Disclaimer: I do not own any characters in the story, so sad. Ok. None of the character is mine, actually, as you all know, they belong to JK Rowling. Nothing belongs to me, except the stupid plot.
Ch2 Dobby Rewarded
The next day, the three of them were in the dungeon for potions. Snape had to allow the three to continue taking potions because Malfoy himself did so badly. Snape wanted to allow Malfoy to continue and had no reason to disallow them. However, not everyone who could continue did so. Neville, surprisingly scored well, but decided not to take potions although his grandmother encouraged him to keep continuing. He told her that he wouldn't take it if it was the last subject on earth - which was a good thing because Snape couldn't take another point from Gryffindor if Neville made a mess of his potion. But that didn't give Snape any reason not to take away any point from any other Gryffindor, he took away twenty because Harry spilled his hot boiling concotion on the floor and burnt a large hole in it. He took ten from Ron for not brewing in right and another ten from Seamus for talking back.
They walk to the great hall for lunch. Ron couldn't stop swearing.
'That greasy git! One day, when I have the chance, I'll...' said Ron. Hermione was smiling, she probably had something going on in her mind.
'Hermione, what are you smiling for?' asked Harry while Ron continued grumbling. ('When I become headmaster of this school, he'll be the first to be chucked out.')
'Oh, it's just that...' said Hermione smiling.
'What? I can't hear you.' said Harry. Ron stopped complaining.
'It's nothing, I'm just very...' said Hermione.
'Huh?' asked Harry again.
'Oh, nothing. your so farlour-kingmfph... Errr... nevermind.' said Hermione still smiling.
'Hermione?' asked Harry.
'...you...funny look... nevermind.' said Hermione.
'What? Tell us.' demanded Ron impatiently.
'Hermione? What's wrong?' Harry asked.
'Yeah, you're all wrong, Hermione, did you-' said Ron. Hermione started crying and ran off.
'Thanks Ron, now you've scared her off.' said Harry.
'What? I didn't know she's... What's got into her anyway?' asked Ron, 'she comes to tell us something, I just- Harry? What are you doing here?'
'Huh? What what am I doing here?' asked Harry.
'I thought... do you live here?' asked Ron.
'Let's go.' said Harry as he walked back to the common room leaving a confused Ron behind.
'I'm going to the great hall for lunch, you go back yourself.' Ron called after.
Harry climbed into the common room and found Hermione sitting alone buried with books. She was sobbing silently.
'Hermione? Are you ok?' asked Harry as he found a small space and sat beside her.
'I'm fine.' she replied.
'What happened? What were you saying?' asked Harry.
'Oh Harry, I thought you'll never ask, I thought I won't ever get the chance to tell you.' said Hermione softly.
'Yes?' asked Harry feeling that he might not want to hear what she was about to say.
'Ok,' said Hermione breathing deeply, 'I wanted to tell you t-that, you looked really funny just now, there was a feather on your head. I was laughing at it and Ron scolded me.'
'Ron didn't scold you, he just-'
'But he raised his voice at me, isn't that called scolding?' asked Hermione, 'I thought you both were my best friends but Ron scolded me, he isn't my best friend anymore.'
'I think that you are a little over sensitive, Ron wouldn't-' started Harry.
'I am not!' said Hermione. Harry jumped. 'I am not over sensitive! Anyway, care to join the S.P.E.W.? It's a walfare to protect the rights of house elves.'
'But Hermione, I've joined already-' said Harry.
'Does it mean you won't join?' asked Hermione looking disappointed.
'No, I joined already, remember, together with Ron.'
'Stop giving excuses, just say it, you won't join, I hate hearing stupid excuses, I'm sick of it. It's just buying a badge and wearing it. Alright, how about this, I'll pay for your badge, you'll just wear it.' she said forcing a badge into Harry's hand. 'You'll wear it, won't you?'
'Errr... Ok.' said Harry.
'That's better.' said Hermione as she packed her books and left. Ron appeared at the fat lady potrait.
'Harry! Where were you, I was looking all over the castle for you, we were walking from the dungeons when you disappeared, why didn't you tell me, you just disappeared so suddenly, I didn't know, did you disapparated?' Ron asked.
'I told you I was leaving, didn't I?' asked Harry.
'Errr... Didn't realise that. Can we sleep now?' asked Ron.
'No, it's still early, it's still day, come on, we have Defence against the Dark Arts now.' said Harry as they started walking out.
