Yes, this is strange. Yes, I know this. And frankly, I like it. IF you dont like it, don't bother to review, cause your not only wasting your time, your well..actually you are only wasting your time, cause I dont give a firebolt! Muahaha! If you like it though, please do review ^_^
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"Severus is...going to be most displeased when he awakes, Harry." The headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, spoke softly from directly behind the boy-who-lived. There was no censure in the voice, and as Harry whirled around, his hand to his heart, his other hand leveled at Dumbledore's chest, he could see no sign of anything but barely restrained amusement in his eyes. "Now, if you would?" Dumbledore indicated the wand, which Harry shame-facedly lowered.
Harry shrugged off his words as he lowered his wand. "Darn greasy git h-"
"Language, Harry."
"Oh..right. 'Scuse the language. Bastard hates me anyways. Might as well give him a reason, eh?"
Dumbledore's mustache twitched as he looked at his much beloved student. Harry cocked his head to the side and flashed Dumbledore a "You know you love me" grin.
The old man actually snorted, and shook his head. "I suggest, for your safety, and Severus' sanity, that we adjourn from these quarters." His mustache twitched again. It was obvious he was fighting back laughter.
"D'you think he'd try to hex me?" Harry cackled, and said as though scandalized. "Really! Hexing a student! That would look positively horrid!"
"He IS suspected to be a supporter of Voldemort, in most peoples eyes, Harry."
"oh..right." Harry coughed, and slipped his wand back in its wrist holster. "Your rooms then? Crumpets?"
Dumbledore's piercing blue eyes locked on Harry's bright green ones, and for a long moment they simply stared at eachother. Finally, Dumbledore was the one to look away, and when he looked back, his face was composed into a mask of utter seriousness. "Crumpets, and some of that delightful fudge, I think. Perhaps some earl grey?" He arched a bushy white eyebrow, and Harry pretended to consider it as they left the dungeons.
"Sounds delightful, ol' chap."
"Its settled then."
"Yep. Settled. Crumpets, Chocolate, and Tea."
"You do realise its only a few hours till dawn?" Albus said in the gravest of voices, but his eyes still twinkled infernally.
"Yes. Dreadful isnt it? We should both be in bed!" Harry responded, swerving slightly from side to side as he walked.
"Simply." They exchanged another look, and two streams of delighted laughter echoed through the Hogwarts halls.
~~~~~Inside the Headmasters Office, 20 minutes later.~~~~~~
"Your Godfather, Sirius, got up to some quite memorable pranks on his own. Ones I believe the Mauraders had no doing in." The older man leaned back in his chair as he sipped from his tea.
"Oh? Any that come to mind?"
Many did, but Dumbledore sifted through them, to find one particularly amusing one. It happened across his mind almost immediately, and he grinned. It was a simple trick, but the memory still occassionally brought tears of laughter to his eyes. "I'm not sure exactly what the potion was...but Snuffles snuck down to the kitchen before breakfast one day, and put a excessive flatulence draught in all the school's pumpkin juice. And then..." Harry's eyes had grown wide at the thought, and giggles pealed from him. "He hexed all the silverware. Put a politeness charm on it." Another sip of his tea, and the cup was sat down on the headmasters desk. "Well, you can just imagine what that was like. We had to call off classes halfway through the day." Chuckles escaped him again. "You see, the noise was...something we could deal with. But...I believe the muggles have a term called "Silent but deadly."? That sent harry over the edge, and he nearly fell off the edge of the chair laughing.
Dumbledore's eyes grew serious as he watched Harry recover from his latest laughing fit. It was good to see the boy enjoying himself. Harry needed to keep his spirits up. "I know you're not drunk, Harry."
The seventh year went stiff, and he sat up slowly, looking to the headmaster. For a moment he seemed to be searching for something to say, and then finally, his lips quirked.
Dumbledore waited. He was sure, after witnessing Harry's trick with Severus, that this would probably be most entertaining.
"Why professor! A hogwarts STUDENT get drunk? And not even on a Hogsmeade weekend?!" He shot to his feet, reaching out a hand to keep his balance. "Of COURSE i'm not drunk..."
/wait for it.../ Dumbledore thought to himself, biting on his lower lip to keep from grinning.
"I just had a little too much to drink!" The cheeky grin that followed sent Dumbledore into peals of laughter, which Harry joined after plopping back down in the chair.
It wasnt much longer before Dumbledore felt the late night catching up to him, and he looked over at Harry, who'd dropped all pretenses of being drunk at the Headmasters final solemn look.
"This was an enjoyable experience, Harry, but one that should NOT be repeated...while you are under the influence of any alcohol you may or may not have imbibed. Do you understand?"
Harry merely nodded.
"I should punish you, but I think that Severus will do more than enough of that come your next potions class."
The raven-haired boy groaned, finally letting himself think ahead. He shoved it aside and seeing the signs of tiredness in his drinking partner, only if it was Earl Grey, he rose to his feet, and bade the headmaster a fond goodnight.
Dumbledore returned it warmly, and closed his eyes, intending to take a short nap. However, that was postponed a moment longer by a quiet...
"Headmaster? Are you sure you dont know what Draught it was that Sirius used?"
The question made the older man frown, and after he thought for a moment, he reluctantly shook his head. "But I do remember seeing Sirius with a book, 103 Humour Potions, about a week before it...Why?"
The only answer was a soft chuckle, and the soft Snick of the door as it latched.
