Child of Mine
Chapter 12
The Flight of the Bumblebee and Chicken
Albus Dumbledore sat down and greeted Minerva, Flitwick, and Sinister good morning before buttering a muffin. Halfway through it, he saw Remus come in, looking rather tired. Harry, who barely came to the man's... ER... Woman's waist came in also, holding onto Remus' robes. As soon as Harry was close enough, he ran up, and around the table to Dumbledore, crying; not howling, but looking rather pitiful.
"Daddy hit me!!!" he whined looking for comfort.
Dumbledore raised an eyebrow and looked to Remus who went to sit down, Severus who had been several feet behind them, was looking rather cross, his arms folded in front of his chest, and was glaring at Harry.
"Pardon?" Dumbledore looked down to the child as he picked the boy up and set him down on his lap.
"He spanked me!" Harry clarified sounding quite indignant, the tears were already gone.
"And, what did you do?" Albus asked carefully, holding back a smile.
The child's mouth dropped open and then he pouted. For a brief moment Harry supposed that getting daddy in trouble by telling on him to Grandpa, wasn't going to work. One look at Grandma said that she was right along with Grandpa. Harry briefly supposed that maybe daddy only gave spankings when they were deserved. NAH... Couldn't be.
"I was only coloring!" Harry tried to defend.
"On my potions book!!!" Severus erupted in a deep snarl.
Minerva gave a surprised look to Snape before looking at Harry... Then turned away, trying to hide her laughter from the child. She didn't want Harry to think that she thought it was a clever thing to do and that he should try it again.
"You were coloring in daddy's potions book?" Albus' lips quirked upwards.
"It was black and white like my coloring book...." Harry was playing with Albus' beard.
Severus had sat down, still muttering darkly, "It was my Most Potente Potions book and it took five cleaning spells before even HALF of the marks went away!"
"They don't make spells like they used to if it took you that long," Sinistra laughed.
Flitwick frowned, "You don't use normal cleaning spells on crayon markings! Heavens, crayons are one of the worst things to get out.... You need a stronger charm, I'll do that for you if you bring the book up, I'll clean the page without complaint -"
"Twenty - eight Pages." Severus corrected.
"Ok, I'll clean it up for you," Flitwick shrugged in amusement.
"Severus, perhaps you should allow Harry to be taken care of by someone else today, give you a bit of a break." Albus smilingly said. Harry was now playing with Minerva's fork and asking her what she was eating, he then heard Harry call Minerva, 'Grandma' and smiled when he saw Minerva's eyes widen a bit in shock before she smiled herself at child and kissed his forehead lovingly.
"Well, 'Grandpa', why don't YOU take care of him? You've not had a chance to see what he can be like..." Severus suggested with a bit of an evil smirk.
"Grandpa's gonna take care of me?" Harry glanced up at Albus in innocent curiosity and Albus sighed.
"Yes, Harry. I'll take care of you today," Albus gave in.
Remus, after hearing Albus' declaration to Harry, gave a wicked smile to Severus, who smirked back.
"We'll see how Grandpa fares with the Gryffindor terror..." Severus muttered as Remus laughed somewhat evilly.
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When Albus got into his office, his neat and tidy desk had about nineteen different letters on it and his 'in' box had a nice pile of rolled up parchments for him.
"Harry, why don't you be good while I get to work?" Albus said. Harry stood quietly as Albus sat down and opened his first letter. Bored already, Harry went over to the cupboard near Albus' bedroom door and opened it. Inside on a shelf that he couldn't reach was a stone bowl. Other odds and ends could be seen, and just within fingertip grasp was an old hat.
"Harry, what are you doing?" Albus had seen the boy go over to the cabinet and had been curious as to what the boy was going to do.
"I wanna play with the hat..." Harry said, reaching up for it, after the second swipe he was successful and the hat fell down to the ground.
"Harry, the sorting hat isn't a toy, it's a very, very old hat that is used for the beginning of the year-"
"But I want someone to talk to-" Harry pouted.
"No, Harry."
"Please? I promise to be good to it." Harry begged and pleaded for nearly three minutes before Albus gave in.
So Harry put on the hat and while wandering the room stayed very silent. As the boy reached where Fawkes was he looked up at the bird and gasped.
"Ooo! Pretty chicken!" he cried happily, reaching to pet the bird that was out of his reach.
Albus laughed when Fawkes ruffled his feathers and gave a squawk of indignation and threw a look of annoyance at Albus.
