Get ready for another installment of Snapey's Secret!

Chapter 7: Meeting With The Professors

I first went to Dumbledore's office to see him first. I walked up to the statue and said the password 'Bond, James Bond' because I didn't want to wait there all day. I went in and went up to the door and knocked. The door opened and I walked in. "Professor Dumbledore?" I looked around, but couldn't see him.

I sat down in a chair and decided to look at all of the interesting things on the shelves. I looked behind me to his desk to see two staircases on either side of the desk. I decided to go up the one on the left, even though they went to the same place. At the top of the stairs was a circular room, in the center of which was a large telescope-looking thing. From the side, it looked like it had a seat in it. A pair of legs was hanging down from it. I slowly walked over to the chair to find Harry sitting there looking in the telescope.

"Oh hiya, Lily! What are you doing here?"

"I could ask you the same thing."

"Well, I'm here because I punched Draco in the nose a little while ago and McGonagall sent me up here. Dumbledore hasn't come back yet."

"Why are you oddly hyper all of the sudden? You haven't been like this before?"

"Let's see, I ate this prototype for a candy Fred and George are making, I think it's supposed to make you act really hyper the way I am right now, but anyway it's really good. They have all kinds of flavors: lemon, cherry, strawberry, butter beer, marshmallow, sugar, sweat drop, dog crap, chicken, Eskimo pie, bogey, marijuana, watermelon, tree bark, Coca-Cola, and a few others that I can't remember right now, but I ate all of them and they're full of sugar and some other that Fred and George wouldn't tell me. You should try them!"

"I think I'll have to pass, and you do know that you're either on a sugar high or actually high, right?"

"Really? That sounds fun. Oh, and it too bad they you don't want any, because they're really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, r—"

"Enough with the 'really' already!"

"Good . . .sorry."

"So . . .you punched Draco, was he writhing on the floor in pain?"

"I don't think so."

"Was there at least blood?"

"Yeah."

"Good. He deserves it."

Someone cleared their throat behind us, "hello to the both of you," Dumbledore began, "Harry I know why you are here, but Lily what is your reason?"

"I needed to talk to you, sir. I . . .I wanted to ask if it was possible if I could . . .perhaps . . . umm . . . switch houses?"

"Is this all because of what happened with Mr. Malfoy?"

"And stuff that's happened since."

"I see . . .well, which house would you like to be put into?"

"I get to pick?"

"I don't see why not. You could have the Sorting Hat sort you again if you really wish."

"Uh, that sounds good, I guess."

Dumbledore walked down the steps and came back up with the beat-up-looking Sorting Hat. He motioned me to sit on the chair attached to the telescope, and then he placed the hat onto my head.

"What? You again?" The hat said, "Aren't you in your fifth year?"

Dumbledore gave it a stern glance.

"Well, let's see where we shall put you this time. Excellent mind, lots of courage, pure blood, you know what? Why don't you just tell me where you want to go and we'll see if it's where I'm going to put you."

My eyes darted across the room, "ummm, not Slytherin?"

"Come now, child. Potter over there pulled that one his first year; you need to chose."

I glared at Harry; he was walking around in what appeared to be a circle, but with corners, and was stumbling around like a drunkard. I stifled a laugh and said, "fine. Gryfindor."

"Oh, right-o, child! You picked the correct house!"

"Do I win anything?"

"Nine sickles and a dungbomb!"

"Umm, okay . . ."

I took the hat off my head and placed it back on the desk, where it produced my prize. I slowly picked them up and made sure that the hat wasn't lying to me; it wasn't. Good. Now the Weasley twins and me can go throw dungbombs at Slytherins tonight.

"Lily, you're things will be moved as soon as possible and you shall be given new robes and such. Harry here will take you to the Gryfindor Common Room and tell you the password, and give you a tour as well. Won't you, Harry?"

"Hehehehehehe . . ." He fell onto the floor and continued to giggle.

"Umm . . .I think I'll help him up now; it can't be that hard to find Gryfindor."

"I suppose. It's behind the portrait of the Fat Lady in the Grand Staircase."

I pulled Harry to his feet and draped his arm over my shoulder. We made our way out and then to the Grand Staircase. A few people looked at us oddly, but they quickly looked away when I glanced their way. Finally, we reached the portrait of the Fat Lady, Harry mumbled the password, and we proceeded in.

"Oi, Lily! What are ya doin' 'ere wit 'Arry?" Fred asked.

"I'm in Gryfindor now."

"Really? That's great!" He said as he put Harry on the couch and then hugged me. He pointed to a closed door, "That would the Girls' Dormitories. Hermione should be up there; I think your dorm is the fifth up the stairs."

I went up the stairs to the dormitory and was welcomed by a grunt for Hermione who had her nose in a book. "Nice to see you too."

She looked up excitedly, "what are you doing here?"

I told her all that had happened and then we went down to the Common Room to see if Harry was still high; he was, so I went with Fred and George, and about three hundred dungbombs and two hundred stink pellets to the grounds to throw at Slytherins from the edge of the forest. This should be loads of fun!

Well, Harry getting high and Lily, Fred and George getting ready to attack her former houses mates . . . this chapter was quite fun! Stay tuned!