'Who's our new defence against dark arts teacher anyway?' asked Harry.
'Obviously, it's professor Quirrell.' said Ron.
'Oh come on Ron, how can it be Quirrell? He's already dead, besides, Dumbledore wouldn't allow him here if he's still alive, he would most probably be in azkaban. We're are having Snape as our new defence against the dark arts teacher.' said Hermione appearing.
'Snape? He's teaching us defence against the dark arts?' asked Harry. 'What about potions?'
'It's obvious, Quirrell is teaching us potions.' said Ron.
'Ron, Quirrell is dead, I bet Lockhart's taking us for potions.' said Hermione smiling dreamily.
'Lockhart's gotten his memory back? When?' asked Harry.
'Yeah, when?' asked Hermione.
'I asking you, Hermione.' said Harry feeling slightly confused.
'Oh, you're asking me, and- Lockhart's got his memory back?' asked Hermione. They arrived at the defence against the dark arts room. Last year, it was decorated with pink streamers, horrible smelling flowers and ugly mad-eye moody-looking eyes cats. This year, there was many potraits of old man sitting on old rocking chairs.
They were all sleeping. It seemed as if Dumbledore had extended his office here. Everyone looked around. On the teacher's table, was a few hour glass, a bowl of soup, some toilet paper, some funny clicking silver instruments, a few pieces of parchments, stacks of books, a quill and a bottle of ink.
The only potrait with it's content not sleeping was the one up the stairs. An old man who looked astonishing like Dumbledore was staring at them. His eyes was twinkling. He smiled and walked closer. He walked closer and closer, till he stepped right out of the frame. Several people gasped.
Harry finally realised that it was actually Dumbledore, he had walked out of a door way. Harry was glad that he was not the only one who had mistaken Dumbledore for being a potrait.
'Sorry I'm late, I ran out of face cream and had to get Filch to get me some. You know, I could have arrived on time if he had brought it an hour ago, he only turned up with it fifty minutes ago, well, I needed an hour.' said Dumbledore smiling kindly. Ron gave a disgusted face.
'So, I reckoned you must have guessed that I am your new defence against the dark arts teacher, well, you're right.' said Dumbledore, 'But I don't like teaching defence against dark arts, I prefer transfiguration. So today, I shall teach you how to trasfigure yourselves.'
With that, Dumbledore turned into a chicken, flew into the bowl of soup and turned into... Chicken Soup for the Twinkle Eye. The whole class applauded.
Then class was over, everyone left.
They went down to practice for Quidditch next. Everyone was waiting for them. The two beaters, Vicky and Geoffrey were comparing their bats. Ginny, Wood and neville were talking amongst themselves.
Ron was complaining about the beaters.
'Fred and George were much better, no wonder Wood don't want them. Look at Hooper, he keeps whining, but can't even aim well, stupid idiot. I swear, Fred and George are ten times better, they can hit with their eyes close, that Frobashier girl is no better-' said Ron.
'She's Vicky Frobisher.' corrected Hermione.
'Whatever, she's a- hey, where's Angelina?' said Ron.
'Why should she be here?' asked Harry.
Suddenly, there was a loud crack. Dobby the house elf appeared.
'You are not supposed to apparated or disapparate in this castle.' said Hermione.
'Harry Potter must listen to Dobby, Harry Potter must not play Quidditch today now that history is to repeat itself.' said Dobby.
'What?' asked Harry but the house elf disapparated with a loud crack.
Dumbledore appeared.
'Wood! I thought I banned you from here. Get lost.' said Dumbledore.
'But professor, can't I, just once, I really miss playing Quidditch here, please?' pleaded Wood.
'No! Stupefy.' said Dumbledore as Wood flew over the rest and landed on the ground. He sulked and walked away.
'Ok, it's time to elect out captain to train us. Who votes for me?' asked Hermione raising her hand and looking around, 'I said who here votes for me?'
There was no response. 'Ok, I shal be the captain.' said Hermione.
'Allow me.' said Neville. The two started arguing.
'Professor, can you fly?' asked Ron.
'Oh, who me? Oh yes I can of course, but I don't like flying, it'll only get me all sticky and smelly, and I'll get all muddy and pimples.' said Dumbledore giving a look of disgust, ' Who wants a smelly headmaster. Time to doll up for tonight's party, my skin is getting a little too dry, I need to cream it. '
'Now? It's only two in the afternoon.' said Ron.
'We are having a party tonight?' asked Harry.
