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(See A/N at the bottom for some important info)

Chapter 25

Orders

A Room

Somewhere in Hogwarts

He gazed around the room watching the professors chat with one another about their holidays. Needing to get things started he stood up and raised his hands in such a way that would get their attention. "I am glad to see you all back for another school year and I hope that you are ready for the start of class tomorrow" The Headmaster started.

"Also I realize that I did some minor introductions at dinner but I trust you have all met the newest additions to the teaching staff; which Professor McGonagall how are Professors Bixby and Ms. Sparks settling in?"

The Transfiguration teacher as well as the Head of Gryffindor House looked at the Headmaster and said "They both seem to be getting on quite fine, Ms. Sparks is currently preparing for her first class and Mr. Bixby is not feeling all that well and said he would get with you later to discuss the tournament".

Nodding in understanding Albus Dumbledore continued on with the meeting. They covered the yearly issues concerning the previous year and the hopes for the new one once it started. And soon having covered the final thing; extra security for the Hogsmead visits, they adjourned with all of the professors heading off to their respective rooms. The Headmaster did request that Professors McGonagall and McCreedy stay behind for "Only a moment".

After shutting the door to the room Albus Dumbledore turned to see both of them looking at him waiting to be told why they were here. "Minerva, I wanted to see if you could arrange our Mister Potter's time-table so that he may have some free time to come up to my office for some extra tutelage." The Headmaster said as he gave her a knowing look.

McGonagall nodded in understanding at the vagueness of the statement and turned to leave when she stopped and asked "What should I tell him upon handing him his time-table?".

Albus Dumbledore stood there looking at here in thought, all the while his blue eyes were twinkling like mad. "Only whatever you think sufficient" He said. Nodding the Transfiguration professor left the room leaving the two men in silence. Both of them stood there for what seemed like hours as each one took it upon themselves to look at the other as if they were sizing each other up. Not caring for the silence the Headmaster spoke.

"Now, Professor McCreedy, I just wanted to inform you of the house that is Slytherine. It would not be wise to make any big changes in how they are dealt with as they are not a house to be trifled with. Be also on your guard for they may not take to a new Head of House quickly; if at all" he paused for a moment but then went right back to what he was saying as though the pause never happened. "But also I personally think that you should know that there are some very big shoes that you will be attempting to fill and I hope you are up to the challenge. For the man you are replacing was a wonderful Head of House and Friend".

Professor McCreedy listened to what the Headmaster was saying and from what he had seen of the house at supper he just knew he was going to have his hands full. However when the Headmaster got to the part about him having some big shoes that he would be attempting to fill he just rolled his eyes. For he happened to remember the Potions Master that was Severus Snape, and he was not the most pleasant person. And if he was a betting man he would have put all his money on himself, over filling said shoes.

"I will do my best sir" Professor McCreedy said with a nod of his head.

"That is all I ask" The Headmaster said calmly.

"Now, sir if it is alright with you I have a few things I need to do before I turn in for the night" McCreedy said as he turned to leave.

"Have a pleasant night" Dumbledore said with a smile.

"And you as well sir" The newest Defense against the Dark Arts Professor answered as he left.

After leaving the room he made his way to the Entrance Hall and out onto the Grounds. He walked with a quick pace that let you know he had some thing he had to do. Arriving at the village that was Hogsmead he quickened his pace so that in no time at all he was at the edge of the village. And with a resounding "CRACK" he was gone, leaving the small town to the silence of the night.

Elsewhere

The moon and stars burned through the window, throwing purple shadows across the floor. Flames in the fireplace glowed red behind the high backed throne that faced them. Wooden and cold, it drained warmth from the room; A man stood between the heavy oak doors, waiting.

"I can hear you," a voice from the throne choked.

"My lord?"

"You breathe loudly. Come."

His feet tripped over one another as he waded through the dark. His cloak flapped behind him like bat's wings.

"Stop," the voice hissed.

The man froze, only feet from the throne.

"You are eager. I am impressed." The fire crackled and somewhere a clock tolled the hour.

"You came to report."

"Yes, my lord."

"Let's have it then."

"As you wish. At my lord's request, I have come under new employ."

The voice laughed like bubbling tar. "Excellent," it said.

"I am secure in my belief that no one, not even the wizard himself, suspects."

"Very good, and what of the boy?"

"The boy," the man's voice quivered. "The boy was at the feast I made sure I was there to confirm it for you."

"Good, it seems that you are of some use."

The man waited; his eyes adjusting to the gloom. He noticed a painting above the mantle. A snake coiled around a tree in broad brushstrokes. Under the branches, a woman, whose hair flowed over her like a gown, held a shining apple to her lips.

"Your orders."

The man started, stepped forward, and took a piece of paper from the bony hand that reached out to him. He fumbled the loose leaf, picked it up off the hardwood floor, and read it by the flickering fire light. As soon as he had finished, the paper burst into flames.

"My lord?"

"Don't fail me. You are dismissed."

"Yes – yes, my lord," the man said. He turned and stumbled, caught himself, and strode to the door. He stubbed his toe on the eagle shaped door jam, but did not cry out. Instead, he left.

A/N: I hope you liked this chapter. But first I wanted to recognize RoseMarieLynn; who was the one who wrote the last scene. I asked her if she would like to try her hand at it and she said sure. And what a great job she did, so this chapter is dedicate to her. Thank you RoseMarieLynn. Now, I do need to tell you all that it will be some time until I update again. No, my muse did not leave me, and No I am not leaving this story. Due to the many requests I have decided that I will not post until I have at least 10,000 words. I want to give you all a very good and long chapter. I already have the start of the next and should be able to get a good bit a juice flowing to help it along. But I will have you know that I have Finals in three weeks so I may not get much writing done until after cause of the excessive studying I have to do.(College is tough). But anyway thank you for Reading but now if you could just Review.

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