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Authors Note: Sorry for the long wait. Thanks for the reviews and enjoy this chapter as well.
And thanks to my beta and good friend Paladin Steelbreaker.
-Chapter Six-
"So, let's get this strait, you didn't find anything?"
"Nope."
"Abso-bloody-lutely nothing to give us a clue as to where Albus is?" Harry sighed.
"Abso-bloody-lutely no-"
"No, wait, there was something weird there," Fred cut his twin off. "Remember that thing in the living room?"
"Oh, yeah!" George exclaimed then turned to Harry and Severus. "Actually we did find something!"
Severus looked ready to kill. "I give you five minutes to explain yourselves before I use your entrails in a potion!"
Harry sighed and shook his head. The Order of the Phoenix was having another meeting, and Fred and George had once again visited Aberforth Dumbledore asking if he had heard something from his brother. Aberforth had asked them what brother they were talking about. Shortly said they still hadn't found Albus and the Headmaster had been missing for over a month.
"Alright, have a seat, this is going to take time!"
"No it's not going to take time, Weasley!" the Head of Slytherin growled.
"This is not going to take time, mates, so sit down!" George quickly corrected himself. "Right, Fred and I were sitting in the living room when I saw-"
"You saw?!"
"Yes, I saw."
"You did not, George! It was I who…" both twins covered under the murderous glares from the other occupants in the room. "You saw, George!"
"No, it was
you."
"Nope, definitely you!"
Harry was beginning to loose his patience. "Will you two get on with the story and argue in your spare time?!"
"Wonderful idea!"
"Yep, never heard something better!"
"Then get on with it!" the whole room hollered as one.
Fred and George sent everyone sheepish looks. "Sorry, it's a twin thing."
"Anyways, on the mantle there was a certificate. That's not so weird in its own, but this one had a picture of two golden wool socks."
"And beside the certificate there was a cup formed as two socks, and the words: 'Aberforth Dumbledore, 2nd place 1920'."
"And…?" Draco pushed on after a while in silence. "That's all?"
Fred and George nodded proudly.
"All this for nothing!" Severus buried his head in his hands.
"Are you sure there was nothing else?" Hermione asked tiredly and looked at Ron who was snoring slightly.
"As sure as the fact that Snape wants to kill us right now."
And indeed it looked like the Potion Master was going to kill the twins. He was glaring Shrieking Death at them and his hand was going for his wand. Fred and George looked at each other, then jumped up and ran out of the room screaming like girls. The rest of the room blinked in surprise. They could still hear the twins screaming as the two redheads headed towards Hogsmeade.
"That was weird." Harry said.
"More than weird," Severus agreed. "But it is the Weasley twins we're talking about."
"Still…"
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They were sitting in the Headmasters office. The room was completely silent, which was weird as both Godric and Salazar were there. As to why the others were silent it was because they were too occupied staring at the two silent ghosts. Rowena was trying hard not to stare too much, but her eyes were constantly drawn to Slytherin and Gryffindor. Helga was openly gaping. Severus had a teacup halfway raised to his lips and Harry's hand was stuck in the bowl filled with Sherbet Lemon's.
"Want a cup of Tea, Godric?" Salazar asked politely holding up a ghost-mug.
"What a splendid idea, Salazar. Would you be so kind to pour it for me? Thank you."
"My pleasure," the Slytherin Founder put the mug away. "My, it really is quiet in this room."
"Indeed."
Harry and Severus looked worriedly at each other, then shared a look with Rowena. All three of them were thinking the same thing: 'This can not be good.'
Harry cleared his throat. "How… how about we get down to business? The first check up on the Chamber of Secrets needs to be arranged, we need to keep an eye at Minerva, and get the latest reports about Molloy."
"Why do we need to keep an eye at Minerva of all people?" Rowena asked surprised.
"She's been acting weird lately," the green-eyed young man replied. "Any news on the ghosts from the Tower?"
The Ravenclaw Founder sighed. "Nothing, when they saw me approaching they disappeared like that," she snapped her fingers to emphasize her point.
"That only proves that they're up to something. The question is what?"
"What about Hermione?" Helga asked. "Has she found out something new about those Headmasters that disappeared?"
"Nothing yet, but she's working on it. Some good news might be that Sirius and Remus are coming at the end of the week."
"Speak for yourself, Potter." Severus growled. "I'm warning you though, if that mangy mutt even thinks the word mischief, I'll personally hex him from here to hell!"