'Oh, It's a surprise party- oh I shouldn't have said that, I shouldn't have said that. No more.' said Dumbledore.
'A surprise party? What for?' asked Harry.
'Oh Harry, It's obvious, It's a reunion party for Quirrell, he and you-know-' said Ron.
'Yeah right. If we are ever going to celebrate for Voldemort, then I'm the smartest witch in the whole level.' said Hermione.
'Aren't you?' asked Ron.
'That's not the point. The point is that, there's no point. We are not celebrating for Quirrell or Voldemort, besides Quirrell is already dead. We're are celebrating the return of Lockhart's and his memory, am I right, Professor?' asked Hermione but Dumbledore had disappeared.
'Lockhart has his memory back?' asked Harry.
'How would I know?' snapped Hermione walking off.
When they finished, night had already fallen. They walked to the geat hall for the supposed-to-be surprise party. Streamers of all colours hung across the room. As they walked in, they were greeted by a foul smelling Filch who was heading to the bathroom to get rid of the dung on his head. Mrs Norris was purring softly at Snape. Snape got irritated and kicked it.
'Stupid Norris. Go away.' he said. Hagrid was drink deeply. Mcgonagall was eating a fish on the table. Sprout was talking to Mdm Prince, Pomfrey was teaching Flitwick how to mend a small wound and Dumbledore was sitting in the table smiling at himself. Dobby was sitting beside him looking nervous.
Harry and Ron walked to the Gryffindor table, they sat opposite Hermione. It was raining heavily outside.
Mcgonagall starting clinking her fork onto her goblet, 'Could I have your attention?'
'You must be wondering what this special occasion is. Why are we celebration.' said Dumbledore, ' It's nothing special really, I just called to celebrate my birthday. As you all know today is my birthday, I expected presents from everyone of you, but today, I got nothing much, I'm greatly disappointed, but I had a gift from someone, a house elf by the name of Dobby gave me a sock, what I always wanted. Therefore, I'm going to give him something in return.'
He stuck his hand into his hand and pulled out something.
'Don't worry, it's not clothes, I won't set you free so easily, I'll award you greatly if you remember my birthday, I present to you, one knut!' said Dumbledore holding it up so that everyone could see it.
'Dobby is thanking master for giving him a knut, Dobby is thanking master for presenting him with money. Dobby is rich.' said Dobby raising his hands to receive it.
'Go get it!' said Dumbledore tossing the knut accross the room as Dobby ran over to pick it up. Dumbledore started laughing loudly.
'Ha ha! har! That's funny, you are a dog! Har! Har!' laugh Dumbledore madly as he began throwing knuts all over the place.
'Mental, that one.' said Ron. Dobby picked up the knuts and counted them.
'Dobby is getting eleven knuts from master! Dobby is happy.'
'Look at these poor house elves, that's why you have to join the SPEW.' Hermione was saying. Food appeared on the golded plates and everyone started eating.
Snape was poking Dumbledore shoulder.
'Headmaster, it's nine, it's time for you to sleep.' said Snape.
'Oh, come on, let me celebrate my birthday.' said Dumbledore, 'It's only once a year, I don't my sacrificing my beauty sleep for big events like this.'
'I've got ballet practice now, you don't expect me to-' started Snape.
'Oh, why don't you try break dancing, it's fun, I'm still learning, it's really difficult, I've been practicing it for two years now, I still cannot get it.' said Dumbledore.
'But I don't get to wear the pink dress if I learn break dancing. Oh please?' asked Snape.
'Well ok. Everyone will please proceed back to their dormitries, everyone except, Snape who's got-' boomed Dumbledore.
'Shhh...' hissed Snape.
'How can he chase us off like that? And why?' said Hermione.
'Because Quirrell is coming and he don't want-' said Ron.
'For goodness sake Ron, Quirrell is dead, you still can't get over can you? I reckon it's because Lockhart is coming, he wants to give us a surprise, that's all.' said Hermione as they both argued their way up.
The next morning, during breakfast at the great hall, there was a great din at the Slytherin table, Crabbe and Goyle were arguing, and for the first time.
'That was mine, I saw it first.' yelled Crabbe.
'No! Mine. It is my food. My food!' Goyle shouted back.
'Give me to that!' Crabbe threatened shaking his fist violently.
'No! It's on my plate, so I must have it.' Goyle said angrily.
'I only let it fall onto your side. But I had it first.' Crabbe was saying. Malfoy sat in between them and continued eating, he didn't seem to care too much about his two big bodyguards.
