A/N: I'm sorry if it seems like I'm taking forever to post stuff, but I've been having writers blocks, and the only time I really type is in school when I have extra class time. I'm either just too lazy at home or I am really busy with other stuff. Thanks for taking the time to read my stories!!!!
Nikita arrived at Hogwarts and went inside. She went straight to Dumbledore's office. It didn't occur to her until she arrived at the Gargoyle that she didn't know the password.
A few seconds after she arrived there, she heard footsteps. She tried to hide, but she couldn't move.
"What are you doing back here?" a familiar voice said.
"What do you care?" Nikita asked, turning around to face the person speaking to her.
"Because I am your father, and a father is supposed to care about their children. That's why," he said.
"Key words there are 'Supposed to.' Anyway, the reason I'm here doesn't pertain to you. AT least not at this particular time, and it may never pertain to you." Nikita rolled her eyes.
Snape walked over to her and grabbed her by the arm so that she couldn't back away. "You will not speak to me that way."
"As i said, I am not here to speak with you. I am here to see Professor Dumbledore." She pulled her arm out of his grasp and started rubbing it.
"Well, I guess you need to know the password then?" He gave her a smirk of victory.
"Well, considering I haven't been here for two years and have had no contact with anyone here for the same amount of time, I guess I would." She returned the smirk.
"Scorched Fudge," he said and walked away. Nikita turned around as the Gargoyle jumped to the side, revealing the staircase. She stepped next to the eagle and they slowly spun up to the door to Dumbledore's office.
Nikita knocked quietly on the door. She didn't know if Dumbledore was sleeping or not.
"Come in," he said through the door. Nikita went inside and closed the door behind her.
"I'm sorry to come so late, Professor," she said meakly, not looking directly at him.
"That's alright, Nikita. I wasn't planning on going to sleep right away, anyway. What would you like to talk about?" He gave her a warm smile as he waved his hand. A chair appeared in front of his desk and she sat down.
"I know this is a bit obscure, but will you take my father's position at my wedding?" She realized how awkward this sounded and turned red. She stood up and started to leave.
"Where are you going?" he asked. He didn't bother getting up to go after her.
"I realized how idiotic it was for me to ask you that question. I jsut don't want my dad there because I know he'd ruine it for me. You are the closest thing I have to a real dad." She just stood where she was because she didn't feel like sitting back down.
"Does he know about the wedding?" he asked, removing the chair.
"Not unless someone's told him. And I haven't had any contact with anyone here except when I've talked to you outside of the school." She made eye contact with him for the first time since she walked into the office.
"I haven't said a word. Do you plan on telling him?"
"I haven't decided wethar I want him to go or not. As I said before, he'd turn it into a complete disaster for me. But even if I don't tell him, word will probably get to him somehow. I'm not saying it would be you, Professor" she added embarassedly.
"Nor am I saying that I'd tell him." He gave her a reassuring smile.
"So, will you take the position?" she asked again.
"Only if you really want me to. But if your father wishes to take you down the aisle, then I will step down. That also depends if he even knows about the wedding. I strongly suggest that you do tell him. He'll probably eventually find out anyway," he said.
"I know secrets don't stay secrets long in this school, nor do they really anywhere. Oh, and one more thing," she added quickly. Dumbledore raised his eyebrows, letting her know that she could continue speaking. "May I meet Harry Potter, Ronald Weasley, and Hermione Granger ath the Three Broomsticks tomorrow?"
"Of course. Just write down the information here so that I know that I'll have it correct when I send the letters." He passed her a peice of parchment and a quill. She wrote down the names of the three people aswell as the location, time and where exactly to look for her when they arrive at the location.
"Do you think Mr. and Mrs. Weasley could bring Harry? I'm sure his aunt and uncle won't bring him to Hogsmeade, not that they would be able to see it anyway," she said after she was done writing.
"I'm sure they'll be more than happy to do that, Nikita."
"I"m off then. I'm sure your tired, because I know I am."
"I'm becoming quite tired, but I've loads of work to do yet."