"Oh don't be so offended, he's just a child, why don't you play with him? Keep him amused," Albus suggested to Fawkes.
Fawkes glared at his master before gliding down to the child, who immediately began doting upon the beautiful bird, lovingly petting it. Fawkes almost seemed resigned to the fate, when Harry picked the poor bird up, round the middle, and carried him to the center of the room.
Albus, hiding a laugh, buried his nose into his work, knowing that if the phoenix saw his amusement at the predicament his pet was in, Fawkes would hold it against him for weeks.
There was a sharp crack and Dobby appeared in the room. The 'chicken' jumped and Harry's eyes went wide.
"Albus Dumbledore, sir, would you like your morning tea-" Dobby saw Harry and looked confused, "Who is the child?"
"That is Harry Potter, he drank a potion that went wrong and for now he's a child."
Dobby looked down to the boy worried, "Is Mister Potter going to be all right?"
"Yes, he's perfectly healthy, and I would appreciate my tea, thank you. Bring something for Harry, too, if you don't mind." Albus smiled as the house elf, which was eager to do anything for the two people he adored, disappeared. Minutes later he was back, a tray of tea in one hand, and in his other, a tray of fruits, pastries, other goodies and a large sipper cup.
"Thank you, why don't you set the tray on the coffee table near the fire so Harry can have a go at the food if he gets hungry?" Albus suggested.
"Of course, sir!" Dobby squeaked. Before leaving, he played with Harry a bit and fed him some of the chocolate off of the tray. When Harry was left without a playmate once more, he got up, seemingly bored of only playing with Fawkes, and wandered over to the numerous shelves around the room.
Dumbledore, intent on replying to Mrs. McClain, the parent of a Ravenclaw who had gotten in trouble recently, didn't notice what Harry was doing.
It was about five minutes later when he looked up to stretch his back, and saw that littered around the room, were several different volumes of his books in various places. It seemed Harry had gotten a hold of nearly thirty books, and each and every one of them was open to one page or another, carelessly abandoned when the child had grown bored with them. And at that moment, Fawkes was standing right beneath Harry, (the poor thing had most likely been following the boy around, trying to prevent him from being hurt) who had climbed up onto the second shelf to reach the third one... and was teetering precariously, about to fall on Albus' faithful phoenix. Albus leaped to his feet just as Harry lost his grip and caught the boy just in the nick of time; he set Harry down on the floor looking at his grateful phoenix.
"Harry! Be careful! You could have hurt yourself and Fawkes!" Albus pulled out his wand and with a wave the thirty-odd books went flying back to the shelves. "Go be good, eat some of your food." Harry pouted at his grandfather, wishing that he would play with him and toddled over to the table and chose to munch on a slab of chocolate. Albus, eager to get back to work, didn't stop him.
Fifteen minute's later, Harry was running around the room in circles, chasing Fawkes, both doing a good impersonation of a seeker chasing a snitch, despite the lack of a broom. Albus had only noticed because the poor thing was squawking, desperately trying to flap away from Harry. At the moment, Albus was inclined to agree, Fawkes was acting and looking, very much like a tormented chicken.
"HARRY!" he said loudly. The boy stopped dead in his tracks, Fawkes, flapped up to Albus' desk and landed spread-eagled and wild eyed on the parchment he had just been reading, Fawkes' little body was heaving breathlessly. Albus, having never seen his pet looking so pathetic, picked the poor thing up, petting it comfortingly. "Harry, what on earth were you doing?"
"I was playing 'tag' with the chicken." Harry said with a happy smile that lit his whole face. Fawkes rounded a glaring eye at his tormentor and chuffed in indignation.
"Fawkes is a very old phoenix Harry, not a chicken. Why don't you play with your sorting hat? Ok?" Albus looked down at the bird who continued to glower at the boy, "You silly bird, why didn't you just FLY out of the way?" he murmured in amusement.
Fawkes threw him a glare, as if to say, 'YOU said to 'play' with him, I didn't expect that TORTURE was a part of 'playing' with a child.'
Albus released Fawkes who flapped up to his perch, and began to preen his feathers in a quiet seething anger. Sighing and rolling his eyes, Albus went back to work. Twenty blissful minutes went by before he realized... It had been too quiet. He looked up, and there was Harry, playing in the center of the room, on the Persian carpet, a bottle of black ink spilled across the blank parchments that had been unrolled. Little handprints were on the paper, and he saw that Harry's clothing and face were decorated with ink... even the tips of his shoulder-length hair were glistening with the dark substance, as were parts of his carpet.
