Of Headmasters and Socks
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Authors Note: Well, here's the next chapter. Enjoy!
-Chapter Eight-
Harry sighed and settled down for a good night's sleep still in the form of Albus Dumbledore.
After he, Severus, Sirius and Remus had made sure that the McGonagall currently running around the castle wasn't the McGonagall she was supposed to be, they had decided not to do anything yet except from keeping a good eye on both her and Molloy in the future. And with a little help from the Hogwarts ghost, that shouldn't be too difficult.
Harry had just started drifting off, when a yell from the adorning office nearly sent him falling off the bed. He jumped up, get himself loose from the blanket which seemed to have a life on its own and had decided to stick to him through thick and thin, and hurried into the Headmaster office.
There he was met with the sight of Godric and Salazar chasing each other. Or, better said, Godric was chasing Salazar who seemed totally freaked out for some reason.
When the Slytherin Founder spotted Harry in the doorway, he hurried over and hid behind the Boy Who Lived.
"Save me!" Salazar squeaked and ducked behind Harry.
Harry shook his head. "What happened this time?"
"He tried to molest me!"
"I did NOT!" Godric protested. "I don't swing that way. I was trying to get back my nightcap which is inconveniently placed on YOUR head."
"Don't listen to him Harry! He came to my room in the middle of the night and-"
"I DIDN'T MOLEST YOU!!!!"
"That's what they all say!" Slytherin replied.
"Jumping Jews of Jerusalem!" Godric threw his hands up.
"Now you want to molest the Jews as well?!"
Harry just stood there, half asleep, and was barely listening to the two arguing ghosts. On one hand he was relieved that Godric and Salazar were back to arguing about everything and nothing between heaven and hell, but on the other hand he was rather worried about the sanity of everyone in the castle with the things these two could drag into an argument.
"Why don't you two settle this without me?" Harry suggested and turned around to go back to sleep.
"You can't leave me alone here with this… this… this PERVERT!!!!" Salazar hollered right into Harry's ear.
"Shit, I'm deaf!"
Godric growled. "Pervert am I?"
"See, he admits it!!!!"
Harry had had enough. "Stop it, both of you or I'll call for Rowena."
Said female ghost came floating through the wall at that moment. "No need Harry," she bit out while glaring at the two male ghosts. "I think there were some demons in the ninth pit of hell that didn't hear these two." She advanced on the other two looking more like a lion than a raven.
Godric and Salazar looked at each other, gulped and were suddenly gone quickly followed by the Ravenclaw Founder who looked like she could murder everything and anything that stood in her way, be they ghost, human, or inanimate objects.
The shapeshifter rubbed his face tiredly and went back into the bedroom. Severus was right. There was no getting used to the insanity that bore the names Godric Gryffindor and Salazar Slytherin. Harry was just happy that Merlin had decided to stay in the ghost world, otherwise they would have all been totally insane by now.
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A new Order meeting was held the next day after dinner, and most people showed up except for Fred and George.
"Nothing to worry about Harry," Ron said, "they went back to Aberforth Dumbledore. I got a letter from them yesterday, apparently they have lost their way and their sense of direction due to the ever-changing house, so it might take some time before they find their way out again."
"But what about Aberforth Dumbledore himself?" Draco asked. "And his family? I mean, by now they should have noticed the fact that there are two insane redheaded twins running around in their home."
"That's the second thing I have to report," the redhead replied. "Apparently the entire family suddenly up and went last Saturday. The twins have no idea where they went, nor why they went wherever they went."
Harry sighed and wished for the hundredth time that Dumbledore was back with his usual insanity. This was all getting totally out of hand for them all. "Right, right, we'll have to track down Aberforth and his family. You can do that Mundungus. Hermione, anything new on the other heads of schools that disappeared?"
The bushy-haired woman took out a muggle notebook and a muggle pen, and leafed through. "Hmm… no, not really. Only that the Chinese Headmaster that went missing, Yao Li, has been found dead in a hotel-room in Transylvania yesterday. It was in today's Daily Prophet, but no one knows what he was doing there nor how he died."
