Harry Potter couldn't quite stand still. The Board of Governors had left him to familiarize himself with his new office. He had accepted the position mainly because it had felt like the natural next step but had no great aspirations about it. "I would suggest you try sitting at the desk", a voice spoke from behind Harry. The large portrait of Albus Dumbledore – the namesake of one of his sons! - looked down to him with a knowing smile. Minerva's portrait was still being painted, and she had forbidden anyone hanging it in the office until she had been dead for at least a decade.
Many of the Board of Governors were people Harry himself had gone to school with, or their children, so of course when Minerva McGonagall announced her retirement, they'd approached the Boy Who Lived with the offer of becoming the next Headmaster of Hogwarts. Harry had been honored, but now he wasn't so sure anymore.
He looked at the desk, giving it a long suspicious look. The space had hardly changed during Minerva's years in office and was still very much the same as it had been when Dumbledore had used it. "How did you do this?" Harry asked Dumbledore. "I mean, Leo has only two years left, but Mena still has her whole school career in front of her! How can I be a headmaster to my own grandchildren. And maybe even great-grandchildren! If my descendants keep reproducing this efficiently, that is." Dumbledore simply chuckled in his usual, very unhelpful way.
Taking a deep breath, Harry finally approached the desk and slowly pulled out the chair. "Oh, for Merlin's sake! Sit down, boy. You're embarrassing us all." Armando Dippet scoffed, so Harry finally plopped himself down onto the chair. It was quite comfortable. "That's more like it," encouraged the portrait of Dexter Fortescue. "Now it's time to get to work."
"With the support of another deep breath, Harry gave a small twist to his loyal wand and a tall pile of papers started to slowly float around him. He glanced at all things he had to get done before September 1st. It seemed actually quite manageable. Well, it did… until he saw the list of new hiree applications. "Wait, wait, wait. I can't do this."
"Harry, it's just a new overseer for the Hospital Wing." Dumbledore spoke calmly, but Harry wasn't entirely positive it was meant to encourage him.
"How am I supposed to find a new Madame Pomphrey?" Harry exclaimed while his face turned pale. One wrong choice and the students he was responsible for would be dying while he kept watch over the school.
"Maybe you should start by looking at the list of applicants. I'm sure they are quite capable."
"Right, right…" Harry evened out his breathing and started the teapot making him a nice warm cup with a tall splash of gin while he looked over the applications. Madame Pomphrey was an excellent example, but she'd already been working for decades when Harry had attended Hogwarts. There had been another nurse after her but he was now leaving to start a family. Harry would just have to aim as close to the legendary healer as he could. That ought to be perfectly fine start, right? Now, what was taking so long with that tea?