Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. I don't own my pants. I don't own my eyes. Everything else you don't recognize, I own.

Author's Notes: Ok, I'm leaving on vacation tomorrow morning at six in the morning. And so Hannahnita (She's a Star) gave me a dollar if I pinky promised I would write a chapter before I left.

So here it is. It's quite short I know and I'm sorry. Maybe I'll be able to write another chapter on my vacation. That would be cool.

And to any cheerleaders that read this, no offense to ya. If you knew our cheerleaders in your high school, you'd understand.

Yes. Hmm…I  think I'm done now. But now Justine is sitting next to me! She might write something. She just said something that is unspellable. :-D

Riiight. Hannahnita says hi, hi, hi, I'm sitting at the other computer. She's on my other side. Isn't that great? I guess you're wondering how this can be. It's because I'm in school! Wow!

Ok, I'm sure you want the story now. So…TA-DA!

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Chapter Seven

Who Needs Rapunzel anyway?

The rest of the break went relatively fast and Harry was soon packing his bags. His visit with Dumbledore had been a great pick-me up. He felt so special. Harry considered it his best present of all the years. Except that one pair of Uncle Vernon's old socks.

            It was the morning before the kids had to head back to the school. Harry stood in the room that he shared with Ron, looking around to see if he forgot anything. There was a knock on the door. Harry opened it to find Sirius standing there looking positively resplendent.

            The camera shot to Harry looking elegant. The camera shot to Sirius in a chicken suit. The camera shot to elves dancing in I LOVE ME boxers out the window. The camera shot to Harry in a sombrero. The camera shot to Sirius doing the tango with his right side. The camera shot to Santa giving the bed a late Christmas gift. And finally we're back to Harry and Sirius being the two they were at the beginning. Of time? No! At the beginning of the camera sequence, ok? And yes. Onwards.

            "Hey Harry."

            "Hey Sirius. Won't you come in?" Harry asked indicating the room.

            "Yeah sure." Sirius waddled in and looked around with a sad look on his face.

            "What's wrong Sirius?" Harry asked concern dripping from his eyes.

            "HOG…WARTS! Come on now! HOG…WARTS!" Cheerleaders bounced into the room. Harry and Sirius looked dumbfounded.

            "Hogwarts! Let's hear it now! H-O-G-W-A-R-T-S!" Then a boulder fell and smashed them all. Stupid cheerleaders.

            "Nothing's really wrong, Harry," Sirius sighed, returning to his saddened state. "I'm just depressed that you're leaving and everyone else is and I'm all alone again. I'll probably become depressed, stir-crazy, and leave the house ending up getting killed because of my arrogance and…sigh," he rambled on, going faster and faster. Soon he was going so fast Harry though his mouth would take off like a rocket. Sirius stopped.

            "Sirius that's nonsense."       

            "Yeah, you're probably right," Sirius said smiling weakly.

            "Ok, I can't live with that lie. You're right. You'll probably go get yourself killed." Sirius sighed wistfully for some chocolate milk. Turns out Harry had some on the nightstand left over from "Santa's" visit.

            …Ew. Mold and stuff. All right, moving on.

            As Sirius drank the mol-delicious chocolate milk, he sat on the edge the bed and looked up at Harry.

            "So how was your Christmas eve?" he asked with a sly smile. Harry sat down next to him.

            "It was great, I guess. I'm just happy to be talking to him again."

            "I know how that is hunny," Sirius agreed, nodding his head.

            "Really now? But yes, I did miss him even though I was supposed to be mad at him."

            "Hallelujah!" 

            "And I don't care about Snape. Albus is mine forever. We love each other."

            "Amen!" exclaimed Sirius.

            "Amen," echoed Harry.

            "Do you hear something?" Sirius asked. Harry strained to hear.

            "No…"

            "I hear wedding bells!" Sirius shouted with glee.

            "No I don't think so. Not that far yet. We really haven't even snogged properly."

            "Uh-huh…" Sirius said, rolling his eyes.

            "Sirius, I'm serious!"

            "Harry, I'm hairy!"

            "Sirius, I think you're delirious."

            "Harry, I'm just scary."

            "Damn straight you are."

            "Actually I'm not Barry."

             CRICKET WRITE AT HOME!

            "My name isn't Barry, it's Harry," Harry said, eyeing Sirius. Sirius shifted uncomfortably, avoiding Harry's gaze.