'Give it to him, there's more on the plate. Look.' said a Slytherin second year. The two stopped arguing immediately and sat down.
Mcgonagall started knocking her spoon onto her goblet, 'May I have your attention?' Dumbledore stood up, cleared his throat and said,
'I'm full.' Next, he sat down.
'Wicked! Harry, he's full.' said Ron.
Dumbledore walked up to Harry, he smiled at him.
'Meet me at my office after breakfast, Harry, there's something I would like you to see.' said Dumbledore before leaving.
'What do you reckon is that all about?' asked Harry.
'Probably going to show you Quirrell's turban.' said Ron.
'Why would Dumbledore wants Harry to see Quirrell's turban? ' asked Hermione, 'Bet you anything he's going to show Harry my test paper, I had an outstanding for Defence against the dark arts.'
'But what about Quirrell's turban, Dumbledore has to show that to Harry.' said Ron.
'Oh, he'll show that tomorrow.' said Hermione.
'What's wrong with you two? Ron, can you stop tickling my food? I need to eat.' said Harry.
'Oh sorry.' said Ron.
Irritated by Ron and Hermione's behavior, Harry decided to look for Dumbledore alone. He walked down to Dumbledore's office wondering what was Dumbledore going to show him.
Before he knew it, he was once again standing beside the stone gargoyle.
'Errr... Sherbet lemon? Errm... Cockcoach cluster, errr... chocolate frogs, lemon drops, honeydukes best chocolates, errr... acid pops? Butter beer, no, that's not-' Harry tried. But a vioce from behind him interrupted.
'Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes.' it said and the stone gargoyle sprang to life. Harry turned and found Dumbledore smiling at him.
'Come in, Harry.' Dumbledore said. Harry followed Dumbledore in.
'Sit Harry.' said Dumbledore. Harry obeyed.
'Yes?' asked Dumbledore staring intensely at Harry.
'Yes what?' asked Harry.
'You were looking for me, weren't you, so what is the problem?' asked Dumbledore.
'No, I mean yes.You told me to-'
'You were outside just now, weren't you looking for me?' asked Dumbledore.
'Yes, but-'
'So?'
'You told me to look for you, just now, at the Great Hall, you said to look for you, after breakfast.' said Harry.
'Really? That's a lie, I never wanted to look for you, when did I ever wanted to see you? Why? Why did you lie to me Harry? Why? I thought I could trust you. I'm so disappointed.' said Dumbledore, his eyes filled with tears.
'But you did said that.' said Harry.
'Oh wait, I remember something like that, oh, I remember saying that,
I'm getting old, I'm forgetting, I'm sorry Harry, I'm sorry I accused you.' said Dumbledore wiping tears away from his eyes, 'I'm really sorry, Harry. Will you forgive me? Will you forgive you poor old headmaster who is so forgiving and feels sorry? Well, will you?'
'Ok.' choked Harry.
'Oh, so you are not going to forgive your poor headmaster who has worked so hard for the school and don't deserve any credit? Are you?' asked Dumbledore turning red.
'No.' said Harry softly.
'Oh yeah? Then, why are you so reluctanted to forgive me?' asked Dumbledore. He stood staring at Harry for a moment, then finally cooled down.
'Why are you looking for me anyway?' he asked.
'You were the one looking for me.' said Harry angrily.
'How dare you lie! I wasn't looking for you and don't you dare shout back at me you rude boy.' Dumbledore growled.
'But-' started Harry.
'I remember. I wanted to see you because, oh I remember now, I wanted to show you this.' said Dumbledore pulling out a piece of parchment. He handed it to Harry.
Harry opened and read out the writings on the front.
'The little puppet saw that the unicorn had no money, he pushed the green doll out of the window. The silver donkey ate the brown carrot and married the princess. There was a rainbow. They lived happily ever after. The end.' read Harry.
'What?' asked Harry.
'Oh sorry, that was an essay I wrote, not this, the back.' said Dumbledore.
'Albus Dumbledore is the most brilliant headmaster ever.' Harry read aloud.
'Oh thanks.' said Dumbledore. Harry stared at him.
'What?'
'Thank you for that comment.' said Dumbledore.
'I was reading.' said Harry waving the parchment.
'Oh, I thought you were praising me. Thought you were so nice...' Dumbledore mumbled.
'Who wrote it?' asked Harry.
