Part 18-
Megan hurried down the hall with the numbers in her pocket. She kept chanting them to herself in case she lost the paper somehow. Looking up at the paintings she wasn't paying attention infront of her. Down the hall came Lucius Malfoy. He saw her on his way to the bathroom and stopped. Leaning against an opening to the adjacent hallway he waited for her to come rushing past her. She did and he started talking.
"Well, hello Megan." He said. Megan stopped at the sound of her name and turned to him.
"Hello Slimy Haired Person I've never seen before." She said and smiled. He looked down at his fingers.
"Slimy? I am far from slimy. No Malfoy is Slimy." A smile of revelation came across her face.
"I HAVE seen you before!" She declared and punched him in the arm harder than she had meant to. "How goes it gramps?"
"Gramps?"
"You're like a grandfather to me!" She said and punched him again.
"Well, then would you stop hitting me?" He said and shoved her away. "No way to treat your elders you know." Megan nodded approvingly. She held up three fingers and swayed them infront of his face.
"What in Merlin's name are you doing?" He asked and knocked her arm down.
"Well, in my time you can't see for shit." She put her hand back up.
"I see perfectly well now so you can stop." She kept waving her hand.
"How many fingers am I holding up." She said.
"Three, now leave me alone. I only needed to talk to you so I could see what everyone was talking about." He turned his head haughtily.
"How 'bout now?" She asked and put down her index and ring finger and smiled. She dashed away and headed towards the Great Hall. When she arrived she looked immediately at the Teacher's table. Dumbledore was gone.
"Dammit!" She exclaimed. "Who am I supposed to give this to?" She said and pulled the parchment out of her pocket.
"Megan!" James said and called for her to come over to their table. Megan shrugged and sat down, putting the parchment back in her pocket. Today's lunch, Chicken fingers and French fries. They were very good. As she ate, a tall black haired boy walked behind her and she could see Reumus and Sirius snickering.
"What's so funny?" She asked. They pointed at him as he walked around the table and sauntered to the far table, which (by looking at the robes), Megan recognized as Slytherin's table.
"Servus Snape, he's a real- Hey! Where are you going?" Megan jumped from her seat and followed the black haired boy. The back of his hair came together in a black tuft at the nape of his neck. Megan, in a hurried walk, reached for it and pulled, making the boy stop and turn around. He turned, shocked and grabbed at his neck.
"What do you think you are doing?" He asked and slapped her hand away. Megan thought she saw his eye twitch, but only momentarily.
"You are an evil, pessimistic, biased bastard." She declared and stomped on his foot. Standing there, between, the Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw tables, they looked like they were performing, but this was no act. Megan was reaping her vengeance on Snape for all the detentions, deductions of points and grades, and embarrassing moments he had put her through. Dumbledore came the Great Hall from behind the teachers table. Minerva jumped up ready to stop what ever was about to happen, but Albus put a hand on her shoulder and she stopped.
"Let's see where this is going." He said and she sat down.
"I don't know where it's going, but Snape will be in the hospital wing if we don't do something." Dumbledore shushed her and they watched. As they watched, Megan had her fists balled and wating to shoot to Servus' face.
"You know what kind of stupid things you gave me detention for? Gum! Gum! Twenty points from Gryffindor and a weeks detention for chewing gum." She said and punched his gut. Some timid applause came from the back end of the Gryffindor table.
"I'm sorry! I don't know what you're talking about!" He shouted, doubled over.
"I pity the fool who don't know what I'm talking about." She said and kicked his legs out from under him and pounced on his stomach.
"You're crazy!" He shouted and tried to push her off of him.
"Shut up you One-Eyed Asshole!" Snape stopped cowering for a moment and looked at her with suprise and confusion.
"I have two eyes." He said and she punched his face.
"Not anymore, bitch!" The Great Hall in an uproar, someone finally pulled Megan off of her defenseless victim. She spat at him and as they pulled her away she shouted a warning.
"YOU REMEMBER THIS IN FORTY YEARS! YOU REMEMBER!" She screamed and they drug her away.
Later on in McGonagall's office she paced and looked at Megan, who's hair was all ruffled. Megan sat daintily with her hands red and her face in a beaming smile.
"Do you know how much trouble you should be in?" She asked and finally sat down.
"What are you going to do? Take points from me?" Megan said sarcastically and crossed her other leg.
"Not now Megan. These comments, they aren't helping." Megan, angry, stuck her hands in her pockets and felt a piece of paper. When she realized what it was she had a sudden look of revelation and she jumped up from the chair.
