Poppy stood in total shock that the Headmaster was standing before her. She sat down in the chair at her desk while Dumbledore hummed in his head, swaying side to side. "So you are telling me that Snape didn't actually kill you and that you are able to go in and out of select portraits throughout the school at free will and look like you are part of the portrait when you're in them?" She said leaning forward with an eyebrow raised.

"Of course! Severus changed the motive behind the killing curse so that it would look like the spell just not have the same effect, quite like when young Harry tried to use the cruciatus on Bellatrix Lestrange, thus he fooled everyone and so did I. Things have to play out as they need to, thus I had to die," Dumbledore said staring at the ceiling like it was the most interesting thing in the world.

"You staged your own death?" Poppy replied appalled.

"Yep. Used a time turner and everything to plan it all out," Dumbledore exclaimed, perkier then he should be.

"You really have lost your mind haven't you?" She said, shaking her head and leaning back in her chair.

"No not all of it, just the part that is serious; I am dead so why should I be serious?" He said looking over at her and stroking his beard.

"I do not know Albus, it is just all too strange." Poppy said getting up from her chair and staring out the window onto the grounds.

"I am no longer Albus, I am now Albizzel. I am going for a more muggle name, the kind that those in the 'hood' use." He said nodding his head in sincerity.

"Well, Albizzel…" she said rolling her eyes. "…I am tired, do you mind heading back to your portrait so I can get some rest and mull things over in my head?"

"I suppose so." He said sticking out his lower lip and getting up from the chair. Sulking he opened the door and sulked out of the infirmary.

Closing the door behind him, he turned to the portrait of the first mediwitch of Hogwarts and opened the pane. Ignoring her odd looks, he climbed in and closed the glass behind him. Dumbledore pouted all the way up to his portrait. When he got to his perch-room, Fawkes was sitting on his post, nesting his head under his wing. Dumbledore looked down into the office, listening to Minerva snore and thee papers on her desk ruffling as she breathed.

He unlocked the glass and pushed it open just part away, he reached to his side table and grabbed a licorice snap; looking down over her, he dropped the snap onto her head. Midway down the snap awoke and latched onto the back of her head. She jumped up and squished the licorice snap against the back of the chair. Snape looked over and shook his head before pushing himself off of the ground where he had sat earlier and dusted himself off. Dumbledore quickly closed the pane and leaned back into his chair before she looked up.

Minerva felt the back of her head and her eyes became very wide when she felt something moist on her hand. Pulling it away, she looked at her hand and was surprised to see that it was covered in black goop. She glanced up above her wondering where it came from, while licking it from her fingers. Snape proceeded to sit at a chair in front of the desk and Minerva stopped mid-lick to stare at him in astonishment. "What are you doing here, traitor?" Minerva exclaimed as she stood and pointed her wand at him.

Sitting calmly, he stared down her wand without flinching and explained, "I am here because I have some things to talk to Dumbledore about, and you should know me better than to think me a traitor."

"Talk to him? He is probably very much asleep, again," she said looking up at the portrait and glaring at the "sleeper".

Snape stood from his seat and stepped away from the desk and moved to a chest beside the desk, suddenly transfixed and seemingly in a trance. He reached down and undid one of the latches. Dumbledore watched from up in his picture and grinned as Minerva lowered her wand, "I wouldn't do that if I were you, traitorous sneak."

Undoing the other latch Snape stepped back as the chest opened. Out came a boggart and it floated for a moment before changing into a wild turkey. Snape stared at it and raised his wand, beginning to tremble he turned around and started to run. The boggart sensed his fear and gobbled after him. Running in circles around the office, Snape paraded around like a Scooby Doo character.

Dumbledore lost all composure, laughed hysterically, and fell out of his chair and tumbled forward and out of the portrait and onto the desk. He landed with a loud thud, scaring Minerva back into her chair. Snape stopped suddenly and was glomped by the turkey who proceeded to nip at his hair. Snape flailed and squealed like a little school girl before Dumbledore changed the boggart into Snape dressed in Neville's grandmother's dress.

The boggart Snape got up and walked back to his trunk, stepped in and closed the lid behind him. Dumbledore latched the trunk and fixed his glasses and robes before popping a lemon drop into Minerva's dangling jaw. Minerva instantly puckered her face at the sourness of the lemon drop, shook her head, and looked at Dumbledore. "How…what…when…?" She asked mumbling.

"Let me explain Minerva." Dumbledore said sitting down in the chair across from her.

"You better explain, to make a woman worry like that and then come to find out that you are still alive!" She pointed her wand at him and he flew up by his heel towards the ceiling.

Dumbledore dangled upside down and watched as his robes fell over his head and hid everything from his view. Minerva gasped to see his chicken legs blinding her in the well-lit office. Minerva turned her head away and let Dumbledore land back in his seat with his robes still tangled around his chest. Standing up briefly, he let his robes fall and adjusted himself back into order. Snape sat down next to Dumbledore and looked over at him. "So Headmaster, what exactly do you want me to do now that your dead and I have no job?" Snape questioned.

"Well, my dear Snivellus I suggest that you become a full time accomplice to the Pigeon Lord," Dumbledore replied grinning.

"The Pigeon Lord? But, there isn't a pigeon lord, Head-- I mean ex-headmaster," Snape stated, raising an eyebrow in confusion.

"Oh yes there very much is one, his name is Tom Marvolo Riddle." Dumbledore replied

cackling with laughter.

"Pigeon Lord?" Minerva chimed in.

"Yes, haven't you noticed that he looks quite like a Pigeon and since he claims to be a lord then he shall hence forth and forever more be known as He-who-must-not-coo or The Pigeon Lord Voldemort." Dumbledore said nodding his head in affirmation.

Snape just shook his head and groaned, "So you want me to go to Voldemort and continue being a spy but not a teacher here at Hogwarts?"

"You were here when this all happened, you know that you can never come back except in secret," Minerva said coming out from behind the desk and pacing the office, eyeing Severus.

"Now if you will excuse me, I would like to get back to my portrait and sleep," he said standing up gracefully and stepping onto the chair and then onto the desk.

He grabbed onto the ledge into his portrait and started to pull himself in. His little chicken legs flailed about as he slowly climbed into the picture. Both Minerva and Snape stared at him in bewilderment as the former headmaster acted like he had no bit of sanity left in him. Dumbledore closed the glass and latched it shut, waving to them as it closed.

They both waved back before turning around and rolling their eyes. Snape ran his hand through his hair and walked over to the fireplace, throwing so floo powder in he stepped in and announced "Riddle Mansion." Then he disappeared in a flash of green light and Minerva was left standing in the middle of a freak show. She walked to the door of the office, opened it slowly, and snuck out to get some sleep before she had to deal with the matters at hand.