Albus dropped the quill he had been writing with, making an ink splotch of his own on his letter.
"Harry!" he cried, standing up. Harry looked up at him and smiled winningly, thinking that Grandpa was finally going to play with him. However, Albus didn't so much as look at the boy, instead he started to clean up the mess by picking the parchment up and chucking it into the fire, then picking up the tipped inkwell, fussing at the mess the child had made. Harry pouted and watched for a moment, before trotting away to find something else to do. Albus, busy magicking clean the carpet, wasn't paying the least attention to what Harry was doing, when he heard a dull 'THUNK' behind him.
Turning, almost in dread of what he'd find, he saw Harry, with the sorting hat still on his head, and the sword of Gryffindor in his hand, embedded into his mahogany coffee table. Albus' mouth dropped. That had been in a case! He turned and saw the door to the glass case was gaping open, smeared with telltale inky fingerprints and Albus' desk chair was pushed back against the table that had been holding the sword's display case.
Harry meanwhile was trying to yank the sword out of the table, with little success... somewhat resembling Arthur pulling the sword out of the stone. Albus, having magicked the rug clean, collapsed to sit on the floor, head in hands, and was muttering hopelessly.
"Harry, why did you do that?" he whined tiredly.
"The hat said I could..." Harry trailed off, obviously lying.
Inside Harry's mind came the indignant reply: 'Hey! Leave me out of this!'
~*~
"Next take the Damarian root and crush it into a fine powder, you don't want any clumps at all before you add it to the water, and to keep it from clumping in the water you have to add it in a fine layer, this will activate the mandrake root into-"
The door opened, and in stalked Dumbledore stiffly escorting Harry by the hand. This wouldn't have been such a shock had his son not been covered in black ink here and there on his shirt, trousers, and face. His hands were completely black. This, coupled with the stormy expression on Albus' face, did not bode well.
"He's your son... your mess." Dumbledore snarled, picking the boy up and depositing him firmly in Severus' surprised arms. The sixth year Ravenclaw's and Hufflepuff's were staring.
"He's your son?!" squeaked Ana Romin.
"Not literally, Miss Romin," Snape growled.
Albus was already gone when Severus turned back in order to protest.
~*~
During lunch in the teachers lounge, Hooch and Remus were laughing on the couch, trying to stop.
Dumbledore merely gave a stern look to Harry and Severus (who was rather enjoying the show.). It turned out that the staff had gotten together in a betting pool on how long Dumbledore would last. And Remus and Hooch had won.
"You didn't even last through second period!?" Minerva asked with a sigh. "I've lost seventeen sickles because of you two." She glanced to Harry and then Dumbledore, who didn't seem the slightest bit sorry for her loss.
"Hand me a Muggle child any day. Raising a magical one will be the death of me... He had the sword of Gryffindor stuck in my antique coffee table! And my poor phoenix! Harry will be lucky if Fawkes ever goes near him again! 'Pretty chicken', indeed!" he gulped some of his tea and more of the teachers burst into laughter.
Including Severus.
Harry was looking a bit confused and afraid. His grandpa seemed annoyed... But everyone else seemed happy....
Had he done something wrong?
Just then an owl flapped through the open lounge window and dropped a letter on the table right in front of Dumbledore.
"Oh my, would you look at that." Albus said, sounding utterly unconcerned.
The staff looked interested, they knew all his mail went directly to his office... Why had this one come straight for him?
Opening the letter he read through it silently, and a few of the teachers left, needing to prepare before their next class started.
"Oh dear." Albus murmured.
"Oh dear?" Severus repeated, eyebrows raising suspiciously, looking up from giving Harry a hug that his son had demanded.
"Well, the rest of you best be off, ten minutes until class begins, I'm sure you have to prepare." Albus said cheerily. Sinistra, Hooch, and Sprout took that as a sign to leave and closed the door behind them.
As soon as they did it was just Snape, Harry, McGonagall, and Remus in the room with him.
Without prelude he read out loud:
'Headmaster,
It is only because I have such respect and gratitude for what you have done for me and my Godson that I took a week to get over being just a bit angry-'
Severus snorted.
'Had you been any other man, I think I might have sent a howler to you... How could you leave Harry in Snape's care? I'm coming to Hogwarts as soon as this owl is sent. I want to see Harry, and be there with him until he is cured or back to being normal...