'I did, well, you need to go, you have charms, better not be late.' said Dumbledore, 'Oh well, time to sleep, slept fifteen minutes late last night, better sleep before I get wrinkles.'
Ch2 Dobby Rewarded
The next day, the three of them were in the dungeon for potions. Snape had to allow the three to continue taking potions because Malfoy himself did so badly. Snape wanted to allow Malfoy to continue and had no reason to disallow them. However, not everyone who could continue did so. Neville, surprisingly scored well, but decided not to take potions although his grandmother encouraged him to keep continuing. He told her that he wouldn't take it if it was the last subject on earth - which was a good thing because Snape couldn't take another point from Gryffindor if Neville made a mess of his potion. But that didn't give Snape any reason not to take away any point from any other Gryffindor, he took away twenty because Harry spilled his hot boiling concotion on the floor and burnt a large hole in it. He took ten from Ron for not brewing in right and another ten from Seamus for talking back.
They walk to the great hall for lunch. Ron couldn't stop swearing.
'That greasy git! One day, when I have the chance, I'll...' said Ron. Hermione was smiling, she probably had something going on in her mind.
'Hermione, what are you smiling for?' asked Harry while Ron continued grumbling. ('When I become headmaster of this school, he'll be the first to be chucked out.')
'Oh, it's just that...' said Hermione smiling.
'What? I can't hear you.' said Harry. Ron stopped complaining.
'It's nothing, I'm just very...' said Hermione.
'Huh?' asked Harry again.
'Oh, nothing. your so farlour-kingmfph... Errr... nevermind.' said Hermione still smiling.
'Hermione?' asked Harry.
'...you...funny look... nevermind.' said Hermione.
'What? Tell us.' demanded Ron impatiently.
'Hermione? What's wrong?' Harry asked.
'Yeah, you're all wrong, Hermione, did you-' said Ron. Hermione started crying and ran off.
'Thanks Ron, now you've scared her off.' said Harry.
'What? I didn't know she's... What's got into her anyway?' asked Ron, 'she comes to tell us something, I just- Harry? What are you doing here?'
'Huh? What what am I doing here?' asked Harry.
'I thought... do you live here?' asked Ron.
'Let's go.' said Harry as he walked back to the common room leaving a confused Ron behind.
'I'm going to the great hall for lunch, you go back yourself.' Ron called after.
Harry climbed into the common room and found Hermione sitting alone buried with books. She was sobbing silently.
'Hermione? Are you ok?' asked Harry as he found a small space and sat beside her.
'I'm fine.' she replied.
'What happened? What were you saying?' asked Harry.
'Oh Harry, I thought you'll never ask, I thought I won't ever get the chance to tell you.' said Hermione softly.
'Yes?' asked Harry feeling that he might not want to hear what she was about to say.
'Ok,' said Hermione breathing deeply, 'I wanted to tell you t-that, you looked really funny just now, there was a feather on your head. I was laughing at it and Ron scolded me.'
'Ron didn't scold you, he just-'
'But he raised his voice at me, isn't that called scolding?' asked Hermione, 'I thought you both were my best friends but Ron scolded me, he isn't my best friend anymore.'
'I think that you are a little over sensitive, Ron wouldn't-' started Harry.
'I am not!' said Hermione. Harry jumped. 'I am not over sensitive! Anyway, care to join the S.P.E.W.? It's a walfare to protect the rights of house elves.'
'But Hermione, I've joined already-' said Harry.
'Does it mean you won't join?' asked Hermione looking disappointed.
'No, I joined already, remember, together with Ron.'
'Stop giving excuses, just say it, you won't join, I hate hearing stupid excuses, I'm sick of it. It's just buying a badge and wearing it. Alright, how about this, I'll pay for your badge, you'll just wear it.' she said forcing a badge into Harry's hand. 'You'll wear it, won't you?'
'Errr... Ok.' said Harry.
'That's better.' said Hermione as she packed her books and left. Ron appeared at the fat lady potrait.
'Harry! Where were you, I was looking all over the castle for you, we were walking from the dungeons when you disappeared, why didn't you tell me, you just disappeared so suddenly, I didn't know, did you disapparated?' Ron asked.
'I told you I was leaving, didn't I?' asked Harry.
'Errr... Didn't realise that. Can we sleep now?' asked Ron.
'No, it's still early, it's still day, come on, we have Defence against the Dark Arts now.' said Harry as they started walking out.
'Who's our new defence against dark arts teacher anyway?' asked Harry.
'Obviously, it's professor Quirrell.' said Ron.
