I'm sorry for such a long wait, and for this short chapter, but I got completely distracted with life. Thanks to all my reviewers. I feel so special. I can't believe that this story is any good, but okay, people are reading it!
Being Headmaster for the day was not Minerva McGonagall's idea of fun. Professor Dumbledore made it look easy, but there was a lot of hard work that went into it. The Headmaster had to deal with the punishments of misbehaving students, managing the staff, and probably worst of all, the paperwork. Although there could be one thing that was worse than the paperwork and that was…
"Albus Dumbledore, come out from wherever you're hiding! Don't make me come find you myself!"
…enraged parents. Taking a deep breath, Professor McGonagall cautiously entered the Headmaster's office. Peering around the room, she couldn't see anyone. But she had heard someone.
"Hello, Minerva." Minerva nearly jumped out of her skin when she found Arabella Figg's head sitting in the middle of the fireplace. "Could you please go get Albus for me?"
Quickly composing herself, Minerva replied, "I'm sorry, he left for the Ministry. He won't be back for while. I could tell him to Fire call you when he returns."
Arabella began muttering under her breath. Professor McGonagall caught odd phrases such as "Damn it" and "Never bloody around when I really need him." She glanced back up at Minerva. "I think that there is something wrong with Harry. I haven't seen him around the neighbourhood, or even his house for that matter. If you could please find some way to contact Albus, it would be greatly appreciated." With a small pop, Arabella's head was gone.
There was something wrong with Harry! She knew that he shouldn't have been left with those Dursleys. But, of course Albus wouldn't listen to her. And now Harry was in trouble. Minerva McGonagall strode quickly from the room with the intent to save Harry from his nasty relatives, leaving a large pile of paperwork behind.
