Three Gryffindor students stood in the middle of the Headmaster's office, two fifth years and one first year. All three of them were looking about the office with curiosity. They were not acting guilty, as you would expect if they had been in trouble, no, the children were here with a proposal for the headmaster. The first year, Harry Potter, was actually the mastermind of this proposition. The two fifth years with him were the ones that he had approached first to speak of his plan, and the three of them then went to their head of house, and now they were waiting for her and the headmaster, watching and being watched by the portraits and a rather beautiful Phoenix.

Harry let his curiosity get the better of him and wandered closer to the golden perch that housed the bird. Oliver and Percy kept a close eye on the boy and the bird, though they did not move to stop him from petting the bird. He smiled slightly at the happy trill that the Fire-and-gold colored bird gave off when he was petting him.

"Ahh, It would seem that Fawkes likes you, young Harry," only years of his sister attempting to startle him at any opportunity she got stopped Harry from jumping when the elderly voice of the Headmaster sounded from right behind him. Slowly he turned to face the much older man and gave him a slight bow of respect.

"Dumbledore-Sensei," he acknowledged the man, looking at the two older students to wonder why they did not warn him of the older man's approach, only to see that they looked about as shocked by his sudden appearance as he was.

"What can I do for you three boys?" the professor asked, now sitting at his desk, seriously how did he do that, none of them had even see him move. "Lemon Drop?" he offered up a bowl of the lemon candies, to which all of the boys blinked before politely refusing.

"Professor, young Harry here came up to myself and Oliver at Dinner today to ask us if we could act as liaisons between himself and Professor McGonagall, or perhaps even you," Percy started speaking in his usual pompous tone, though it wavered slightly, possibly due to the fact that he was speaking to the Headmaster. "Mr. Potter approached us and asked why we do not have better brooms. He asked us this because, apparently, during his flying lesion today there was a slight mishap where his broom malfunctioned and had he not signaled to Madam Hooch the danger he may very well have ended up grievously injured or perhaps even dead."

Harry blinked at Percy after his short speech; seriously did the boy have to make it sound so boring? He blinked again and pushed the thoughts from his mind as he looked back at the Headmaster, who, he noted, also appeared slightly put off by the adult like behavior coming from a person as young as Percy.

Oliver Wood picked up the story, 'gently' kicking Percy under the desk so that he would stop talking. "Harry Potter came up to us at dinner, as Percy here said, and asked why we do not have any brooms of better quality, which is a question that I myself have been asking for some time now, but that's not the point. The point is that Harry pointed out that we could get in contact with Hogwarts Alumni, possibly the ones that work in professional Quidditch," here Oliver gained that maniacal gleam in his eye that only seemed to appear there when anything Quidditch was involved. "Perhaps they might be able and willing to donate better brooms to the school?" He finished speaking and the three boys fell into a slightly awkward silence as they were regarded by the aged Headmaster.

Albus Dumbledore steepled his fingers under his chin as he looked at the three youngsters before him. Mr. Potter had shown quite a bit of courage to state this to anyone beyond his friends. Even now the boy was showing remarkable courage by holding the gaze of the Headmaster instead of looking nervously about the room as most children were want to do. "Mr. Potter, that is an admirable statement to make, and I see the validity of the statement that our school is in need of new brooms. However, most of our alumni do not keep in contact with us after graduation as they are paving their own way to success. I will see what I can do for us though, and thank you for the suggestion though, as I am sure that if some of our Alumni or Parents would be more than willing to donate old brooms or even help start a fund for such a reason." Dumbledore smiled genially at the children when he was done speaking to Harry. The boy in question held his gaze level and he could tell that the child was thinking deeply.

"Professor, if I may be so bold as to say, I believe I might be able to help entice some of these people into helping the school. As Britain seems to hold me in some regard for an action that was most likely the cause of something that I cannot consciously remember, I could, perhaps, use this to arrange a meeting or press conference of some sort that would allow the public to see their celebrity boy and would raise awareness of the broom situation. I assure you that I would paint the school in the best light possible, perhaps stating something along the lines of how the school, being a private one, must budget properly for feeding and housing her students first, then maintenance and upkeep of such a historic sight needs to be taken into account. It would make since that an institute like this one may not be able to afford to buy replacement brooms as often as they should. It may also help some to start a fund for the school or perhaps, with your help and permission of course, we could start a youth Quidditch League. Tickets could be sold and we could play against minor and major Quidditch teams, it would create a good public image for all parties involved, the Quidditch League would be seen as interfacing with their fan base, and Hogwarts would be seen as helping their students by setting a portion of the proceeds towards a fund for a scholarship program that would help those in financial straits to pay for their schooling, as well as generally improving the overall prestige of the school,"

The room was shocked at what the boy was suggesting to the room. The plan had merit and would warrant someone looking into it later on.

Dumbledore was the first to recover from the stunned silence at the words of the eleven year old boy. He smiled and clapped his hands together, startling the others out of their own silence. "That is certainly a good idea my boy, now why don't you all run along, I do believe that I have some letters to write," he smiled at the three students and shooed them out of the room.

That is how Hogwarts got better and safer brooms.