'Oh come on Ron, how can it be Quirrell? He's already dead, besides, Dumbledore wouldn't allow him here if he's still alive, he would most probably be in azkaban. We're are having Snape as our new defence against the dark arts teacher.' said Hermione appearing.
'Snape? He's teaching us defence against the dark arts?' asked Harry. 'What about potions?'
'It's obvious, Quirrell is teaching us potions.' said Ron.
'Ron, Quirrell is dead, I bet Lockhart's taking us for potions.' said Hermione smiling dreamily.
'Lockhart's gotten his memory back? When?' asked Harry.
'Yeah, when?' asked Hermione.
'I asking you, Hermione.' said Harry feeling slightly confused.
'Oh, you're asking me, and- Lockhart's got his memory back?' asked Hermione. They arrived at the defence against the dark arts room. Last year, it was decorated with pink streamers, horrible smelling flowers and ugly mad-eye moody-looking eyes cats. This year, there was many potraits of old man sitting on old rocking chairs.
They were all sleeping. It seemed as if Dumbledore had extended his office here. Everyone looked around. On the teacher's table, was a few hour glass, a bowl of soup, some toilet paper, some funny clicking silver instruments, a few pieces of parchments, stacks of books, a quill and a bottle of ink.
The only potrait with it's content not sleeping was the one up the stairs. An old man who looked astonishing like Dumbledore was staring at them. His eyes was twinkling. He smiled and walked closer. He walked closer and closer, till he stepped right out of the frame. Several people gasped.
Harry finally realised that it was actually Dumbledore, he had walked out of a door way. Harry was glad that he was not the only one who had mistaken Dumbledore for being a potrait.
'Sorry I'm late, I ran out of face cream and had to get Filch to get me some. You know, I could have arrived on time if he had brought it an hour ago, he only turned up with it fifty minutes ago, well, I needed an hour.' said Dumbledore smiling kindly. Ron gave a disgusted face.
'So, I reckoned you must have guessed that I am your new defence against the dark arts teacher, well, you're right.' said Dumbledore, 'But I don't like teaching defence against dark arts, I prefer transfiguration. So today, I shall teach you how to trasfigure yourselves.'
With that, Dumbledore turned into a chicken, flew into the bowl of soup and turned into... Chicken Soup for the Twinkle Eye. The whole class applauded.
Then class was over, everyone left.
They went down to practice for Quidditch next. Everyone was waiting for them. The two beaters, Vicky and Geoffrey were comparing their bats. Ginny, Wood and neville were talking amongst themselves.
Ron was complaining about the beaters.
'Fred and George were much better, no wonder Wood don't want them. Look at Hooper, he keeps whining, but can't even aim well, stupid idiot. I swear, Fred and George are ten times better, they can hit with their eyes close, that Frobashier girl is no better-' said Ron.
'She's Vicky Frobisher.' corrected Hermione.
'Whatever, she's a- hey, where's Angelina?' said Ron.
'Why should she be here?' asked Harry.
Suddenly, there was a loud crack. Dobby the house elf appeared.
'You are not supposed to apparated or disapparate in this castle.' said Hermione.
'Harry Potter must listen to Dobby, Harry Potter must not play Quidditch today now that history is to repeat itself.' said Dobby.
'What?' asked Harry but the house elf disapparated with a loud crack.
Dumbledore appeared.
'Wood! I thought I banned you from here. Get lost.' said Dumbledore.
'But professor, can't I, just once, I really miss playing Quidditch here, please?' pleaded Wood.
'No! Stupefy.' said Dumbledore as Wood flew over the rest and landed on the ground. He sulked and walked away.
'Ok, it's time to elect out captain to train us. Who votes for me?' asked Hermione raising her hand and looking around, 'I said who here votes for me?'
There was no response. 'Ok, I shal be the captain.' said Hermione.
'Allow me.' said Neville. The two started arguing.
'Professor, can you fly?' asked Ron.
'Oh, who me? Oh yes I can of course, but I don't like flying, it'll only get me all sticky and smelly, and I'll get all muddy and pimples.' said Dumbledore giving a look of disgust, ' Who wants a smelly headmaster. Time to doll up for tonight's party, my skin is getting a little too dry, I need to cream it. '
'Now? It's only two in the afternoon.' said Ron.
'We are having a party tonight?' asked Harry.
'Oh, It's a surprise party- oh I shouldn't have said that, I shouldn't have said that. No more.' said Dumbledore.
