The Granddaughter
((Note: Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Albus Dumbledore, etc. all belong to J.K. Rowling.))
Chapter 1 - Urgency
Hogwarts was enjoying a bright and warm morning, as were the students. It was the middle of October, and school had just gotten into the swing of things. Harry, Ron, and Hermione had just gotten out of their potions class when Albus Dumbledore walked by, seemingly in a hurry. "I wonder what's with him," frowned Ron. They all continued to stare at the Professor's rapidly receding back when Hermione finally spoke up.
"Perhaps we should get to lunch. I'm rather hungry." Ron and Harry nodded in agreement, and proceeded to the Great Hall, which was already halfway filled with students. The three sat down at their Gryffindor table and began to eat. No one really said anything until Harry hummed. They caught his line of sight, which was the Teacher's Table. Only, not one teacher was sitting there. All three looked blankly at each other, then absently continued on with their meal, pondering the exact same thing.
"Albus, we must think of the students first!," uttered Professor McGonagall. Albus nodded glumly and sighed, sitting heavily in the not so comfy chair.
"Yes Minerva, we must. That is why I want everyone to keep their eyes open." Albus looked at the parchment again, on which was burned the Dark Mark. Even he, the great Albus Dumbledore was worried. After all that has happened recently, this is not what the students and the school needed. Then, strangely, he began to smile. The other teachers looked puzzled, Albus caught this and decided to put an end to their confusion.
"I think I know who can help." Unfortunately, this statement led to more puzzlement. "Why, I'm sure you'll all remember her." Realization dawned in their eyes. He nodded to them, his eyes twinkling, for he knew they were correct. "Yes, I'm sure my granddaughter Sarah will have a .marvelous time helping us." Professor Snape looked positively ill, while Hagrid was grinning ear to ear.
"It'd be good ta see 'er again." Snape, however, did not harbor such optimistic feelings.
"Sir, with all due respect to your.family, I don't see how Miss Dumbledore can help us." The rest of the teachers looked at him, blinking.
"Severus, despite the fact that Sarah.exploded a few cauldrons in your class, she is a very capable witch. I agree with Albus," concluded Professor McGonagall stiffly, pushing her glass higher up on her nose. Severus Snape frowned darkly, but did not continue.
"I shall send an owl right away. That's all I wanted to discuss. Does anyone else have some business to bring up?" When all shook their heads no, Albus nodded. "Then, meeting adjourned." Professor Dumbledore watched the teachers shuffle out of the office, obviously lost in their own thoughts. He smiles to himself and began to write the letter that would send his granddaughter to help protect Hogwarts.
"Albus?" He looked up upon hearing his name and realized Professor McGonagall had stayed behind.
"Yes, Minerva?," he replied.
"Well, uhm, sir I don't really know how to say this.so.I guess I'll just come right out," she stated while fidgeting with her sleeve, "Well, do you remember what your granddaughter is like?"
Albus's eyes began to twinkle even more. "Indeed, Minerva, I do remember."
((Note: Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Albus Dumbledore, etc. all belong to J.K. Rowling.))
Chapter 1 - Urgency
Hogwarts was enjoying a bright and warm morning, as were the students. It was the middle of October, and school had just gotten into the swing of things. Harry, Ron, and Hermione had just gotten out of their potions class when Albus Dumbledore walked by, seemingly in a hurry. "I wonder what's with him," frowned Ron. They all continued to stare at the Professor's rapidly receding back when Hermione finally spoke up.
"Perhaps we should get to lunch. I'm rather hungry." Ron and Harry nodded in agreement, and proceeded to the Great Hall, which was already halfway filled with students. The three sat down at their Gryffindor table and began to eat. No one really said anything until Harry hummed. They caught his line of sight, which was the Teacher's Table. Only, not one teacher was sitting there. All three looked blankly at each other, then absently continued on with their meal, pondering the exact same thing.
"Albus, we must think of the students first!," uttered Professor McGonagall. Albus nodded glumly and sighed, sitting heavily in the not so comfy chair.
"Yes Minerva, we must. That is why I want everyone to keep their eyes open." Albus looked at the parchment again, on which was burned the Dark Mark. Even he, the great Albus Dumbledore was worried. After all that has happened recently, this is not what the students and the school needed. Then, strangely, he began to smile. The other teachers looked puzzled, Albus caught this and decided to put an end to their confusion.
"I think I know who can help." Unfortunately, this statement led to more puzzlement. "Why, I'm sure you'll all remember her." Realization dawned in their eyes. He nodded to them, his eyes twinkling, for he knew they were correct. "Yes, I'm sure my granddaughter Sarah will have a .marvelous time helping us." Professor Snape looked positively ill, while Hagrid was grinning ear to ear.
"It'd be good ta see 'er again." Snape, however, did not harbor such optimistic feelings.
"Sir, with all due respect to your.family, I don't see how Miss Dumbledore can help us." The rest of the teachers looked at him, blinking.
"Severus, despite the fact that Sarah.exploded a few cauldrons in your class, she is a very capable witch. I agree with Albus," concluded Professor McGonagall stiffly, pushing her glass higher up on her nose. Severus Snape frowned darkly, but did not continue.
"I shall send an owl right away. That's all I wanted to discuss. Does anyone else have some business to bring up?" When all shook their heads no, Albus nodded. "Then, meeting adjourned." Professor Dumbledore watched the teachers shuffle out of the office, obviously lost in their own thoughts. He smiles to himself and began to write the letter that would send his granddaughter to help protect Hogwarts.
"Albus?" He looked up upon hearing his name and realized Professor McGonagall had stayed behind.
"Yes, Minerva?," he replied.
"Well, uhm, sir I don't really know how to say this.so.I guess I'll just come right out," she stated while fidgeting with her sleeve, "Well, do you remember what your granddaughter is like?"
Albus's eyes began to twinkle even more. "Indeed, Minerva, I do remember."