Happy Endings

By

MissJudged16

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"Professor?" I asked incredulously.

"Please Mrs. Black, its Albus now seeing as I'm hardly your Professor anymore."

"Err, right. Well, uhh I'd prefer it if you called me Isabella then. I'm not really Mrs. Black anymore."

"Oh, I see."

I felt my face grow warm. "Do you, erm, want to come in?"

"That would be lovely."

I opened the door wider and he walked past me into the mess. After I shut the door, I gazed around the room and cringed. Laundry was piled up on the couch and a few unpaid bills were scattered across the coffee table. I was certain the mantle was dusty and the armchair probably had flees from any one of the pets Olivia had brought home. The mess from the living room seemed to have overflowed into the kitchen. Dishes were sitting in the sink, a pot still occupied the stove and more unpaid bills sat on the counters. My three children were watching Dumbledore suspiciously. He had taken a seat in the vacant armchair and was currently rummaging threw his dark blue robes for something. I suspected it was the tin of lemon drops he carried around with him.

"Any particular reason why you're here Albus?" I waved my wand nonchalantly, and the pile of laundry was gone.

"Didn't you get the letter I sent?" He looked up at me expectantly, but his blue eyes behind his half-mooned spectacles told me he already knew the answer.

"Yes, but I haven't had a chance to read it."

"Well, that's quite alright. I'll wait." He settled back into the chair and placed his fingertips together as though he were thinking quite hard. He hadn't changed at all since I last saw him. His white hair and beard were both long enough to tuck into his belt and he still had an incredibly crooked nose. He seemed if anything, more powerful. I headed towards the kitchen and began to search for the letter. I could hear Olivia whispering with Anna and James and I was about to say something, when Dumbledore did instead.

"How rude of me. I am Professor Albus Dumbledore. But considering I have never been your Professor, you may call me Albus."

"I'm Olivia. That's James and Anna."

"Wonderful to meet you all. What school do you attend?"

"St. Bartleby's, Anna and I are fifth years and Olivia's a third year."

I found the letter and tore open the envelope. I was expecting a lengthy message, but it was only a paragraph.

Dear Isabella Black,

I am terribly sorry for springing this on you at the last minute, it is incredibly important. I need to ask a favor of you on behalf of one of my ex-students. Due to a series of events that I will tell you when I see you, he is homeless. I wouldn't ask this of you unless I was certain you knew the man in question very well. I realize it is short notice, and it may be a bit of an inconvenience to you and your family, but you are the only person that can help in this particular situation. I will be stopping by at 7:15 this morning. I do hope that this will be fitting to your schedule.

Sincerely

Albus Dumbledore

I frowned at the message and after a few minutes of attempting to decipher the words, placed it back on the counter. There was no point in puzzling over the letter when Dumbledore was in my living room waiting to explain. I flicked my wand right before I left the kitchen and knew that the dishes were now cleaning themselves.

James and Anna were seated on the couch, and Olivia was perched on one of the armrests. They seemed to be amazed by what my old Headmaster had to say. I smiled; he had that sort of effect on everyone.

"You really teach Harry Potter?" Olivia asked, wide eyed.

"I do. In fact, I do believe he is your age Olivia." Dumbledore noticed me observing. "All finished then?"

"Yeah, James, Anna, shouldn't you be getting ready to leave?"

"Oh right. It was nice meeting you Albus," James said. "Bye Olivia."

"I hope we'll meet again," Anna said eagerly.

"Oh, I'm most certain we will." His eyes were twinkling again.

I took a seat on now vacated couch and waited until I heard the snap of the front door. I then told Olivia to go to her room, she groaned, but did so reluctantly. I turned and looked expectantly at Dumbledore.

"As you have read, one of your close friends from school is in need of assistance, one of the Marauders, I do believe."

I frowned at this revelation. James Potter was dead, he had been over twelve years; Peter Pettigrew died around the same time James did; Sirius Black was either mad or dead from Azkaban; so that left Remus Lupin. Remus was always my favorite one out of the gang of obnoxious boys. He was the quiet one and it would make sense for him to be homeless. It was getting harder and harder for werewolves to find jobs. Naturally he wouldn't know where to find me and he was too proud to come to anyone for help. My heart broke at the thought of him scrounging for food and sleeping under park benches. True it would be an inconvenience once a month, but I'm sure my kids and I could handle it.

"He would need housing for at least six months, if not more. I do realize that this will put you out terribly, but I can-"

"No, I'd be happy to help."

"You know who I'm referring to then?"

"Yes, and I'd be happy to help him. He's always been so kind and wonderful to me, it's the least I can do. When should I expect him?"

"Tonight I'd say, at around eight. I'll be back with him. He doesn't know where you live."

"Right, of course. I'll see you at eight then?"

"Yes." Albus stood up and smoothed out his robes. "Really Isabella, this means a lot to me and I know he'll feel the same way."

"Anything to help. My heart goes out to the poor man."

"I knew you'd feel that way." He smiled and shook my hand before showing himself out.

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A/N: This chapter was a little bit shorter, but not to worry, the next one should be a little more, erm interesting. I can't wait for it to be posted! Anyway, once again please read and review! It would make my day fer sure!

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