Chapter 2:
"So, Harry. What was it you wanted to talk to me about?" Professor Coldrick asked.
"Well, it's kind of about...Dumbledore...and...a few other people who...knew him." Harry replied.
"O...K...Ask away."
"Ok...how well did you know Dumbledore?"
"Pretty well, I guess."
"Okay, so...did he...um, trust you?"
"Uh, I guess you could say that. Why?"
"Oh, no reason."
"May I ask were you're going with this?"
"Um...okay. I don't know how to put this but did he ever let you into a kind of...club?" Harry finally asked. Professor Coldrick froze, and a panicky expression crossed her face.
"Club? What club? No, he's never said anything about a club. No clubs here that I know of. Um, look Harry. I've got allot of...marking to do so..." she trailed of, and Harry took the hint and left.
As Harry walked, disappointed, back to the Gryffindor tower, he passed by Dumbledore's old office, the Headmasters office. He stopped momentarily to look at the entrance. Tears welled up in his eyes as he remembered the loving old man, and the scene in which Snape murdered him mercilessly. Snape. That traitor. He hated him so much. 'Next time we meet, Snape. I'll kill you. And I will show you no mercy. Just like you showed Dumbledore none.' Harry said to himself. But he had to move quickly as he heard footsteps approaching. He raced around the corner as silently as he could. The footsteps stopped, so he peered around the corner. There stood Professor Coldrick. She looked nervously around, then whispered something and the staircase emerged and, after looking around again, hurried up the staircase to Professor McGonnogal's new office.
'Allot of marking, my arse.' Harry said to himself. Then, an idea popped into his head. He checked his robe pocket and sure enough, there was his invisibility cloak. He put it on and legged it up the stairs before they could close again. When he reached the top, he entered slowly to see Professor Coldrick leaning back in a chair opposite Professor McGonnagol and staring up at the ceiling.
"Nova, what is it?" Professor McGonnagol asked. Professor Coldrick sat up properly now and looked at McGonnagol.
"Are you sure it's a good idea for me to teach here?" Coldrick asked. McGonnagol looked momentarily shocked, but schooled her features.
"What makes you think that?" she asked. Coldrick got up and paced a few steps away from the desk, then turned round to face her again.
"Well, the safety of the pupils and staff, among other reasons. What if he follows me here? He's gotten in before."
"That's unlikely-"
"Why? How do you know he won't be able to get in again? How can I be at peace of mind when I can't be ensured that I won't be endangering everyone else by being here? Can anyone promise me it won't happen!"
"Nova, calm down. When he got in, the school was in chaos. Dumbledore had been away. Besides, he might not even now you're here."
"I suppose you're right. As usual. I'm sorry, Minerva. But I've seen what he can do. And now Dumbledore's permanently gone..."
"Don't worry. The students are perfectly safe. Security has been drastically improved since that incident."
"And the staff?" Professor Coldrick asked with a mock school girl's voice. McGonnagol laughed slightly.
"Yes, and the staff," she replied.
"Thanks, Minerva. Anyway, I better go, I have a first year class to teach." Professor Coldrick said. Harry turned to leave, but scuffed his foot on the floor. Coldrick quickly turned her head round in Harry's direction.
"Is something wrong?" McGonnagol asked.
"No..." Coldrick replied, turning her head slowly back round, with a furrowed brow. "Well, see you later, Minerva." McGonnagol waved slightly and Coldrick turned to leave. Harry tried to shuffle back slightly as she came past, but she had already caught his arm and pulled him down the staircase after her.
Professor Coldrick continued pulling Harry along round the corner of the corridor, then whipped Harry's cloak off him.
"What on earth do you think your doing, Harry? Eavesdropping isn't exactly appreciated, you know."
"I wasn't eavesdropping, Professor."
"Oh, really? Then what do you call it?"
"Spying?"
"Harry. This is no time for jokes. Don't abuse the use of your cloak. You could get into allot of trouble later on in life. You should be glad I didn't pull it off in front of Professor McGonnagol. She would've had a cow. Just be careful with what you do with that thing. Okay?"
"Okay, Professor." Harry said. Professor Coldrick nodded, eyeing Harry suspiciously and doubtfully.
"Okay then. Well, carry on. I've got a class to teach. God, that sounds weird. I'm still getting used to it." Professor Coldrick explained with a small giggle.
"Cya, Professor." Harry replied. Professor Coldrick smiled and shook her head slightly. 'I really shouldn't let him talk that casually to a professor. It would be funny to see him say it to McGonnagol.' she said to herself.
"Oh, and Harry. Not a word of what you heard to anybody. Not even your little friend, Ron. Or Hermione on that note." Professor Coldrick added.
"Yes, Professor. But, who were you talking about with Professor McGonnagol?"
"You don't need to know that, Harry. Anyway, I don't want to scare you. I'll just leave it to your imagination." Professor Coldrick said with a slightly evil and childish grin. "Have fun." and with that, she walked back down the opposite direction, towards her classroom.