This doesn't belong to me.
I think there may be a standalone of when Sirius was Indiana Jones, it tickles me too much to be left alone. Also sorry about the shorter chapter, the next will be longer I promise! Thanks for the nice reviews as well, they are muchly appreciated.
Chapter 6
It hadn't taken long before Severus was holed up in his rooms, the announcement had been fairly sudden, Lupin had announced over the evening meal, which had waited for, Severus that he was to be the next headmaster. It could have gone down better, though the Snakes of the school had all cheered, and the Malfoy's had smiled this odd little smile. But Severus had merely stood up, thanked the School for their kind reaction, and excused himself, just missing the hex that the Mouse had sent his way.
Lupin was banned from the dungeons, as soon as he stepped foot in the main corridor the alarms went off, and everyone would stare at him, though Harry just ignored the lights and noise and carried on to his Sev's rooms. From which he was sent away under the strict order that no one was to bother the new headmaster under pain of death, and that he would need at least a week if not more to sort through the chaos, and he wanted to go through the thousand and one rules that ruled the castle. Not that anyone expected any different.
What was slightly odd about the disappearance of the Head, other than he allowed the school to have the time to celebrate, which pretty much meant they spent the whole week running riot, actively encouraged by the Mouse, was the strange packages that appeared shortly after Harry's dismissal, and the flurry of activity from the House Elves. There was also this strange snickering and chokes of laughter that came from the Headmasters tower, but as Severus was still in the dungeons, they took it to be the portraits telling jokes.
According to Dobby, who was under strict orders not to tell anyone about the location and the activity of the Head, he was allowed to assure, or disappoint the staff and the school, that he was eating, and he was still alive. Other than that, nothing.
If he had been allowed to say anything, he would have babbled about how the new Headmaster had muggle items in his rooms, that he'd moved up to the tower, and spent many hours each day watching a big screen which showed some poor unfortunate soul, whom Dobby was sure he recognised from somewhere, wade through the darkest jungle of Bolivia, wrestle logs that looked like Crocodiles, and generally look like a right idiot as the camera would pan out and a road could be seen a hundred metres from where the man was, and in the not so distant area shops and hotels. Perhaps it was a new muggle show, but whatever it was Dobby was sure it tickled the Head. The amount of discs that appeared grew each day, all with tiny writing of time and location. Occasionally the Head would flick through the rule book, crossing out the odd rule, but generally unless the man wasn't moving – which also amused the Head, he kept watching, and eating popcorn.
If it hadn't been for the fact Dobby couldn't find that channel on the kitchen muggle screen, and the Head never stopped watching, he'd be sat all day watching too, it was fun, and free house elves deserved to have holidays too, though, perhaps if he was really good he could ask to watch sometimes?
If he'd been asked his preference between the new and old Head, he'd have hesitated, while he was only just getting to know Snape, well know him as a Headmaster, Albus had always scared them, them being the house elves. There was something about a kindly old man with twinkling eyes, and a long flowing beard, he always seemed far too nice. Overly nice people tend to have skeletons in the cupboards, no this Head was human enough.
But Dobby was still under his restrictions and all of his thoughts remained locked within his head. He was still planning to sneak in and watch the muggle screen though, and he might even sneak someone of the hot buttery popcorn.