll be a good year to start." Dumbledore smiled. "I suppose I shall take my leave now. I will see you again soon."

I nodded. "Good night Professor."

"Good night to you as well." Dumbledore bowed before turning on his feet and apparating out of my hotel room.

Sighing, I collapsed on to my bed. I rubbed my eyes hoping to soothe the ache that was now forming.

"Dumbledore, Dumbledore, Dumbledore." I muttered, smiling very slightly. "What would I do without that old man?"

After a few minutes, I pulled my wand from my boot and waved it around the room, allowing books to put themselves back into the case, clothes to fold themselves, and the room to be once again cleaned. I put my wand away and got up to go take a shower.

I stopped in front of the mirror full body mirror on the bathroom door and touched the right part of my face. It harbored a scar that went straight down over my eye. Thankfully I had my eyes closed at the time of the incident so it didn't damage my eye at all. The scar was ghastly though.

I grinned at my reflection. My eyes twinkling inside the mirror before a frown quickly crossed my features. "I'm going to have so much drama the next couple of months." Shaking my head and pulling off my clothes I stepped into the bathroom.

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After a half hour shower, contained mostly of daydreaming, I toweled off and got dressed. It didn't take to long to pull on a simple silvery nightgown. As soon as I touched the pillow I fell into a dreamless sleep.

Authors Note: I don't own Harry Potter. I don't own anything but my character and the plot. I hope this doesn't seem like a run done idea but I was thinking of this plotline and I decided I should share it. So here I am. :) Haha well anyways, I hope you enjoyed the first part.