Wants and Problems at Hogwarts

Part of the Story "at Hogwarts" series

-in which characters, problems and motives are introduced and dealt with...or Not

(somewhat connected to Crimson--done by kira who is almost done writing it...yay!)

one plus one equals disclaimer. i own nothing in this world...that means good old Harry Potter

Most people think that the headmaster learning of new relatives, would put the whole school in a good and happy mood the next morning at breakfast, but this was not so.

The next morning in between his looped fruit cereal and his Ovaltein soup, Dumbledore was rudely interrupted by his most moody of staff.

"Headmaster, you can't be serious. This letter you've sent the staff…its, its ridiculous!"

"Come now Severus, with the amount of children who are allergic in someway with Doby's cooking it seems most evident that we take him off the kitchen staff and put him-"

"I'm not referring to that letter sir," he slammed the piece of paper that he had been wilding about, next to the cereal bowl. "the one you sent out this morning. The one about those transfer student being your grandchildren and getting special privileges."

"well its true my good fellow." He smiled at the man and then looked over to the Gryffindor table, letting milk dribble from his chin. "My family has come back to me. Its beautiful."

"their not your family. You don't even have children. You were never married!"

"well those little ones are the grand kids he never had. I always wanted grandkids, just like I always wanted kids."

"you're an idiot." Snape muttered under his breath.

"what was that?"

"you're an idiot sir."

"well no ones perfect. Hey, is that mail! Excellent I was running low."

"what?"

just then over a hundred owls flew down from the windows to find their owners and deliver their mail. Three large barn owls headed towards the teachers table pulling a large white box below them.

"what?" snape repeated and the old man gleefully ripped open the box, shooing the birds and digging in. "are those pant chips?"

"it's a muggle candy severus. You should try some. But your own. Theses are mine."

"no I mean are those actual lead paint chips? Where did you get that box?"

"its sent to me. Every week a nice fellow sends me a large box to me for free. Very nice of him."

"who?" snape said leaning over to lift the flap of the box to look at the return address, but be fore he could Dumbledore started to growl at him. "Relax I'm not going to steal them, I just want to see whose sending them to you. Mr. D.L.V….you know you're a complete idiot. I really don't see how your headmaster to Hogwarts or even how your still alive."

"Mr. D.L.V. is ever so nice. I really must send him a gift basket one of theses days."

"your bleeding from your mouth."

"oh so I am. Oh those smuggles and their candy. Their delicious, delicious candy. Makes me want to hunt down and eat all of their children-"

"Headmaster about this letter. You're practically giving theses runts a card Blanc. They almost have complete rule of the school."

"oh my little ones. They're such sweeties. Oh that reminds me Severus," the old man said in between bits of paint. "I want all my grandkids to do well at Hogwarts, in everyway. I understand that meg is isn't doing well in your class."

"Let's just say that her mind drifts." He said glancing down at the Gryffindor table. Kira, James and meg were enjoying their breakfast in between laughing, giggling and smiling. The sight of this for some reason made the man feel embarrassed and he quickly looked away at the floor when. Stupid girls, he thought. Stupid meg.

"well we can't have any of that. I want her succeed, and if that means extra classes, then so be it."

"you've got to be kidding me. I don't do extra classes. For anyone."

"severus, she's family."

"not for me, not for you."

"your being a pooh."

"well you're a douche. I don't see your point." This is when Dumbledore started to pout. Whether or not he had picked it up from a certain 'granddaughter' is unknown. "That's not going to work. You look like a run over, very ugly pruned baby."

"please…"

"No!"

"good morning Headmaster. Good morning professor." The three girls said as they walked by the large staff table and out of the great hall. They were met by a wave from 'Gramps' and gawking from the professor.

"You know you don't have a choice in the matter." Dumbledore said offering some paint chips to Snape.

"I know, I know." Instead of taking the chips he grabbed the flask from Professor Trelawney taking a deep gulp before slipping back into her coat pocket. "I know."

END