I had no intention of doing anything beyond that one short little scene, but thanks to reviewers and my best friend, I decided that I'd give it another shot. Please review ^_^
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Fin? Fin! Fin?! ...mebbe?? -grin-
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"Severus is...going to be most displeased when he awakes, Harry." The headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, spoke softly from directly behind the boy-who-lived. There was no censure in the voice, and as Harry whirled around, his hand to his heart, his other hand leveled at Dumbledore's chest, he could see no sign of anything but barely restrained amusement in his eyes. "Now, if you would?" Dumbledore indicated the wand, which Harry shame-facedly lowered.
Harry shrugged off his words as he lowered his wand. "Darn greasy git h-"
"Language, Harry."
"Oh..right. 'Scuse the language. Bastard hates me anyways. Might as well give him a reason, eh?"
Dumbledore's mustache twitched as he looked at his much beloved student. Harry cocked his head to the side and flashed Dumbledore a "You know you love me" grin.
The old man actually snorted, and shook his head. "I suggest, for your safety, and Severus' sanity, that we adjourn from these quarters." His mustache twitched again. It was obvious he was fighting back laughter.
"D'you think he'd try to hex me?" Harry cackled, and said as though scandalized. "Really! Hexing a student! That would look positively horrid!"
"He IS suspected to be a supporter of Voldemort, in most peoples eyes, Harry."
"oh..right." Harry coughed, and slipped his wand back in its wrist holster. "Your rooms then? Crumpets?"
Dumbledore's piercing blue eyes locked on Harry's bright green ones, and for a long moment they simply stared at eachother. Finally, Dumbledore was the one to look away, and when he looked back, his face was composed into a mask of utter seriousness. "Crumpets, and some of that delightful fudge, I think. Perhaps some earl grey?" He arched a bushy white eyebrow, and Harry pretended to consider it as they left the dungeons.
"Sounds delightful, ol' chap."
"Its settled then."
"Yep. Settled. Crumpets, Chocolate, and Tea."
"You do realise its only a few hours till dawn?" Albus said in the gravest of voices, but his eyes still twinkled infernally.
"Yes. Dreadful isnt it? We should both be in bed!" Harry responded, swerving slightly from side to side as he walked.
"Simply." They exchanged another look, and two streams of delighted laughter echoed through the Hogwarts halls.
~~~~~Inside the Headmasters Office, 20 minutes later.~~~~~~
"Your Godfather, Sirius, got up to some quite memorable pranks on his own. Ones I believe the Mauraders had no doing in." The older man leaned back in his chair as he sipped from his tea.
"Oh? Any that come to mind?"
Many did, but Dumbledore sifted through them, to find one particularly amusing one. It happened across his mind almost immediately, and he grinned. It was a simple trick, but the memory still occassionally brought tears of laughter to his eyes. "I'm not sure exactly what the potion was...but Snuffles snuck down to the kitchen before breakfast one day, and put a excessive flatulence draught in all the school's pumpkin juice. And then..." Harry's eyes had grown wide at the thought, and giggles pealed from him. "He hexed all the silverware. Put a politeness charm on it." Another sip of his tea, and the cup was sat down on the headmasters desk. "Well, you can just imagine what that was like. We had to call off classes halfway through the day." Chuckles escaped him again. "You see, the noise was...something we could deal with. But...I believe the muggles have a term called "Silent but deadly."? That sent harry over the edge, and he nearly fell off the edge of the chair laughing.
Dumbledore's eyes grew serious as he watched Harry recover from his latest laughing fit. It was good to see the boy enjoying himself. Harry needed to keep his spirits up. "I know you're not drunk, Harry."
The seventh year went stiff, and he sat up slowly, looking to the headmaster. For a moment he seemed to be searching for something to say, and then finally, his lips quirked.
Dumbledore waited. He was sure, after witnessing Harry's trick with Severus, that this would probably be most entertaining.
"Why professor! A hogwarts STUDENT get drunk? And not even on a Hogsmeade weekend?!" He shot to his feet, reaching out a hand to keep his balance. "Of COURSE i'm not drunk..."
/wait for it.../ Dumbledore thought to himself, biting on his lower lip to keep from grinning.
"I just had a little too much to drink!" The cheeky grin that followed sent Dumbledore into peals of laughter, which Harry joined after plopping back down in the chair.
It wasnt much longer before Dumbledore felt the late night catching up to him, and he looked over at Harry, who'd dropped all pretenses of being drunk at the Headmasters final solemn look.
"This was an enjoyable experience, Harry, but one that should NOT be repeated...while you are under the influence of any alcohol you may or may not have imbibed. Do you understand?"
Harry merely nodded.
"I should punish you, but I think that Severus will do more than enough of that come your next potions class."
The raven-haired boy groaned, finally letting himself think ahead. He shoved it aside and seeing the signs of tiredness in his drinking partner, only if it was Earl Grey, he rose to his feet, and bade the headmaster a fond goodnight.
Dumbledore returned it warmly, and closed his eyes, intending to take a short nap. However, that was postponed a moment longer by a quiet...
"Headmaster? Are you sure you dont know what Draught it was that Sirius used?"
The question made the older man frown, and after he thought for a moment, he reluctantly shook his head. "But I do remember seeing Sirius with a book, 103 Humour Potions, about a week before it...Why?"
The only answer was a soft chuckle, and the soft Snick of the door as it latched.
I had no intention of doing anything beyond that one short little scene, but thanks to reviewers and my best friend, I decided that I'd give it another shot. Please review ^_^
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Fin? Fin! Fin?! ...mebbe?? -grin-