A/N: Before we begin, I would just like to respond to a kind reviewer (thanks for those, by the way. I wasn't expecting any. Those or favs)... No, I won't make this a Lily/Harry pairing. That's weird even by my standards. That, and I already have plans for our sweet little redhead. Well, a plan, but... just shut up.

Headmaster Albus Dumbledore sighed in relief as he rubbed his face with his hands. They had finally fixed the office, Albus' privates were safe, and Harry wasn't muttering anymore. His robes didn't even stain! Suddenly cheerful, he plopped back into his fancy chair and smiled broadly at Harry. "So, would you like the job?"

"What job?"

"The Defence job."

Harry's eyebrows creased together. "I've already got a job."

"In the future, perhaps. But while you're here, you're unemployed." Albus pointed out.

Horror crossed the man's face. "Oh god, I'm unemployed! I'm almost as bad as Dudley!"

"Dudley?"

Harry waved his hand dismissively. "Eh, just my whale of a cousin who sells drugs. Don't mind the pig."

Albus was curious as to what these drugs were. Perhaps he could lace his lemon drops with them? It would make a change from the usual veritaserum and cheering charms. But now wasn't the time, so he made a mental note to ask about drugs later on. "So, how about the Defence post?"

Harry pulled a thoughtful face, although Albus was pretty sure he wasn't thinking at all; his eyes were distant again. "Bah, what the hell. It gives me an alibi at least, and it's what I do anyway. I'll just have to learn more than just the first years' names is all."

Grinning, Albus practically jumped for joy in his seat. No Ministry riff-raff! Another madman to talk to! It was like Christmas had come early for the Supreme Mugwump. "Well then, before we head down to introduce you, will you need a disguise?"

"Well, it would be good idea to disillusion my scar away," Harry said, pointing at a lightning bolt shaped scar on his forehead. "It's famous in the future, see. Other than that, probably not. I doubt anyone would make a connection between myself and my dad with my hair all long like this."

Albus nodded in supreme understanding, for his was the great Supreme Mugwump of the Wizengamot. "Are you going to disillusion your grey hairs away?"

"THEY'RE WHITE!" Harry bellowed. "And no, I won't. People respect older people, see."

"Forgive me for my mistake," Albus said, bowing his head slightly. It was true, though; they were definitely more white than grey. "But just out of curiosity, how old are you again?"

Harry blinked, and seemed to start thinking very hard. "Er… I think I'm twenty-four."

Albus stood up suddenly and extended his hand towards the unperturbed man. "Then I welcome you to your new – old – new… sort of new and old job."

Taking his hand, Harry grinned. "I look forward to working here before I was born, Alby."

Applying the glamour to hide his scar, the two practically skipped out of the office. Albus Dumbledore was smiling; perhaps if his students were exposed to madness a bit more frequently, they would embrace it. And then, who knows? Albus might have even more madmen and women to talk to.