'A surprise party? What for?' asked Harry.
'Oh Harry, It's obvious, It's a reunion party for Quirrell, he and you-know-' said Ron.
'Yeah right. If we are ever going to celebrate for Voldemort, then I'm the smartest witch in the whole level.' said Hermione.
'Aren't you?' asked Ron.
'That's not the point. The point is that, there's no point. We are not celebrating for Quirrell or Voldemort, besides Quirrell is already dead. We're are celebrating the return of Lockhart's and his memory, am I right, Professor?' asked Hermione but Dumbledore had disappeared.
'Lockhart has his memory back?' asked Harry.
'How would I know?' snapped Hermione walking off.
When they finished, night had already fallen. They walked to the geat hall for the supposed-to-be surprise party. Streamers of all colours hung across the room. As they walked in, they were greeted by a foul smelling Filch who was heading to the bathroom to get rid of the dung on his head. Mrs Norris was purring softly at Snape. Snape got irritated and kicked it.
'Stupid Norris. Go away.' he said. Hagrid was drink deeply. Mcgonagall was eating a fish on the table. Sprout was talking to Mdm Prince, Pomfrey was teaching Flitwick how to mend a small wound and Dumbledore was sitting in the table smiling at himself. Dobby was sitting beside him looking nervous.
Harry and Ron walked to the Gryffindor table, they sat opposite Hermione. It was raining heavily outside.
Mcgonagall starting clinking her fork onto her goblet, 'Could I have your attention?'
'You must be wondering what this special occasion is. Why are we celebration.' said Dumbledore, ' It's nothing special really, I just called to celebrate my birthday. As you all know today is my birthday, I expected presents from everyone of you, but today, I got nothing much, I'm greatly disappointed, but I had a gift from someone, a house elf by the name of Dobby gave me a sock, what I always wanted. Therefore, I'm going to give him something in return.'
He stuck his hand into his hand and pulled out something.
'Don't worry, it's not clothes, I won't set you free so easily, I'll award you greatly if you remember my birthday, I present to you, one knut!' said Dumbledore holding it up so that everyone could see it.
'Dobby is thanking master for giving him a knut, Dobby is thanking master for presenting him with money. Dobby is rich.' said Dobby raising his hands to receive it.
'Go get it!' said Dumbledore tossing the knut accross the room as Dobby ran over to pick it up. Dumbledore started laughing loudly.
'Ha ha! har! That's funny, you are a dog! Har! Har!' laugh Dumbledore madly as he began throwing knuts all over the place.
'Mental, that one.' said Ron. Dobby picked up the knuts and counted them.
'Dobby is getting eleven knuts from master! Dobby is happy.'
'Look at these poor house elves, that's why you have to join the SPEW.' Hermione was saying. Food appeared on the golded plates and everyone started eating.
Snape was poking Dumbledore shoulder.
'Headmaster, it's nine, it's time for you to sleep.' said Snape.
'Oh, come on, let me celebrate my birthday.' said Dumbledore, 'It's only once a year, I don't my sacrificing my beauty sleep for big events like this.'
'I've got ballet practice now, you don't expect me to-' started Snape.
'Oh, why don't you try break dancing, it's fun, I'm still learning, it's really difficult, I've been practicing it for two years now, I still cannot get it.' said Dumbledore.
'But I don't get to wear the pink dress if I learn break dancing. Oh please?' asked Snape.
'Well ok. Everyone will please proceed back to their dormitries, everyone except, Snape who's got-' boomed Dumbledore.
'Shhh...' hissed Snape.
'How can he chase us off like that? And why?' said Hermione.
'Because Quirrell is coming and he don't want-' said Ron.
'For goodness sake Ron, Quirrell is dead, you still can't get over can you? I reckon it's because Lockhart is coming, he wants to give us a surprise, that's all.' said Hermione as they both argued their way up.
The next morning, during breakfast at the great hall, there was a great din at the Slytherin table, Crabbe and Goyle were arguing, and for the first time.
'That was mine, I saw it first.' yelled Crabbe.
'No! Mine. It is my food. My food!' Goyle shouted back.
'Give me to that!' Crabbe threatened shaking his fist violently.
'No! It's on my plate, so I must have it.' Goyle said angrily.
'I only let it fall onto your side. But I had it first.' Crabbe was saying. Malfoy sat in between them and continued eating, he didn't seem to care too much about his two big bodyguards.
'Give it to him, there's more on the plate. Look.' said a Slytherin second year. The two stopped arguing immediately and sat down.
