Author's Note: Well… I didn't expect to get a new good review less than eight hours after posting the last chapter. Thank you!
BTW, this chapter and the one before it were written while I was laying in my dorm bed at about midnight while trying not to wake my roommate, then uploaded after a quick proofread, I don't know why I do this to myself when I have a 9 a.m. class…
Note: I own nothing, literally nothing… I'm a college student, I don't have money enough to own anything, especially the Harry Potter series.
Dumbledore walked toward Marcus' bed, Marcus could tell that he was curious. Not at all like he had been the day he told Marcus that he would be held back a year.
Never the less, Marcus still felt a hatred for the old man coming to the surface, a hatred that Marcus had never felt toward the man before.
"Ah, good to see you are safe and well, how are you feeling?"
Marcus didn't want to be around him for long, and he made that feeling evident in his tone of voice, "I'm feeling fine sir, I was just about to leave when you came in."
"Then I will try to keep this conversation short, you just had a traumatic experience and you aren't feeling any ill effects?"
"No, sir."
"I know being around a Dementor couldn't have been pleasant for you, they bring out our worst memories, past events we would rather have forgotten."
"I am well aware of that sir."
Dumbledore looked as if this conversation weren't going the way he wanted it to, which was surprising to Marcus because the man had usually known exactly what Marcus would say before he even knew it.
"I know it must have been hard for you, I know about your parents," Dumbledore looked over to Marcus' wand, Marcus followed his gaze to the one relic that Marcus had of his father, then thought back to the first night he had had to use it, that terrible night years ago, "very dark magic was used that day, unforgiveable magic, magic brought forth from Dementors themselves." Marcus hadn't known this fact, but it didn't surprise him, "The use of that spell is strictly forbidden, all who have used it have wound up in Azkaban for their crimes, it has only ever been used for evil, by evil. I am sorry that you came across that spell, and at such a young age." Dumbledore got up and turned to leave, then turned back, "If you ever need guidance, my door is open for you." He turned and left, leaving Marcus slightly confused, and very angry that Dumbledore brought that up.
After a while Marcus had calmed down and dressed himself, it turns out Melody had brought him clean cloths when she had visited, but never got a chance to tell Marcus.
Marcus left the Hospital wing and headed for the Great Hall, he was starving and it was lunch time.
Marcus noticed that the patrols had relaxed around Hogwarts, he later found out that the Dementors had left and that Hogwarts was no longer under the threat of an Azkaban convict.
He entered the great hall and found his usual spot with the rest of the Slytherin Quidditch team, they began to discuss summer training routines and who would take over captainship of the team since the current Slytherin captain was graduating at the end of the year. Something came over Marcus as talk of leadership was brought up, he wanted to be captain, he had never thought of it before but he wanted it badly now, while the others were bickering over who would take charge Marcus interjected, "I will take the role of captain." Everybody stopped talking and stared at Marcus, "I have the most experience of all of us, I have been on the team the longest, since my first year at Hogwarts, I may not be the oldest on the team, but I have been around Quidditch longer, I know the other teams tactics, their usual strategies, and who they will likely add to their teams next season." The rest of the team looked shocked, Marcus had never shown interest in captaining the team before, but he made several good points.
After some heated discussion it was final, Marcus would captain the team next year.
As the table disbanded for finals and packing for summer, Marcus returned to his normal self. What had he just gotten himself into? He had never considered being the captain of the team before and didn't really want it now.
Puzzled as to why he had just fought for his new title, he walked up to his dormitory to begin packing for summer.
Author's Note: Bit of advice, don't ever take on the task of writing lines for Dumbledore, it's hard to come up with something that sounds remotely close to him.