"Wasn't expecting anything else form you, Severus." Harry replied, his eyes twinkling in amusement. "Rowena, since you're always interested in learning new things, how about you keep an eye at Minerva for us? Ask her questions that only she would know the answer to, like what year did Albus go completely batty on her, and so on."
"I'm already at it!" Rowena sent one last look at the quiet Godric and Salazar before disappearing.
"And you Helga, you can keep an eye out for ghosts from the Tower."
"You got it!" Helga disappeared as well.
"You do know that she's going to flirt with Nicholas and the Baron, right?" Severus looked at Harry.
"I do, everyone does." He leaned closer to the Potion Master. "Wanna check if those two really are as good friends a they pretend to be?"
A truly evil smirk spread over the older man's face. "What did you have in mind, Potter?"
Harry's eyes gleamed.
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"I'm going to kill you Salazar!" Godric yelled and clung onto a pillar. "Get away! Go bother that bloody idiot over there!" he made shooing movements towards Slytherin who was hanging on to another pillar.
"Shut up Gryffindor," Salazar growled. "Lets just check up on the sword and get out of here before these Lethifolds get a hold of us."
"I'm not worried about those, I'm worried about Norbert!" Godric glared at the Norwegian Ridgeback that was eying him hungrily. "Ready?"
"To go to my doom? No, but we have no choice." Slytherin took a deep breath. "NOW!"
They let go of the pillars and ran towards the Sword that was placed almost in the middle of the room. Ducking under tails, jumping over Quintapeds, skidding and jumping over Lethifolds, the two Founders finally reached the Sword of Jeanne D'Arc. Nearly there, Godric tripped and Salazar tripped on him again. Both fell towards the Sword and went straight through Sword and pedestal.
"Oi, we're ghosts!" Godric exclaimed in wonder looking at his ghostly hand. "Cool!"
Salazar rolled his eyes. "How stupid can you be?! We've been ghosts for the last thousand years, idiot!"
"Oh, yeah, then why did we go through all that trouble getting here when the animals can't hurt us?"
"… I've no idea."
"Wait until Harry and Rowena hear about this."
"Yeah, they won't let us forget it." Salazar stood up. "Now lets get back and report to Severus that everything's shipshape."
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Severus was annoyed, yeah, more than annoyed, he was down right pissed off. He had just spent the last two hours listening to a House-Elf tell him about everything they had found in Molloy's room. Potter really needed to learn how to define his orders to those creatures, because Severus was not going to spend another two hours listening to every particle of dust that had been dusted away. Luckily it was time for dinner, and he could glare at everyone to his hearts delight.
Just as he entered the Entrance Hall the great oak doors opened. The Potion Master didn't think much of it, at least not until he was attacked and sent to the ground by a huge grim-like dog.
The dog continued into the Great Hall without beating an eye and Severus was left on the ground trying to get his breath back.
A shadow fell over him and he glared up at the man. "There, there, Severus. That wasn't so bad, now was it?"
"Shut up Lupin," he refused to take the man's outstretched hand and got up. "Lets get things clear right away. If that mutt even sets one paw in my dungeons, I'll use him in your next Wolfsbane Potion."
Lupin just laughed, then he spotted someone behind Severus. "Headmaster!"
"Hello Remus," Potter said, eyes twinkling. Then he turned to the taller man. "Severus, why are you covered in drool? Don't tell me you forgot to wash up after working on your potions."
"Please, Headmaster, be so kind and shut up!"
"Now, now, Severus, there's no need to become defensive." Potter and Lupin went into the Great Hall, leaving a fuming Snape in their wake.
'This is going to be hell on earth!' the Head of Slytherin thought as he cast a quick Cleaning Charm on himself. 'Gods help us all!'
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There, done. I know it's short, but I'm currently having a bit of a Block on this story. If anyone has ideas as to what could happen, please send them to me.
Thanks to:
athenakitty, yumi-no-baka, Arizosa, shitsumon, Crystallina Potter, Kateri1, chaser1, SSSoaB, Terra4, Kangaroo, Jay, Care-Bear in a Leather Jacket, Elessar, Miranda Flairgold, harryforeva, PhoenixPadfoot89, Jess16 and Acyla.
And as to what part socks play in this story, well, put it this way: WITHOUT THE SOCKS THERE WOULD BE NO STORY.