Mcgonagall started knocking her spoon onto her goblet, 'May I have your attention?' Dumbledore stood up, cleared his throat and said,
'I'm full.' Next, he sat down.
'Wicked! Harry, he's full.' said Ron.
Dumbledore walked up to Harry, he smiled at him.
'Meet me at my office after breakfast, Harry, there's something I would like you to see.' said Dumbledore before leaving.
'What do you reckon is that all about?' asked Harry.
'Probably going to show you Quirrell's turban.' said Ron.
'Why would Dumbledore wants Harry to see Quirrell's turban? ' asked Hermione, 'Bet you anything he's going to show Harry my test paper, I had an outstanding for Defence against the dark arts.'
'But what about Quirrell's turban, Dumbledore has to show that to Harry.' said Ron.
'Oh, he'll show that tomorrow.' said Hermione.
'What's wrong with you two? Ron, can you stop tickling my food? I need to eat.' said Harry.
'Oh sorry.' said Ron.
Irritated by Ron and Hermione's behavior, Harry decided to look for Dumbledore alone. He walked down to Dumbledore's office wondering what was Dumbledore going to show him.
Before he knew it, he was once again standing beside the stone gargoyle.
'Errr... Sherbet lemon? Errm... Cockcoach cluster, errr... chocolate frogs, lemon drops, honeydukes best chocolates, errr... acid pops? Butter beer, no, that's not-' Harry tried. But a vioce from behind him interrupted.
'Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes.' it said and the stone gargoyle sprang to life. Harry turned and found Dumbledore smiling at him.
'Come in, Harry.' Dumbledore said. Harry followed Dumbledore in.
'Sit Harry.' said Dumbledore. Harry obeyed.
'Yes?' asked Dumbledore staring intensely at Harry.
'Yes what?' asked Harry.
'You were looking for me, weren't you, so what is the problem?' asked Dumbledore.
'No, I mean yes.You told me to-'
'You were outside just now, weren't you looking for me?' asked Dumbledore.
'Yes, but-'
'So?'
'You told me to look for you, just now, at the Great Hall, you said to look for you, after breakfast.' said Harry.
'Really? That's a lie, I never wanted to look for you, when did I ever wanted to see you? Why? Why did you lie to me Harry? Why? I thought I could trust you. I'm so disappointed.' said Dumbledore, his eyes filled with tears.
'But you did said that.' said Harry.
'Oh wait, I remember something like that, oh, I remember saying that,
I'm getting old, I'm forgetting, I'm sorry Harry, I'm sorry I accused you.' said Dumbledore wiping tears away from his eyes, 'I'm really sorry, Harry. Will you forgive me? Will you forgive you poor old headmaster who is so forgiving and feels sorry? Well, will you?'
'Ok.' choked Harry.
'Oh, so you are not going to forgive your poor headmaster who has worked so hard for the school and don't deserve any credit? Are you?' asked Dumbledore turning red.
'No.' said Harry softly.
'Oh yeah? Then, why are you so reluctanted to forgive me?' asked Dumbledore. He stood staring at Harry for a moment, then finally cooled down.
'Why are you looking for me anyway?' he asked.
'You were the one looking for me.' said Harry angrily.
'How dare you lie! I wasn't looking for you and don't you dare shout back at me you rude boy.' Dumbledore growled.
'But-' started Harry.
'I remember. I wanted to see you because, oh I remember now, I wanted to show you this.' said Dumbledore pulling out a piece of parchment. He handed it to Harry.
Harry opened and read out the writings on the front.
'The little puppet saw that the unicorn had no money, he pushed the green doll out of the window. The silver donkey ate the brown carrot and married the princess. There was a rainbow. They lived happily ever after. The end.' read Harry.
'What?' asked Harry.
'Oh sorry, that was an essay I wrote, not this, the back.' said Dumbledore.
'Albus Dumbledore is the most brilliant headmaster ever.' Harry read aloud.
'Oh thanks.' said Dumbledore. Harry stared at him.
'What?'
'Thank you for that comment.' said Dumbledore.
'I was reading.' said Harry waving the parchment.
'Oh, I thought you were praising me. Thought you were so nice...' Dumbledore mumbled.
'Who wrote it?' asked Harry.
'I did, well, you need to go, you have charms, better not be late.' said Dumbledore, 'Oh well, time to sleep, slept fifteen minutes late last night, better sleep before I get wrinkles.'