- S
"Bit angry my arse," Remus said, startling them all, she then blushed as she realized Harry was still in the room. "Sirius was furious. He wrote me and it was about eight pages of a lengthy rant. I'm not going to repeat even a quarter of the things he said."
"When do you suppose he'll be here?" McGonagall asked.
"Probably by tomorrow, he's been nearby for a while," Remus said, concern etched on her face. "Stupid man- he's going to get himself caught and Harry'll be furious-"
"Seri-ous?" Harry asked curiously, but without recognition.
"Sirius is your godfather, Harry." Dumbledore answered with a smile.
"But he's my daddy-" Harry said pointing to Snape who blushed slightly.
Albus really didn't want to explain things to the young boy, he seemed happy being oblivious at the moment. Albus was thrilled, however, at the bond that had developed between teacher and student... they both needed this. Severus was actually turning out to be quite a good father, once he had gotten over his homicidal tendencies, that is.
"Yes, he is... but Sirius is a 'God-Father', meaning that he takes care of you when your real daddy can't." Albus finally explained.
"Oh... He's my second daddy?" Harry asked innocently, wanting clarification..
"Yes, Harry, in a way he is."
"Does that mean he's married to mommy, too?"
Remus spat out her tea in shock, "I'm not married to either one of them!" She protested... And then realized how stupid it was to try and argue something like this with a child. Especially a smirking child whose bright green eyes were twinkling as mischievously as Albus' would have been had he been the one to say that.
~*~
Sirius Black had gone through many challenges and odd experiences in his life, but not one as twisted as this. His godson had been changed into a child... and left in that greasy git's care. Dumbledore must have been going insane in his old age. Harry would end up forever scarred... What if he actually picked up habits FROM the potions master? James would never forgive him. He was probably rolling in his grave about what had happened so far... Lily on the other hand was probably having a good laugh. She always did have an odd sense of humour.
The large beautiful castle was now within his view, but his mind was not on the magnificent work of art... It was focusing on what he would do to Snape if one hair on Harry's head had been harmed. There were no secret passages he could take from the outside the grounds that would lead him inside so he bounded up to the front doors, changed to his human form long enough to fling open the doors, then changed again, bounding to Dumbledore's office, he'd wait there as long as he needed to, seeing as it was the safest place to be.
Sirius waited (in doggy form) no less than an hour before Albus turned up, coming from dinner. And when he entered, he didn't seem surprised in the least by the fact there was a large canine planted right in front of his desk.
"Ah, Sirius, what a pleasant surprise." he said with a smile as he shut the door.
Sirius, who had been stewing through what he would be saying to Dumbledore, completely forgot that he was still in animagus form and began barking at the headmaster; loudly.
"Sirius, you might wish to change OUT of your dog form before you try and lambaste me. But please, could you turn it down a notch?" Albus asked planting a finger in his ear and shaking it.
Sirius, embarrassed that he had forgotten such an important yet simple fact transformed back and growled, "All right, fine." he took a deep breath, "Now why in the hell do you have Harry with that-- that-- Slytherin?!"
"Because Severus was responsible for his having changed in a manner of speaking. It was a potions failure due in part because of Neville Longbottom, and as far as taking care of Harry I believe that Severus is doing a remarkable job. I myself cannot take care of the child and was all but ready to tie that little hellion to the wall." he said with dark amusement as he sat on his desk facing the younger man.
Sirius' mouth dropped open in shock. "You're not serious, Dumbledore-"
"More then serious, Sirius. Severus and Harry need each other, now whether or not you agree with me is your own opinion, but until your name is cleared you cannot take care of that child the way he needs to be taken care of, and sending that boy back to his family is out of the question. I'd sooner kneel before Grindelwald's grave before doing that."
"You're--- How can you know that Professor? Snape and Harry hate each other!"
"Time can change many things Sirius, perhaps you should SEE for yourself how those two interact, before you begin judging them." he suggested, he went over to the door that was off to the side and came back out with a silvery cloak in his arms.
"You have an invisibility cloak? But-- we won't fit under that!"
"Even if both of us were going to be invisible, I wouldn't need it, I can become invisible at will." he explained handing the cloak to the innocent convict.
Sirius took the silvery cloak and donned it, his voice floated from the middle of nowhere. "Then why do you have one?"
"It belongs to Harry... I had thought I might need it." he said innocently as he walked out of his office, knowing Sirius would follow, "And I expect you to remain quiet no matter what you see or hear or I'll silence you myself."
They both traveled the halls, passing a few students who were stragglers from dinner, most of which greeted Dumbledore in the hall, and several times he stopped to chat with a few of them for a moment or two.
