Dumbledore's Secrets
Secret 10: Part I- Cops
When the last chapter ended, we, well you know what happened.
This is going to be a 3-part secret, hence the 'Part I' in the title.
"This is an outrage!" yelled Fleur in her Texan accent. "I will not have some-some headmaster sitting on me!"
"Well Fleur," began Mrs. Weasley "In Dumbledore's defense, you really shouldn't have sat on his chair, plus it was following him around and he was talking for quite some time, you had plenty of chances to get off."
"Wait, it was following him around?" asked Fleur "No it wasn't, I would have noticed."
"Well…." Began Harry (and you know this meant he had a lot of evidence coming up) "I think the fact that you were almost crouched in the chair with your eyes closed and your ears plugged and you going 'la la la la la la la' to yourself to drown out Dumbledore's voice miiiiiiiight (it just might) have been the reason you didn't notice Dumbledore's rump coming at you or the chair moving."
"Uh," said Fleur clearly trying to come up with another reason she hadn't noticed the chair moving. "Well, uh, or-or maybe Dumbledore glued me to the chair so I couldn't move, and then he sat on me. He could be a serial sitter in disguise." She finished dramatically.
"FLEUR!" yelled Mrs. Weasley "Never say that again! You have the right to remain silent; anything you say will be misquoted, and then used against you."
"But I-"
"No."
"Bu-"
"NO."
"But- oh fine."
"If you want to continue to work for the Order, I suggest you don't accuse its leader."
As Fleur walked away she thought to herself I can think whatever I want, I am soooo quitting the Order and I smell like chocolate. Yummmm, chocolate. She pranced up to her room thinking of chocolate.
Now Dumbledore, who again was using legilimency on someone for reasons we don't know, found out what Fleur was thinking, but his time he kept that scrap of information to himself. Instead, he blurted out "I'm allergic to cheese."
"Dumbledore, really now, enough with the randomness." Said Mrs. Weasley. "We're getting ready to leave for Diagon Alley."
"No really, I'm allergic to cheese."
"Uh huh, and this is important because……?" Asked Harry.
"Well, you see, cheese in all of its glory is a dairy product, right?" They all nodded. "Well a dairy product, cheese particularly, makes me, well, it makes me fart."
"Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha" (in reality those 'ha ha's' were much longer, but because of time constraints and (ow) writing cramps, we'll leave those 'ha ha's' at that length. Anyway, on with the story.) Well, after the 'ha ha's' were done, they became serious again.
"Hm, it looks like we'll have to be serious later, the ministry car is here and we need to get to Diagon Alley before midnight or all of the sales will end." Obviously Mrs. Weasley said this.
After they got back from Diagon Alley (again, the dumb time constraints, we'll just describe this real fast.) from seeing all the death and destruction and terror of the place- no, I'm only kidding, actually, some of the shops were closed, windows were boarded up, you know, the usual stuff you could expect when there is a mass murderer on the loose. Well anyway, when they arrived, they found out that for security detail they didn't have some aurors there, watching their every move, no, they had Hagrid. How great was that? After they had found all of this out, they went through Diagon Alley. The group had to split up in order to get all of their supplies, of course, since this was Mrs. Weasley's suggestion, we can also assume she wanted to split up in order to get all of the sales before, you know, midnight.
Anyway, on with the story. When Harry, Ron, and Hermione had entered Madame Malkins' (for their robes were extremely short on them) they heard a voice that they knew like the backs of their hands. Suddenly, Harry noticed he had a small scratch on the back of his hand. Funny, he hadn't noticed that before. Oh well, the voice was (nooo, it wasn't Billy Rockstar, for those of you who thought it might be) it was none other than the handsome, the talented, Draco Malfoy. Can I have a drum roll please for our next guest, Draco's mom, Narcissa! Yay! Actually, no, it isn't yay, this means trouble. Well, long story short, Narcissa and Draco ended up storming out of the robe store with Draco (for whatever reason) keeping his left arm covered up. They got their robes and met up with the other half of the party (Mrs. Weasley, Ginny, Dumbledore, oh, and I forgot to mention Arthur Weasley, he had joined up with them when they had arrived there) Anyway, they met up at Fred and George's store. They went in (these darn time constraints) Harry got some free stuff, Ginny chose a Pigmy Puff and named it Arnold, Ron tried to nick some stuff, oh, and Harry saw Draco walking down the street alone. Harry followed him, found out he wanted something fixed from Borgin & Burkes, told Hermione and Ron about it. That's basically it. Any Questions?
Well, when they got back to the Burrow (yes, they got everything on sale) they continued their conversation with Dumbledore. "So, about your cheese problem." Started Ron.
"What about it?"
"You fart when you eat it."
"Who told you that?" Asked Dumbledore. "I am so going to get him."
"No, no, Dumbledore, you told us." Said Harry.
"Oh, well, that's okay then." He said.
AND CLOSE
The reason this chapter is in 3 parts is because Katie is feeling a little llamaish this week (I don't know what that means either) so I had to write this chapter alone. That didn't answer anything so, hm, let's go with we're the writers and we felt like it.