"Where's Dumbledore?" She asked and headed to the door.
"In his office, Megan!" But she had already left. Megan ran down the corridor and then found the gargoyle guarding his office.
"Hogwarts: a History." She said by habit. When the gargoyle stayed in place she remembered. She started spouting random words at the gargoyle. "Dance! Grass! Applesauce! Testicles! Piercing! Labia! Votre Maman! Kokkest! Vomit! Jelly Bean!" As arbitrary words started to loose their possibility of working she started singing. After two verses of Billy Idol's 'White Wedding' She then tried an even less likely song.
"Shit, piss, fuck cunt, cock sucker, mother fucker, ti-" And then it opened. Megan stopped. She stood completely still and watched the gargoyle. "Professor Dumbledore, tsk tsk." She said to herself and then went down the stairs.
When she got to the bottom of the stairs there was the waiting room and then the door. She ran through the room and then opened the door. Dumbledore sat at his desk with an origami swan levitating above a glass of water. He saw her and grabbed the swan before it fell in the water.
"If it isn't the heavy weight champ." He said and smiled. Megan came over to his desk wth the paper in her hand. "You- What's this?" He asked, the paper now underneath his nose.
"Brody gave me these numbers." She heaved.
"Who is Brody?" He asked.
"It doesn't matter who Brody is. All that matters is that you tell me what they mean. If she visited me through my dreams it had to be pertinent." Dumbledore looked at the slip of paper.
"It could mean something." He said and wrote the numbers down on a piece of his own paper. He arranged them in all sorts of orders. Possibly a combination, but to what. An address? But to where? After tinkering with the idea of measurements that Megan offered and sizing herself up, Albus unlocked something as he looked at the clock on the wall. The time and date sang to him like a choir of angels.
"Ten forty-nine on October twenty-third." He said, his eyes brightening.
"What happens then?" Megan asked, a ruler resting on her left butt cheek.
"Something that we need to figure it out soon. It's in two days."
{A/N: Man, I've made Dumbledore so stupid. I've made all these characters so stupid. Megan couldn't figure out where she was for half the story. Dumbledore can't figure out the numbers. Of course I'm sure you all can. You're quite the bright bunch. Much Love!- Ashleigh}
Megan hurried down the hall with the numbers in her pocket. She kept chanting them to herself in case she lost the paper somehow. Looking up at the paintings she wasn't paying attention infront of her. Down the hall came Lucius Malfoy. He saw her on his way to the bathroom and stopped. Leaning against an opening to the adjacent hallway he waited for her to come rushing past her. She did and he started talking.
"Well, hello Megan." He said. Megan stopped at the sound of her name and turned to him.
"Hello Slimy Haired Person I've never seen before." She said and smiled. He looked down at his fingers.
"Slimy? I am far from slimy. No Malfoy is Slimy." A smile of revelation came across her face.
"I HAVE seen you before!" She declared and punched him in the arm harder than she had meant to. "How goes it gramps?"
"Gramps?"
"You're like a grandfather to me!" She said and punched him again.
"Well, then would you stop hitting me?" He said and shoved her away. "No way to treat your elders you know." Megan nodded approvingly. She held up three fingers and swayed them infront of his face.
"What in Merlin's name are you doing?" He asked and knocked her arm down.
"Well, in my time you can't see for shit." She put her hand back up.
"I see perfectly well now so you can stop." She kept waving her hand.
"How many fingers am I holding up." She said.
"Three, now leave me alone. I only needed to talk to you so I could see what everyone was talking about." He turned his head haughtily.
"How 'bout now?" She asked and put down her index and ring finger and smiled. She dashed away and headed towards the Great Hall. When she arrived she looked immediately at the Teacher's table. Dumbledore was gone.
"Dammit!" She exclaimed. "Who am I supposed to give this to?" She said and pulled the parchment out of her pocket.
"Megan!" James said and called for her to come over to their table. Megan shrugged and sat down, putting the parchment back in her pocket. Today's lunch, Chicken fingers and French fries. They were very good. As she ate, a tall black haired boy walked behind her and she could see Reumus and Sirius snickering.
"What's so funny?" She asked. They pointed at him as he walked around the table and sauntered to the far table, which (by looking at the robes), Megan recognized as Slytherin's table.
"Servus Snape, he's a real- Hey! Where are you going?" Megan jumped from her seat and followed the black haired boy. The back of his hair came together in a black tuft at the nape of his neck. Megan, in a hurried walk, reached for it and pulled, making the boy stop and turn around. He turned, shocked and grabbed at his neck.
