Dumbledore's Secrets

Secret 10: Part II-

Hello again. Short but sweet. We'll rewind a little to remind you what happened (not that you need it)

"So about your cheese problem." Started Ron.

"What about it?" Asked Dumbledore.

"You fart when you eat it."

"Who told you that?" Said Dumbledore. "I am so going to get him."

"No, no, Dumbledore, you told us." Said Harry.

"Oh- well that's okay then." He said.

"Are you going to tell us more about it?" Asked Ron.

"Yes, but not right now, its bedtime." Said Mrs. Weasley.

"But mom, it's only 5:15." Said Ginny in a whiny voice.

"Its 5:15?" Asked Mrs. Weasley. "Then you're late for bed. And don't think this will happen again any time soon."

"Uh, why do we have to go to bed so early Mrs. Weasley?" Asked Harry.

"Because the cooking show with Joe Lockhart is on at 5:30 and I don't want you children watching it. Plus, its Gilderoy Lockhart's brother, so you can imagine how good he is."

"Why can't we just go in another room?"

"NO!" said Mrs. Weasley. "Are you crazy, go in another room. What do you think this place is- a castle?"

"Uh, yeah, castle would be good word to describe this place, with all the rooms and such."

"Harry, Harry, Harry, how many times do I have to tell you, we prefer the word palace, not castle."(Wait- isn't she the one who just said castle and now she's telling him off for saying it? This doesn't make sense.) And to Ron and Ginny she said "Now, its bedtime, you're lucky Harry and Hermione are here or you two would both be gianormous trouble right now. Now up, up, up."

"Molly, I don't think it's fair that they have to got to bed this early, I mean, it's not like it's a school night or anything. Oh wait- never mind, the train leaves for school tomorrow. You children should get to bed—like now." Said Arthur Weasley.

"But dad…." Ron didn't get any farther.

"No Ron, we're not driving the flying car to Hogwarts." Said Mr. Weasley.

"Uh, dad, that's not what I was going to say, and anyway, the car is somewhere in the Forbidden Forest at Hogwarts."

"Wait-" Said Dumbledore "That's your car that has been driving around my woods?"

Mr. Weasley answered "Uh, yeah, but its Ron's fault not mine." In a small voice he added "Don't hurt me."

"Well, its very useful, it plows my field so that I can grow my seaweed."

"Dumbledore, Dumbledore, Dumbledore, seaweed grows underwater….." Harry obviously said more, but I don't feel like writing it.

"It does?" Said Dumbledore incredulously. "Well, at any rate, it helps me grow something. Good Bye, I really must be leaving now."

As he was walking out the door, Hermione called out "Wait- you never told us the rest of your dairy problem……" It went unheeded except for the reply from Dumbledore:

"I'll tell you on the Hogwarts Express, I'll send you a letter explaining it, it, it, it, it, it….." The word 'it' seemed to echo, except, nope, just Dumbledore, who, for whatever reason, kept repeating it. I don't know why, don't ask me.

The next morning started with a loud "Yippee!" echoing through the house from Ron.

"What Ron?" Asked Harry and Hermione together.

"I finally lost my last tooth." He said, and then he started chanting "tooth fairy, tooth fairy, tooth fairy….."

"RON!" They both yelled "School starts today; we need to get ready, worry about your tooth later." They didn't say this in exact unison, but it wouldn't really make any sense to you, the reader, if I wrote it the way it actually happened so we'll leave it like that.

When they arrived at King's Cross Station, walked through the magical barrier separating the muggle world from the wizarding community, got on the Hogwarts Express, said Good Bye to the folks, and finally met up with their friends, Ron and Hermione walked through the train doing their prefect duties( wow, are you sure that that's not a run-on.) Let's fast forward a little to get to the letter.

Just then Draco stepped on Harry's nose, breaking it, then he- whoops, not the far. Um, let's see, ooh, here's a good place:

Ron and Hermione had just returned to the compartment Harry had been sitting in while talking to Luna Lovegood and Neville Longbottom. "So Harry" began Hermione "did you get any mail from, you know."

"Hermione, you'll have to be more specific, I don't know who you're talking about."

"But- isn't it obvious I'm talking about Dumbledore?"

"Noooo, why would we get any mail from him?"

"Uh Harry, woo hoo- he was going to send us a letter explaining his cheese problem."

"Oh geez, Dumbledore has a cheese problem? I'll bet it's that Flying Therapoid Disease, yeah, it's been sweeping the wizarding community for a while now and there's no known cure for it." Said Luna.

"Actually Luna" began Ron "I think he's just Lactose Intolerant."

"Don't be prejudice Ron." Said Neville.

"Okay then." He replied. Then he made the coo-coo sign towards Neville, of course Neville didn't see it that would just be silly.

"Anyway" continued Luna "I'm pretty sure it's the Flying Therapoid Disease. Haven't you ever heard of it? It's where your stomach swells to the size of a balloon, then, when you eat something dairyish, you……………….

………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….…….fart."

"Okay Luna-" Said Hermione, however she was interrupted by a thump on the window.

"Ow, I just hit my head on the window." Said Harry

"Oh, I thought for a second it might be an- OWL! Look there it is- pull it in! Pull it in!" Said Hermione. They pulled the owl in and saw that it had a scroll tied to its leg. Suddenly, they smelled chocolate and, of course, they had an urge for it. "Yum, this smells really good." Said Hermione.

"Yeah, that's to verify that this letter is from the real Dumbledore, not an imposter." Said Harry. "He told me once."

"What is it?" Asked no one in particular.

"It's his, heh, um, fart." Said Harry.

"Eww, yuck!" They all said.

"Ha, ha, ha, I can't believe you fell for it!" He said. "He never makes chocolate farts, he hates chocolate. It's just his chocolate stash that he keeps in his robes. They're his favorite. Duh!"

"He has a chocolate stash?" Asked Neville.

"Who told you that?" Asked Harry.

"Uh Harry, you said it, I think you might have hit your head a little harder than we thought." Said Hermione. "Oh well, let's open the letter."

AND CLOSE

I just love how they're like 'you must have hit your head harder than we thought' and then they totally forget about him and worry about some letter from Dumbledore.

Anyway, real end note. Sorry, but this part is (yet again) our longest chapter, so we need to take a break (about a week long break). It hasn't answered anything major but it will, I swear, a lot of info. in the next chapter. See ya soon! Oh, also, if you hadn't figured it out, we're not updating for a week, for 2 reasons . 1, to raise the suspense. And 2, because we actually need to write the chapter.! Bye!