            "Sirius, is there something you want to tell me?" Harry asked. He watched the other man move in his chair. Then he sighed.

            "Promise not to tell Remus?" Sirius asked.

            "Yes."

            "Do you swear?"

            "Yes."

            "Do you solemnly swear—"

            "YES!" Harry screamed.

            "Ok. Back in our seventh year, we took a trip to Hogsmeade. Well, I was out shopping for Remus when I met a guy."

            "Barry?"

            "Yeah, Barry. And anway, you can't blame me! It was a dark corner and I'd had five butterbeers! Not that had anything to do with it but it sounds good, don't you think?"

            "Yeah, it does. Makes it seem like you were under the influence. You know, this one time—wait! Rest of the story!"

            "Ok, anyway, it was dark. And Remus was mad at me. And I was feeling adventurous…I'm so ashamed." Sirius hung his head in shame. Harry reached over and patted him on the back.

            "It's ok," he said in a comforting tone, "we all have our moments. Like me! Just the other day I kissed Crabbe. No idea why I did it but I did." Sirius gasped.

            "Yes, I know. But that's in the past and Albus and I have made up."

            "You two are so cute together. I think I hear wedding bells again," Sirius giggled.

            "Sirius, be serious!"     

            "Harry, I'm hairy! No, no. Let's not start that again. Here Harry, have some cherries," Sirius sighed, handing over the bowl he found sitting next to him. The two ate the cherries in silence for a while. Once they were gone, Sirius sighed heavily once again, and patted Harry's knee.

            "Best get you packed, huh?"

            School after break went well and was quite uneventful for some time. Then one day something terrible, magraable, something awful, dreadful happened. RON BROKE A FINGERNAIL!

            Oh, and Marietta betrayed DA causing the end of the resistance forever and ever!!

            Snape led Harry to Dumbledore's office in an alligator outfit.

            "Rar, snap your arm off I will. Rar," Snape sung skipping along. "Rar rar, Potter's in trouble!" he continued. Harry ignored Snape's little song and thought about what was going to happen. And did things happen. Bam boom bang there was a clang. Bam bang boom, evil will meet its doom. Boy George jumped out behind a door and sang:

            "Bam boom bang! There was a clang!

            Bam bang boom, evil will meet its doom!

            Boom bang bam, I really do love Spam!"

            Then disappeared. Dumbledore's office was left in rubble and Dumbledore gone. Harry sat in his bed later that night crying tears of sorrow.

            "AALLLBBBBUUUSSS! Come back! Come…back…" Harry cried in anguish. Just then he heard a sound. It sounded like someone singing…

Meanwhile on the roof—

            Dumbledore tiptoed to the edge of the tower, his beard in his hand. He threw it over the edge, without tying it to anything. Then he climbed over and started to climb down it.

Back to Harry—

            What is that noise? Harry thought. He walked over to the window and looked out. There, climbing down his beard was Dumbledore. His purple dress flowed behind him; he seemed to be floating in air. He began to sing, in a high voice.

            "Harry, Harry, I love you so. You're my one and only, one and only soul…mate." Harry was struck with inspiration.

            "Dumbledore, Dumbledore, you're too old." Dumbledore stopped swaying.

            "I can't lie. Come in," Harry said quickly. Dumbledore started to swing, getting momentum and swung into Harry's dormitory. He jumped down and collected his beard and rolled it up. Harry admired the man's ability to see right through him.

            . . .

            "Harry, I just want you to know that even though I've left the school, doesn't mean I don't love you. I love you with all my wrinkly old skin. Every wrinkle."

            "Really? You mean it?" Harry asked sniffling.

            "Yes, and I will be back. You can count on it." Ron rolled over and mumbled something. Dumbledore looked in fear at the snorting pig next to Ron.

            "I must go before he wakes up. Goodbye love!" And with that Dumbledore jumped out the window, flapped his arms, and flew off.

            "Goodbye…love." Harry stood at the window with tears streaming down his hands and watched Albus Dumbledore fly off.

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A/N: Yes, there is chapter seven. How magnificent! Whoo! And so there will definetly not be another chapter for three weeks. Which is a shame since it's Christmas break and I could have gotten lots done.

Darnit. Spit. So until next time, keep your ears clean, your nose trimmed and enjoy Christmas. Toodles!