"What do you think you are doing?" He asked and slapped her hand away. Megan thought she saw his eye twitch, but only momentarily.
"You are an evil, pessimistic, biased bastard." She declared and stomped on his foot. Standing there, between, the Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw tables, they looked like they were performing, but this was no act. Megan was reaping her vengeance on Snape for all the detentions, deductions of points and grades, and embarrassing moments he had put her through. Dumbledore came the Great Hall from behind the teachers table. Minerva jumped up ready to stop what ever was about to happen, but Albus put a hand on her shoulder and she stopped.
"Let's see where this is going." He said and she sat down.
"I don't know where it's going, but Snape will be in the hospital wing if we don't do something." Dumbledore shushed her and they watched. As they watched, Megan had her fists balled and wating to shoot to Servus' face.
"You know what kind of stupid things you gave me detention for? Gum! Gum! Twenty points from Gryffindor and a weeks detention for chewing gum." She said and punched his gut. Some timid applause came from the back end of the Gryffindor table.
"I'm sorry! I don't know what you're talking about!" He shouted, doubled over.
"I pity the fool who don't know what I'm talking about." She said and kicked his legs out from under him and pounced on his stomach.
"You're crazy!" He shouted and tried to push her off of him.
"Shut up you One-Eyed Asshole!" Snape stopped cowering for a moment and looked at her with suprise and confusion.
"I have two eyes." He said and she punched his face.
"Not anymore, bitch!" The Great Hall in an uproar, someone finally pulled Megan off of her defenseless victim. She spat at him and as they pulled her away she shouted a warning.
"YOU REMEMBER THIS IN FORTY YEARS! YOU REMEMBER!" She screamed and they drug her away.
Later on in McGonagall's office she paced and looked at Megan, who's hair was all ruffled. Megan sat daintily with her hands red and her face in a beaming smile.
"Do you know how much trouble you should be in?" She asked and finally sat down.
"What are you going to do? Take points from me?" Megan said sarcastically and crossed her other leg.
"Not now Megan. These comments, they aren't helping." Megan, angry, stuck her hands in her pockets and felt a piece of paper. When she realized what it was she had a sudden look of revelation and she jumped up from the chair.
"Where's Dumbledore?" She asked and headed to the door.
"In his office, Megan!" But she had already left. Megan ran down the corridor and then found the gargoyle guarding his office.
"Hogwarts: a History." She said by habit. When the gargoyle stayed in place she remembered. She started spouting random words at the gargoyle. "Dance! Grass! Applesauce! Testicles! Piercing! Labia! Votre Maman! Kokkest! Vomit! Jelly Bean!" As arbitrary words started to loose their possibility of working she started singing. After two verses of Billy Idol's 'White Wedding' She then tried an even less likely song.
"Shit, piss, fuck cunt, cock sucker, mother fucker, ti-" And then it opened. Megan stopped. She stood completely still and watched the gargoyle. "Professor Dumbledore, tsk tsk." She said to herself and then went down the stairs.
When she got to the bottom of the stairs there was the waiting room and then the door. She ran through the room and then opened the door. Dumbledore sat at his desk with an origami swan levitating above a glass of water. He saw her and grabbed the swan before it fell in the water.
"If it isn't the heavy weight champ." He said and smiled. Megan came over to his desk wth the paper in her hand. "You- What's this?" He asked, the paper now underneath his nose.
"Brody gave me these numbers." She heaved.
"Who is Brody?" He asked.
"It doesn't matter who Brody is. All that matters is that you tell me what they mean. If she visited me through my dreams it had to be pertinent." Dumbledore looked at the slip of paper.
"It could mean something." He said and wrote the numbers down on a piece of his own paper. He arranged them in all sorts of orders. Possibly a combination, but to what. An address? But to where? After tinkering with the idea of measurements that Megan offered and sizing herself up, Albus unlocked something as he looked at the clock on the wall. The time and date sang to him like a choir of angels.
"Ten forty-nine on October twenty-third." He said, his eyes brightening.
"What happens then?" Megan asked, a ruler resting on her left butt cheek.
"Something that we need to figure it out soon. It's in two days."
{A/N: Man, I've made Dumbledore so stupid. I've made all these characters so stupid. Megan couldn't figure out where she was for half the story. Dumbledore can't figure out the numbers. Of course I'm sure you all can. You're quite the bright bunch. Much Love!- Ashleigh}