Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling
Dedication: To Katie, who doesn't write to me anymore *gr*, but nevertheless gave me some good laughs! *hugskatie* and to my Reviewers, thank you so much! You keep this story going! Please go on to review and tell me how you like the ongoing of the story!
The common room was empty now, except for Harry and his two best friends. They sat lazily in front of the fire-place, each one deeply in thought.
It was then that a small owl came flying through the window, dropping a letter into Harry's lap. The young boy looked at the letter: "It isn't time for mail yet." He said to the little owl, which chirped happily. He patted her head and opened the letter. Ron and Hermione studied him silently, waiting for him to tell them who sent the letter. But Harry kept quiet. "Dammit Harry! What's in the letter?" Harry seemed to return from somewhere far away and looked at Ron blankly for a moment, then he understood: "Oh yeah, sure, it's to all three of us, from Professor McGonagall." Ron looked puzzled: "She could have just come here and talk to us." Hermione hushed him: " Be quiet, let Harry read the letter out!"
"Dear Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley and Mrs. Granger,
I want you to meet me in Professor Dumbledore's office in two days at exactly 9pm.! It is important that you tell no one about this letter, burn it once you've read it. Don't be surprised to find other persons in the office as well. I want to repeat that you must keep quiet about all this!
The password to Professor Dumbledore's office is a riddle. When you solve it, you'll know the password.
Till then, yours sincerely
Professor McGonagall, deputy headmistress
The Password:
It's the most silliest way to celebrate a good joke, known to the young form of the female sex. Set the two words together and you'll get entrance to the office. (I suggest you'll let Mrs. Granger solve the riddle.)"
Ron stared at Harry: "What's this all bout?" The young seeker just shrugged: "I have no idea, but something is going on in Hogwarts. I can feel it. I knew something was wrong! Hermione, what do you think?" The girl seemed lost in thought: "Silliest way to celebrate a joke… ." Ron yawed: "Hermione, you have the whole night to think about it, I need my beauty sleep!" That brought a smile to Harry's and Hermione's face. "Ron is right," Hermione said, "we need sleep and as to the riddle, I'll have it solved by tomorrow morning. McGonagall wouldn't give us a complicated riddle if she wanted us to come to the meeting!" The two boys nodded, before saying good night. Before Harry went to follow Ron into the bedroom, he threw the letter into the still burning fire. He watched for a moment as the paper burned soundlessly to ashes. If he could he'd ask Professor McGonagall right away what was happening, but he had to wait till the day after tomorrow, just like everybody else and still there was this feeling, this wasn't just about Dumbledore, this was about him as well.
Minerva hadn't slept much that night. Her worries had kept her awake. What if she did a mistake, what if she was the one leading to Dumbledore's death? Was he still alive? Not knowing the truth drove her crazy. She knew she had to be her usual self the next two days. No one was supposed to sense what was going on. She felt guilty about not informing the whole teaching staff of Hogwarts about her plans, but the less people knew about her plan, the less could make it fail!
Minerva sighed, tomorrow she would have to send of the owls with the invitations for Dumbledore's memorial service in one week. It were more than five hundred invitations and she expected everyone to agree. She had to prepare the service, not to do it would arise suspicion.
Oh how much she wished she could talk to someone, but the one person she had always been able to talk to was gone and no one knew where to find him or whether he was still alive. No! She told herself firmly, don't go down that road, you've been on it before! It will destroy you! Think positive was the rule, one not easy to obey as Minerva had to find out…
Dedication: To Katie, who doesn't write to me anymore *gr*, but nevertheless gave me some good laughs! *hugskatie* and to my Reviewers, thank you so much! You keep this story going! Please go on to review and tell me how you like the ongoing of the story!
The common room was empty now, except for Harry and his two best friends. They sat lazily in front of the fire-place, each one deeply in thought.
It was then that a small owl came flying through the window, dropping a letter into Harry's lap. The young boy looked at the letter: "It isn't time for mail yet." He said to the little owl, which chirped happily. He patted her head and opened the letter. Ron and Hermione studied him silently, waiting for him to tell them who sent the letter. But Harry kept quiet. "Dammit Harry! What's in the letter?" Harry seemed to return from somewhere far away and looked at Ron blankly for a moment, then he understood: "Oh yeah, sure, it's to all three of us, from Professor McGonagall." Ron looked puzzled: "She could have just come here and talk to us." Hermione hushed him: " Be quiet, let Harry read the letter out!"
"Dear Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley and Mrs. Granger,
I want you to meet me in Professor Dumbledore's office in two days at exactly 9pm.! It is important that you tell no one about this letter, burn it once you've read it. Don't be surprised to find other persons in the office as well. I want to repeat that you must keep quiet about all this!
The password to Professor Dumbledore's office is a riddle. When you solve it, you'll know the password.
Till then, yours sincerely
Professor McGonagall, deputy headmistress
The Password:
It's the most silliest way to celebrate a good joke, known to the young form of the female sex. Set the two words together and you'll get entrance to the office. (I suggest you'll let Mrs. Granger solve the riddle.)"
Ron stared at Harry: "What's this all bout?" The young seeker just shrugged: "I have no idea, but something is going on in Hogwarts. I can feel it. I knew something was wrong! Hermione, what do you think?" The girl seemed lost in thought: "Silliest way to celebrate a joke… ." Ron yawed: "Hermione, you have the whole night to think about it, I need my beauty sleep!" That brought a smile to Harry's and Hermione's face. "Ron is right," Hermione said, "we need sleep and as to the riddle, I'll have it solved by tomorrow morning. McGonagall wouldn't give us a complicated riddle if she wanted us to come to the meeting!" The two boys nodded, before saying good night. Before Harry went to follow Ron into the bedroom, he threw the letter into the still burning fire. He watched for a moment as the paper burned soundlessly to ashes. If he could he'd ask Professor McGonagall right away what was happening, but he had to wait till the day after tomorrow, just like everybody else and still there was this feeling, this wasn't just about Dumbledore, this was about him as well.
Minerva hadn't slept much that night. Her worries had kept her awake. What if she did a mistake, what if she was the one leading to Dumbledore's death? Was he still alive? Not knowing the truth drove her crazy. She knew she had to be her usual self the next two days. No one was supposed to sense what was going on. She felt guilty about not informing the whole teaching staff of Hogwarts about her plans, but the less people knew about her plan, the less could make it fail!
Minerva sighed, tomorrow she would have to send of the owls with the invitations for Dumbledore's memorial service in one week. It were more than five hundred invitations and she expected everyone to agree. She had to prepare the service, not to do it would arise suspicion.
Oh how much she wished she could talk to someone, but the one person she had always been able to talk to was gone and no one knew where to find him or whether he was still alive. No! She told herself firmly, don't go down that road, you've been on it before! It will destroy you! Think positive was the rule, one not easy to obey as Minerva had to find out…