Finally they were down in the dungeons and Sirius realized where he was being led. Dumbledore knocked on the wooden door and it was opened by a tall pale man with dark hair.
"Severus, I've come to visit my favorite family." he said pleasantly
"I thought you were tempted to murder Harry." Severus said opening the door all the way. Dumbledore waited a few seconds so that Sirius could pass under the pretense of smiling and looking as if he was thinking on Severus' comment.
"I've decided to see how he was either way..." he then went in. Harry was playing with Krr'Shar whose ears perked up when Dumbledore entered... and he was sniffing the air... Oh dear. Moving first to the cat he scratched it's ear and while the contact was still being made thought at him, 'There is another person with me, you obviously can smell him, but don't worry, he means no harm, he is Harry's relative of sorts, a protector as well, but he needs to see how Harry's doing before showing himself.'
Krr'Shar's tail flicked back and forth and then he nodded and went back to playing with the child, batting the ball off to the side that Harry had pushed at him.
Sirius' eyes had widened in fear and shock, how could Dumbledore let a cat that size- - into the castle?! It was the strangest creature Sirius had ever seen, as if it was a cross breed of sorts. He turned his eyes to Harry, torn between fear for what Harry had gone through and love for the small boy before him.
Harry missed the ball when he looked up and saw his grandfather. "Gandpa!" he cried happily, forgetting his grandpa's previous frustration with him. He ran up and hugged Albus' knees whereupon he picked the child up and hugged Harry. "Where's the chicken?" Harry asked curiously.
"Fawkes," Albus corrected, (Sirius nearly choked on a laugh that he fought to keep silent.) "-is still trying to recuperate from your tortures."
Severus smirked, shutting the door and walking up to him. "Would you like some tea Albus?"
"Why yes I would." Albus walked over to a chair and sat down still holding Harry who was looking at Severus.
"Can I have candy, daddy?" he asked innocently.
Sirius' mouth dropped open in abject horror.
"No." Severus answered, "I heard what you did to Grandpa's office."
"PLLLLEASE!? I promise not to chase the chicken!"
"Phoenix!" Albus corrected mock hurt.
"PLEASE?" Harry whined bordering on being a bit impertinent.
"No, Harry, and if you ask me one more time..." Severus trailed off and gave Albus the cup; "You've had enough candy for five children in one lifetime."
Harry got off Albus' lap and went over to his father and climbed into his lap and hugged the man. "Can I have a LITTLE bit of candy daddy?" he begged.
Severus' cheek seemed to twitch, and Albus' sharp sight caught that small sign of a parents resolve beginning to slip.
"I love you daddy...." Harry cooed kissing the man's cheek. Severus groaned and muttered an oath before standing with the child in arm, and going to get a cookie. Albus meanwhile smirked and chuckled. "Severus, I'll be right back, there's someone I remembered I promised to bring down here..." he stood and opened Severus' door, he saw (yes saw, he can see through invisibility cloaks) Sirius brush by and said, "I'll be right back."
Once outside they walked off and down into an empty classroom. Sirius pulled off the invisibility cloak looking a bit bewildered. "Daddy? Grandpa? Harry- - He--" Looks so young... Almost like he did before Lily and James... And he's calling my enemy... his father. "Does he remember James and Lily?" he asked quietly.
Albus shook his head, "For a while he didn't even have his scar... and then on the day he aged to how old he had been on October 31, the day his parents died, the magic recreated the event in his mind, and the scar came back... He honestly believes that his father, is Severus... And slowly he's been adopting people into his little 'family'. I'm 'grandpa', as you saw, Minerva is 'grandma', and Remus... Remus is...."
"...IS?" Sirius said curiously.
"Mommy." Albus' lips quirked in amusement as Sirius' mouth dropped, open, closed, and dropped again.
"Mommy?"
"Mommy."
Sirius began to laugh, "It figures.... Moony... Mommy."
"That's not the complete reason..." Albus trailed off a bit hesitantly.
"What do you mean?" Sirius asked confused.
"Harry's a bit of a Slytherin... he was going to be sorted into Slytherin originally until he asked it not to place him... So don't blame any of his Slytherin traits on Severus." he warned, "And he tricked the twins and stole a few cookies and got Remus to eat them..."
"What did the cookies do?" he had heard about the Weasley twins. The Marauders would have been proud.
"It changed him Sirius."
"Badly?" Sirius now looked worried for his friend.