"Interesting," Severus mumbled, then turned back to Harry. "What about you, Potter? Have you found anything worthwhile in the Headmaster's office, or did you just sit around and eat Lemon Drops all day?"
"Now that you mention it, I did find some letters…" Harry drew three letters from the back-pocket of his jeans.
Very tight jeans, as Severus couldn't help but notice. Very nice… the Potion Master shook himself and tuned in on the conversation again. By the way, to make things perfectly clear: he had NOT been admiring Potter's arse in those jeans.
"Now, the first letter here is from Aberforth, Albus' brother as we all know." Harry but the afire-mentioned letter on the table, and it was passed around so that everyone could read it. "My theory is that this 'newest plan' has something to do with the Sword of Jean D'Arc. As to whatever project that Aberforth has going – well, I honestly don't want to know."
"You don't think he's trying to mutate a goat again or whatever it was he was doing last time?" Sirius asked as he read through the letter.
"As Potter so nicely put it: we do not want to know!" Severus snapped and grabbed the letter, reading it quickly, before putting it back on the table. "What else did you find?"
Harry held up the second letter. "This is from someone that calls themselves M. O. M. This letter talks about two plans, one – I assume again – is referring to the Sword of Jean D'Arc, but the other I have no idea." The letter was passed around again.
"Who might this M. O. M. person be?"
"Haven't the foggiest clue."
"Maybe we should ask Trela-" Ron didn't get the chance to finish his sentence before he found both his mouth and his voice gone.
Harry and Severus stood with their wands drawn and a wild look in their eyes.
"Don't say it, Weasley!" Snape growled and slowly lowered his wand while looking around the room as if he expected Trelawney to jump out of the very walls. "Don't even THINK it." The man shuddered.
Harry, seeing the surprised and curious looks, explained. "She's been terrorising us the whole day, popping up all over the place trying to predict our deaths. It's scary."
Molly coughed politely. "Right, back to this M. O. M. person. Do you think it could be the Minister of Magic?"
"Nah, he delights in signing his name on letters, whether they are supposed to be secret or not," Mundungus replied. "Perhaps it stands for Mad-Eye Ogling Moody? What?! I heard the old badger was quite a pervert in his younger days. And I can't say I'm not jealous. Imagine what one could see with an eye like that! HEY!!!!" he protested as most people in the room hurt him in one way or another, the girls because he was being a pervert, and the boys because they had gotten rather bad mental images of Mad-Eye Moody.
"Gods, we're surrounded by perverts!" Harry groaned and Snape nodded in agreement.
Sighing, the Potion Master pinched the bridge of his nose. "The third letter?" he asked in a rather wary tone. This time he made sure to stand as far away from Mundungus and Ron as he could, which put him extremely close to Harry – a thing that brought with it it's own set of problems.
"There isn't much information to be taken from this letter," Harry replied. "It's written by someone with the initials T. M. and refers to yet another plan, saying something about Albus's plans generally going wrong."
"That's weird," Remus agreed and hung over Harry's shoulder to read the letter. "Perhaps the writer of this letter was your newest DADA teacher? Thomas Molloy or whatever his name was?"
"Could be possible, but I highly doubt it." Severus said hanging over Harry's shoulder as well. "But that is not his handwriting."
Suddenly Hermione jumped up, grabbed the three letters, looked at them and grinned before letting out a whoop of joy and jumping up and down. "I've figured it out! I know who these people are!"
"Wonderful, lets hear it then." Draco said and stopped trying to restore Ron's mouth and voice.
"The first letter is – as Harry said – Aberforth Dumbledore. The second letter was sent by Madame Olympe Maxime, the Headmistress of Beaouxbatons Academy in France. And the third letter was sent by Tristan Marshal, the Headmaster of Salem School for Witches and Wizards in America. And-"
"No, don't say it!" Sirius groaned.
"-they are two of the missing heads!" Hermione ploughed on as if she hadn't heard him.
"Perfect!" the animagus mumbled and let his head fall to the table with a THUMP.'
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There, what do you think? And finally some of the letters from chapter 5 come into play.
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