"Well, best wishes, and I will see you again soon," she said as she left.
"Good night," he replied to the closing door.
Nikita arrived at Hogwarts and went inside. She went straight to Dumbledore's office. It didn't occur to her until she arrived at the Gargoyle that she didn't know the password.
A few seconds after she arrived there, she heard footsteps. She tried to hide, but she couldn't move.
"What are you doing back here?" a familiar voice said.
"What do you care?" Nikita asked, turning around to face the person speaking to her.
"Because I am your father, and a father is supposed to care about their children. That's why," he said.
"Key words there are 'Supposed to.' Anyway, the reason I'm here doesn't pertain to you. AT least not at this particular time, and it may never pertain to you." Nikita rolled her eyes.
Snape walked over to her and grabbed her by the arm so that she couldn't back away. "You will not speak to me that way."
"As i said, I am not here to speak with you. I am here to see Professor Dumbledore." She pulled her arm out of his grasp and started rubbing it.
"Well, I guess you need to know the password then?" He gave her a smirk of victory.
"Well, considering I haven't been here for two years and have had no contact with anyone here for the same amount of time, I guess I would." She returned the smirk.
"Scorched Fudge," he said and walked away. Nikita turned around as the Gargoyle jumped to the side, revealing the staircase. She stepped next to the eagle and they slowly spun up to the door to Dumbledore's office.
Nikita knocked quietly on the door. She didn't know if Dumbledore was sleeping or not.
"Come in," he said through the door. Nikita went inside and closed the door behind her.
"I'm sorry to come so late, Professor," she said meakly, not looking directly at him.
"That's alright, Nikita. I wasn't planning on going to sleep right away, anyway. What would you like to talk about?" He gave her a warm smile as he waved his hand. A chair appeared in front of his desk and she sat down.
"I know this is a bit obscure, but will you take my father's position at my wedding?" She realized how awkward this sounded and turned red. She stood up and started to leave.
"Where are you going?" he asked. He didn't bother getting up to go after her.
"I realized how idiotic it was for me to ask you that question. I jsut don't want my dad there because I know he'd ruine it for me. You are the closest thing I have to a real dad." She just stood where she was because she didn't feel like sitting back down.
"Does he know about the wedding?" he asked, removing the chair.
"Not unless someone's told him. And I haven't had any contact with anyone here except when I've talked to you outside of the school." She made eye contact with him for the first time since she walked into the office.
"I haven't said a word. Do you plan on telling him?"
"I haven't decided wethar I want him to go or not. As I said before, he'd turn it into a complete disaster for me. But even if I don't tell him, word will probably get to him somehow. I'm not saying it would be you, Professor" she added embarassedly.
"Nor am I saying that I'd tell him." He gave her a reassuring smile.
"So, will you take the position?" she asked again.
"Only if you really want me to. But if your father wishes to take you down the aisle, then I will step down. That also depends if he even knows about the wedding. I strongly suggest that you do tell him. He'll probably eventually find out anyway," he said.
"I know secrets don't stay secrets long in this school, nor do they really anywhere. Oh, and one more thing," she added quickly. Dumbledore raised his eyebrows, letting her know that she could continue speaking. "May I meet Harry Potter, Ronald Weasley, and Hermione Granger ath the Three Broomsticks tomorrow?"
"Of course. Just write down the information here so that I know that I'll have it correct when I send the letters." He passed her a peice of parchment and a quill. She wrote down the names of the three people aswell as the location, time and where exactly to look for her when they arrive at the location.
"Do you think Mr. and Mrs. Weasley could bring Harry? I'm sure his aunt and uncle won't bring him to Hogsmeade, not that they would be able to see it anyway," she said after she was done writing.
"I'm sure they'll be more than happy to do that, Nikita."
"I"m off then. I'm sure your tired, because I know I am."
"I'm becoming quite tired, but I've loads of work to do yet."
"Well, best wishes, and I will see you again soon," she said as she left.
"Good night," he replied to the closing door.