"Oh heavens no, not at all, he's perfectly healthy... Listen, I'm going to take you back to Severus' room and you're going to behave, hate for the man be damned. I am not going to watch two people Harry loves, tear each other's throats out. Is that understood?" he asked firmly. Sirius looked like he was going to protest, "Do you want to hold your godson and be there for him or not?"
Sirius looked torn but nodded his head and followed the headmaster back. He opened the door to Severus' room and came in, "Harry I have a surprise for you." he said cheerfully. And in walked Sirius. Severus physically tensed, looking as if he'd swallowed a lemon.
Harry turned his eyes away only briefly from the new person to look at his father. Why had he suddenly tightened his hold around him like that? Something was wrong with Daddy...
Sirius successfully kept from glaring only because he was looking directly at Harry who had turned his head back to Sirius curiously.
"This is Sirius Black. He is your godfather." Albus shut the door and over Sirius' shoulder threw a look at Severus which Severus correctly interpreted as, 'Behave'.
Harry and Krr'Shar both sensed the tenseness in the room, leaving Harry unsure of what to do. Daddy didn't seem to like the man... And the man didn't seem to like daddy.
"Hello Harry." Sirius said a bit strained, as if he were controlling his emotions, possibly the mad desire to cry. He sat where Albus had sat and looked at his godson.
"Hello." Harry replied shyly.
Then someone knocked on the door, Albus opened it a little bit and then enough for the person to slip through.
Sirius jumped a bit in horror. He didn't recognize the woman and Albus had just let her in?!
"Sirius!" she cried in surprise.
"Mommy!" Harry cried running to the woman and jumping at her. The woman caught Harry in the air and hugged the child to her chest.
"Who--" Sirius stuttered absolutely lost on what was going on. That couldn't be Remus! The woman was attractive, slim, and small, she had lovely brown hair that was past shoulder length and had.... Streaks of gray.
"Why Remus, how nice of you to join us. Sirius was dropping by to visit Harry and stay a while." Albus said kindly.
Remus went over to Sirius and embraced the man warmly, and Sirius was left gaping.
"Remus- - You've changed somehow..." he trailed off and looked at Harry. "The cookies turned you into a woman? THAT'S why Harry calls you mommy?"
Remus blushed and gave a look to Harry, "It will teach me never to accept food from him ever again."
Meanwhile Harry was re-evaluating Sirius. Mommy liked him a lot, and Sirius liked mommy. So maybe he wasn't that bad...
"You'll be able to be turned back, right?" Sirius asked in concern.
"With Severus here as Potions Master, I hold no worries." Remus said with an honest smile. Severus seemed to turn a nice shade of pink around his cheeks and ears and bent towards the table to add a lump of sugar into his tea.
"Well, why don't we all sit down?" Dumbledore asked cheerfully, "I believe we have a lot to talk about!"
~*~
Authors Notes: Yes, yes, I'm horrid at updating.... But I am NOT going to stop writing this story, don't worry about that fact! Thank you very very very much for your reviews and comments, I'm sorry if in some chapters you non - slashers (people who don't like guy/guy) got a bit freaked, but trust me, look at those chapters not like that, but as the fact Remus and Snape are becoming friends and are TEASING each other in the joking way. There will be two versions to this story (yes I've kicked it down from three *shudder*)
One story for Non - Slash, non - romance, the other... slash. But will be marked as such.
Anywho, I hope you enjoyed this chapter, I am sorry if their are mistakes but my beta reader (my mom) is gone, she left for Georgia just two days ago with my dad and will be gone for a month. Leaving me the legal guardian (papers and everything to prove it!) of my little sister. Do you know how scary it is to know that you have to drive everywhere, make sure the house doesn't burn down, while trying to stay alive? It's scary. I have a 45 min commute or whatever to my school, whereupon I get to drive BACK again so that she's never home alone at night.... And I rushed myself into getting a license in less than one week... More like three days actually.... And now I'm actually on the ROADS. If you live in Washington State, Hide.
Ok, so yeah, I now have all these adult responsibilities, an account, car, insurance, yadda yadda and I'm so nervy about it all because I've never had to deal with this before. I've lived a somewhat sheltered life...
Anyway if I live through this month you'll get the next chapter eventually (hopefully soon!). If I die... um... contact my mom and request she finish it for me... Ok you can tell how safe/comfortable I feel on the road, can't ya?
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PS: Bumblebee represented Dumbledore seeing as Dumbledore means bumblebee and the chicken was obviously Fawkes.