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-Cherry

Dumbledore woke up a couple of hours later. He lifted his head up from the pillow dizzily. He grabbed Harry's glasses from the nightstand and looked around; Dumbledore quickly noted that everyone else was still sleeping.

Dumbledore glanced on his clock, or well, Harry's clock, the red numbers shined dimly into his face, 6:23. Breakfast didn't start until 8 o'clock. Dumbledore got up from bed, got a pair of school robes from Harry's trunk.

After dressing, Dumbledore slowly walked up to Ron's bed. After finally finding Ron, under the masses of pillows and blankets, Dumbledore shook Ron gently, "Ron…Ron!" he whispered.

Ron just turned in his bed.

"Ron!" Dumbledore hissed, while quickly looking around, hoping that no one else had woken up, and luckily, no one had.

Ron woke up, "Hey, Harry… what time is it?"

Dumbledore looked at his clock again, "Six thirty-five," he answered simply.

"Why did you wake me up so early?" Ron asked groggily, before realizing why, "Oh…"

"Yes, not go up will you?"

"Yeah… sure…" Ron said while yawning. He stumbled out from the warmth and security of his bed. He managed to stumble across the dorm, to his trunk to find some of his robes. A couple of minutes later, Ron called out that he was done.

Dumbledore nodded while following Ron out to the common room.

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When entering the common room, they both saw that Hermione was still there; sleeping peacefully on one of the couches, with her book firmly in her grasp.

"No wonder that Harry likes her…" Dumbledore whispered, "She looks so peaceful while sleeping"

Ron nodded, "I know… Now, the problem is, how are we going to talk without her waking up?" Ron whispered back, "Carry her back to her dorm?"

"Ah, I would guess so," Dumbledore said, while picking Hermione, book and all, "open the door to the girls' dorm, please."

Ron did as he was told and opened the door. Dumbledore, meanwhile, walked into the girls' dorm, and placed Hermione on the only empty bed, he guessed that it had to hers.

Ron closed the door after Dumbledore sneaked out, "Okay, let's start the lesson…" Ron laughed, "Oh, my, I'm going to teach my headmaster something! I think I'm dreaming!"

Dumbledore chuckled softly, "Please begin, Mr. Weasley."

"Right… First of, Harry doesn't say 'Ah, yes' or 'yes' very often, 'yeah' is a more his style," Ron began, "and no 'Mr.' stuff, the only ones he uses the last name on is Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle, and he still don't use the 'Mr.' stuff, there either…"

For about one hour, Ron sat in their common room, teaching Dumbledore how to talk, and walk, as Harry. After that, the other Gryffindor students walked down to the common room, to read, study and talk before the breakfast and lessons started.

When the other students walked down, both Ron and Dumbledore quickly started to pretend to play chess. Dumbledore pretended to loose, not wanting to make people suspicious why Harry suddenly won against Ron, the champion in chess.

When Hermione came down, the first thing she heard, and saw, was Ron exclaiming "Checkmate!" and Ron's grinning face.

Dumbledore smiled, making Harry's green eyes twinkle with amusement.

Ron grinned largely, even though he knew that Dumbledore had let him win. He couldn't resist grinning.

Hermione smiled, "You two are up early… I'm usually the one who has to wait for you. Are you two ready for breakfast?"

Dumbledore hesitated, but quickly covered in up with a, "Yeah…" and a smile.

Ron smiled and nodded, That's right professor! Just as Harry would have done! "So, let's go! I'm starvin'!"

"Ron… you are *always* starving!" Hermione said, smiling innocently.

"I'm not!"

Dumbledore and Hermione just laughed.

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Harry had wakened up earlier, and his morning hadn't been the greatest. At first, when he woke up, he had thought that everything was a dream, switching places with Dumbledore and all that. But then, he saw his –Dumbledore's- long beard

Harry sighed deeply while climbing out of bed, "Another day as my Headmaster…" he muttered to himself as he walked up to Dumbledore's closet. Harry quickly decided to wear a red robe with gold stars and moons, "No offence Professor," Harry muttered, "but, what is it with you and stars and moons on your robes?"

Harry walked out from Dumbledore's secret dorm a couple of minutes later. He patted Fawkes before seating himself behind Dumbledore's desk. He looked at all the parchment and other documents. Suddenly he noted one piece of parchment far on the other side of the desk, on which side the students, and other people, sat when they talked to Dumbledore.

