Phoenix: So where were you?

Wulfric: Just somewhere.

Tobias: Like, where somewhere? Aeneas couldn't even find you!

Wulfric: Hey, I was just away okay.. I needed to be somewhere else.

Alex: Wulfric, they're going to keep bothering you.

Wulfric: Then let them. Hey guys, here I am. And I still don't own Harry Potter.. I've asked a few times, so has Alex, but neither of us own him.. it's quite a shame.. but I do own the cat Godric.. he is mine.. so's the plot.

Harry was ready the next day when Albus and him were to return to the school. Dobby had already left and taken all their luggage, it was just finishing up the final things before they left the summer home.

"Are you ready to go Harry?"

"Yes Papa," answered Harry. Walking out of his room, Harry headed to where Albus was near the fireplace.

"Remember to be clear in your destination," Albus reminded him.

"Papa, that happened once when I was twelve. I do not plan on having it happen again."

"Alright, go on, I'll be there in a moment."

Harry took the floo powder and tossed it into the flames. "Headmaster's Office - Hogwarts!" he shouted. A moment later he was tumbling out of the fireplace in Albus' office. Muttering to himself, he started work on removing the soot from his robes.

"Wouldn't a cleaning spell be easier?" came the voice of Professor McGonagall.

"I think it would, could you please?" Harry asked. With a nod of her head and a swish of her wand, Minerva cleaned his robes and gave him a smile.

"You still don't like Floo powder do you?" she asked.

"Nope, don't like portkeys either. Nasty business portkeys."

"Could you come by my office later today Harry? I could use your help getting ready for the school year," McGonagall asked as Albus flooed in.

"Yea, I'll help. Does an hour sound good to you?" Harry replied.

"An hour sounds fine. Thank you."

"Hello my dear professor," said Albus.

"Hello to you too, old coot."

Chuckling, Albus took a candy from on his desk and as he unwrapped it said simply, "You wouldn't have me any other way."

Smiling back at him she replied, "If you were anything else, you wouldn't be you." With that, she took her leave but not before giving both males standing in the office one last smile.

"Have the two of you always bantered like that?" Harry asked.

"Ever since she was a student. Though, when she was younger she liked using more sarcasm, but it wasn't the type that Severus uses."

"I see," said Harry with a small smile.

"What are you thinking?" Albus asked, a little weary of the smile on the teen's face.

"Oh nothing, just that I have to unpack, see my room here, and then go and help Professor McGonagall."

"Alright then. Your room is back the hall in my quarters, though that door, and across from my room. You can tell which is yours by the door handle," said Albus as he seated himself behind his desk. "Unfortunately, I have a bit of paper work to do, not that I'm looking forward to it, so I don't know how much free time I'll have today."

"That's okay Papa. I'm sure Professor McGonagall will keep me plenty busy," said Harry as he headed into Albus' personal quarters. He could hear the headmaster chuckling behind him as he headed down a hallway. Looking at the two doors, Harry smiled at the one most likely to be his. The door knob was gold, like all the others, but this one had a snitch on it, with the letters H on one wing and P on the other.

"I should have known," he said as he opened the door. The room inside the doorway was much like the one at the summer home. Yet, for some reason this room felt a little different. It felt more like home, but Harry couldn't think of why that was.

"Maybe I'll ask Professor McGonagall if she has any ideas on that when I help her," he said to himself. He set into moving some of his things into the wardrobe and the desk, and just wandering about his room. Looking at his watch, he realized he had about fifteen minutes to get to the Transfigurations classroom. He headed out of his room at a bit of a run, making Albus laugh as he streaked through the office, and headed past the gargoyles along the entrance. With two minutes to spare, Harry skidded to a halt in front of McGonagall's classroom.

"Catching your breath there Harry?"

"Yes ma'am," answered Harry looked at the amused face of his professor.

"Well come on in and take a seat," she said as she headed back into her room. Harry followed her, taking a seat at the front, regaining his breath.

"What do you need me to do Professor?" he asked when he was ready.

"First of all, could you move all the books located in the boxes at the back up front and into this new bookcase?"

"Sure thing Professor," Harry said as he set to work.

Harry didn't mind helping the professor. He was sure Ron would have something to say about it later and Hermione would be jealous that Harry got to spend time with her favorite teacher, but he was okay with that. It didn't take him long to fill the bookcase up, and then cleaned up the slight mess he made in the back with the boxes.

"Thank you Harry. Could you get the moveable chalkboards out of the broom closet across the hall from here?" asked McGonagall once she inspected his work.

"Of course," said Harry already heading out the door. By the time he was done with everything over two hours had passed. Taking a seat by the Professor's desk, he accepted the glass of pumpkin juice she handed him.

"Have you started work on your second form Harry?"

"No ma'am. I'm not sure when I'll be starting that one," said Harry.

"Can I ask you a question, that's a tad personal?"

Harry looked at her a moment before answering, "Um, sure."

"Did you have a problem with portkeys before the Triwizard Tournament?"

a/n: This is also.. kinda filler.. I like the next chapter more than this one.. But it might be a bit before I get that one out there.. My muse keeps running different places and not taking me along.. Which sucks. Plus Tobias & Phoenix are driving both myself and poor Alex up the wall. Chapter 16 is almost finished ( I think ) so I decided to share this chapter with you a little earlier than I was going to.

(Wulfric grabs some rope, a pitchfork, a torch, and some trusty duct tape.)

Phoenix: Where the heck are you going with that stuff?

Wulfric: Uh, um, a uh, meeting..

Tobias: What meeting?

Wulfric: A meeting with, uh, Alex, about um, a revolt we may lead. If we decide too, you guys will so be in on it.

(Wulfric rushes out the door.)

Phoenix: Do you believe that?

Tobias: Not really.