That wouldn't be odd, if the other parchments hadn't been placed in tidy stacks.

Harry grabbed that parchment. After reading a couple of lines, he mentally slapped himself for not noting the note earlier.

The note had been quickly scribbled with Dumbledore's neat handwritings.

Harry,

As we didn't get so much more time to talk, I thought that I should tell you some things that might be good to know.

My dorm is behind the third wall counted from the left side of the door.

It was at this point Harry was mentally slapping himself. Why hadn't he found that note earlier? Harry got through his mental fight and continued to read.

Second, as you're me, you have to do some work. I'm terribly sorry for this, but, I can't do so much. Just do the things that look easy. And for writing letters, just tap your wand on the hand that you use to write with and say "Handstil Albus Dumbledore", and your handwritings will copy mine.

To stop the spell say "Intelli", and tap your wand on the same hand, and your handwritings will match your own again.

Good luck. I will see you 7:00 pm.

A. Dumbledore.

Harry tapped his wand on his right hand while muttering the spell; he might as well put the spell on now and keep it on the rest of the day.

And with that, Harry walked down to get his breakfast down at Great Hall.

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After a large breakfast in the Great Hall, Dumbledore, Hermione and Ron went to their first lesson; Transfiguration.

They seated down in the front; Dumbledore sat in the middle, Ron to his left and Hermione to his right. They were one of the last ones to enter, so after they had seated themselves, McGonagall started her lesson.

"Today, class, we'll try to transfigurate ourselves," McGonagall told them, "just some bases. As for this lesson; how to change hair color on yourselves."

Dumbledore sighed, that was one of the easiest transfiguration spells in this matter. Well, easy for him, anyway, being an old Transfiguration teacher.

Apparently, his chain of thoughts didn't make him look too interested, as he noted when McGonagall suddenly tapped him on his shoulder, "Potter, can you show us, since you seem to have listened on what I've said," McGonagall started, irony clearly in her voice, "so, can you show us how to color your hair… blonde?"

McGonagall wasn't unfair or mean in anyway, but she was strict. And since Dumbledore hadn't been listening, this was the threatening. She made no exceptions, everyone who didn't listen got through that fate; to show *if* they had listened.

Dumbledore smiled calmly, "Of course!" Ron grinned largely beside him while he got up. "What kind of blonde do you want?"

"Light blonde…" McGonagall answered slowly.

Dumbledore took out his wand, "Nonacspe Blondekuswip" he shouted. In a flash, his hair had turned into a light color of blonde, "will that do?"

Ron grinned at McGonagall while whispering to Hermione, "Blonde is definitely not Harry's color!"

"You can turn your hair color back now, Mr. Potter," McGonagall said, smiling uneasily; she had been so sure that 'Harry' hadn't been listening, "Five points to Gryffindor," she then added shortly.

"Nonacspe Normal," Dumbledore said, flicking his wand in the air, and in a flash, Harry's hair was back to normal.

"Mr. Potter, I would like to see if you could do something more then that basic change," McGonagall said suddenly, "changing into one hair color is very simple… I want you to change Miss Granger's hair into black hair with red locks in the front…" she wanted to test him again, to see if it just had been pure luck, or if he actually knew these things already.

Hermione stood up slowly.

Dumbledore grinned, "Yeah, sure thing, Professor…" he raised his wand again, "Nonacspe blackureditfro Hermione," and in a bright flash, Hermione's hair was black and with red locks in the front, "Nice… But I think blue had fitted you much better…"

McGonagall just stared, she hadn't expected 'Harry' to know how to that, and he also had done it better then she would have done if she had to make Hermione's hair black with the red streaks, "Fifteen points to Gryffindor…" she managed to say.

Dumbledore transfigurated one of Harry's books to a mirror, "Here…" he handed it to Hermione, "What do you think? Do you want to keep your hair that way, or should I change it back?"

"I like it, but I would like my real hair color, it feels more natural…"

Dumbledore grinned, which made Hermione feel a bit week in her knees, "Good, I like your real color better… Nonacspe Normal Hermione!"

"Thanks Harry…"

And with that, Transfiguration was over, "We'll continue this next lesson," McGonagall said while all the fifthyear Gryffindors walked out.

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